The Steampunk World
Man, life seems to come in spurts...
I finished Phase 2 of Noam Chopsky yesterday. It's no longer squirrelier than redneck stew. My Walk of Shame was caused by instability around the front wheel, which has been completely eliminated. It looks pretty shweet. However, the front fork is bent so much at the top that the two sides of the (former) tube are pressing against each other now, meaning if it bends any more it'll have to actually tear the metal. I'm hoping this means that it holds out for a while, even if the pedals do scrape the ground when I turn. But, as it's one thing after another, the post-reinforcement test ride resulted in superb handling until the sissy bar broke. Grr. I don't mind so much, as I needed to make a new one anyway to get the seat up to the correct height. Most of my new mods will be featured in upcoming photos, and in the meantime, I've received the parts I need for a SUPER TOP SECRET modification. Tune in regularly for more...
College buds Jorge and Humes are coming this weekend, which should mean lots of fun and stupor. Friday night we're going to a party Piloto is holding at his aunt's (Cabuto's mom) restaurant. It should be interesting- a handful of gringos drinking with a pinche shitload of gueys at a church that has been converted to a Mexican Tiki Bar. They don't even open up this restaurant to the public, for some reason- I'm beginning to suspect that all Mexicans open restaurants as side projects similar to the way all southerners have fireworks stands in their front yards....
Monkey Boy has invited us to come drink & grill on his 38th-floor Marina Towers balcony on Saturday, to watch them move this 125-foot bridge into place across the Chicago River. They've already got it set up on the bank, to replace the old one that was built in the 1890s, and I have no clue how they're moving this thing across the river. It should be a sight to see, and when I'm old, I can tell young whippersnappers that I watched them put that thing there back in aught-dickity, and back in my day we didn't have antigrav....
Chicago cops were forced to shoot a man who charged into a police station, yelling, and cornered a cop while weilding a survival knife in one hand and his pants in the other.... assault with deadly pants, I guess....
I've been summoned by the Court of Crook County for Jury Duty. I've always wanted to serve on a jury, even though everybody says it's boring. Everybody skips it. I say, I'd rather have a guy like me on my jury than twelve jobless losers. Eh, at the very worst it will give me something to post about....
I've discovered that in one of the restrooms at work, the mens and womens toilets are back-to-back on either sides of a wall, and connected by plumbing that causes them to rock, teeter-totter-style, whenever someone sits on the other toilet while you're doing your bidness. This is more unnerving that it sounds...
Speaking of work, my boss dropped about a million points in my book when she described a particular reference I had set up in the database as "nigger-rigged". My jaw hit the fucking desk. I started yelling at her, and mentioned that I'd actually never heard that term before, probably because of all the black folk in my family. She gave me this blank look and said, "Why are there black people in your family?" WHAT THE FUCK? HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW?!?!? Because my aunts and uncles fell in love with them? Oh, I was hot. I was steamin' like demon-semen. If she had said that to anyone else in this company, she would have been fired faster than Solo's laser pistol. I'm still torn as to what to do about it, because I thought she was a good person, and she's done me a lot of favors, and I essentially work a part-time job full-time by doing HER job full-time. She gets sacked and they get someone who does their job, I lose my benefits. She says it's a bad habit she picked up from her ex, she doesn't really think that about "those people"... but I've always suspected she was racist because of her hiring patterns, and now I know. Anybody know the law/standard practice regarding this sort of thing?
I finished Phase 2 of Noam Chopsky yesterday. It's no longer squirrelier than redneck stew. My Walk of Shame was caused by instability around the front wheel, which has been completely eliminated. It looks pretty shweet. However, the front fork is bent so much at the top that the two sides of the (former) tube are pressing against each other now, meaning if it bends any more it'll have to actually tear the metal. I'm hoping this means that it holds out for a while, even if the pedals do scrape the ground when I turn. But, as it's one thing after another, the post-reinforcement test ride resulted in superb handling until the sissy bar broke. Grr. I don't mind so much, as I needed to make a new one anyway to get the seat up to the correct height. Most of my new mods will be featured in upcoming photos, and in the meantime, I've received the parts I need for a SUPER TOP SECRET modification. Tune in regularly for more...
College buds Jorge and Humes are coming this weekend, which should mean lots of fun and stupor. Friday night we're going to a party Piloto is holding at his aunt's (Cabuto's mom) restaurant. It should be interesting- a handful of gringos drinking with a pinche shitload of gueys at a church that has been converted to a Mexican Tiki Bar. They don't even open up this restaurant to the public, for some reason- I'm beginning to suspect that all Mexicans open restaurants as side projects similar to the way all southerners have fireworks stands in their front yards....
Monkey Boy has invited us to come drink & grill on his 38th-floor Marina Towers balcony on Saturday, to watch them move this 125-foot bridge into place across the Chicago River. They've already got it set up on the bank, to replace the old one that was built in the 1890s, and I have no clue how they're moving this thing across the river. It should be a sight to see, and when I'm old, I can tell young whippersnappers that I watched them put that thing there back in aught-dickity, and back in my day we didn't have antigrav....
Chicago cops were forced to shoot a man who charged into a police station, yelling, and cornered a cop while weilding a survival knife in one hand and his pants in the other.... assault with deadly pants, I guess....
I've been summoned by the Court of Crook County for Jury Duty. I've always wanted to serve on a jury, even though everybody says it's boring. Everybody skips it. I say, I'd rather have a guy like me on my jury than twelve jobless losers. Eh, at the very worst it will give me something to post about....
I've discovered that in one of the restrooms at work, the mens and womens toilets are back-to-back on either sides of a wall, and connected by plumbing that causes them to rock, teeter-totter-style, whenever someone sits on the other toilet while you're doing your bidness. This is more unnerving that it sounds...
Speaking of work, my boss dropped about a million points in my book when she described a particular reference I had set up in the database as "nigger-rigged". My jaw hit the fucking desk. I started yelling at her, and mentioned that I'd actually never heard that term before, probably because of all the black folk in my family. She gave me this blank look and said, "Why are there black people in your family?" WHAT THE FUCK? HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW?!?!? Because my aunts and uncles fell in love with them? Oh, I was hot. I was steamin' like demon-semen. If she had said that to anyone else in this company, she would have been fired faster than Solo's laser pistol. I'm still torn as to what to do about it, because I thought she was a good person, and she's done me a lot of favors, and I essentially work a part-time job full-time by doing HER job full-time. She gets sacked and they get someone who does their job, I lose my benefits. She says it's a bad habit she picked up from her ex, she doesn't really think that about "those people"... but I've always suspected she was racist because of her hiring patterns, and now I know. Anybody know the law/standard practice regarding this sort of thing?
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