A long, long time ago -
I can still remember,
How that music used to make me smile.And I knew if I had my chance,
That I could make those people dance,
And maybe they'd be happy for awhile ...
Excerpt from the Lyrics to "Miss American Pie"
Well ... got that van fixed up some. It's quiet, so now the shimmy is far more noticeable. The shimmy can be fixed by a set of new tires. Mom suggested perhaps I could buy it some tires and hold on to it for awhile ... yes, a car downstate ... should think about that. Bert over the weekend reccomended Sears as they offered him free rotation and whatnot for the life of the tires. All four or just two? Mom says one is kind of new, wouldn't want that money wasted ... wouldn't it make a nice spare though, perhaps?
Well, to look into. I walked Max down to Fair Muffler, so he could ride back. He likes cars, though maybe he was disappointed because I didn't really take him anywhere.
Have to read the gas meter also. I tried to do that earlier today but none of the meters I could find had the same numbers as the one on the sheet I'm supposed to fill out. Okay ... have to drag Uncle in on that one.
So we took Mom out to Baker's Square to celebrate her birthday. Turns out they stop making pies after 6PM, preferring to run out of pies instead of having too many ... but it's Baker's Square! This was likened to McDonald's not making any burgers after 6PM because they didn't want to have too many. End result was the birthday girl couldn't get her French Silk pie, and had to settle for the inferior Chocolate Cream. Our waiter was dumb also, but at least he forgot to charge for the drinks. I liked the busboy better, and gave him two dollars of what I might normally give the waiter, even though he stole my fork!
On a different note, I'm sick and tired of places that don't have real mashed potatoes! I mean, it's a restuarant, the place is supposed to be good, no?
Well most places sell reconstituted potato flakes and call them "mashed potatoes" and it seems wrong to me dammit! It's dishonest. It's an imitation of mashed potatoes and it doesn't taste as good as the real thing. It tastes like fucking grits, and I aint no redneck grits-eatin' southerner. I like my mashed potatoes like I like my hot breakfast cereal - hot and with a lumpy texture. Oatmeal's good 'cause it's got texture, it sticks to your ribs, keeps ya warm, makes ya feel filled, makes ya feel like a man. Now grits ... or potato flakes, just don't give ya the same feeling, all they give me is a feeling that I'm more likely to have soft bowel movements, and that doesn't make me happy. No sir, mashed potatoes, and oatmeal, any day, a real man's food, a real American's food!
God bless America, Land that I love!
Stand beside her, and guide her,
To a plate with real mashed potatahs!From one restaurant, to another, to the cafe-teria!
God bless Idaho, state where they're from!
God bless America, my home sweet home!
On yet another note ... well;
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Still, I'd like to make things even nicer, so I might type;
This word is sitalitalicised[ESC].
And it might be rendered as;
This word is <i>italicised</i>.
We'll see ... vi is cool.
Well, I hadn't intended to waste my night on vi ... but what the heck ... after learning far more about vi than I ever originally intended;
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Yes, my children, strong medicine there. Not really strong, but strong enough to warm my cockles for now.
And the agenda for tomorrow? Head on out towards Grandma to aid in her connectivity. I should get some rest now though, I'll try to be around to write more tomorrow night, maybe morning? I haven't scratched the surface of what I should say tonight. Sawree, but it is 0230h!
H O M E
14 August
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