I Might Also Answer To Floppy Chicken
Posted by Moose on April 12th, 2010. Filed under: My Brain Needs a Drink.My poor, beleaguered Suzi. She’s on bed rest until I can figure out if I’m going to pay for the operation necessary to revive her or if she’s getting sold down the river. Suzi is my car, by the way. Suzi the Suzuki. She’s a good car, I’ve had her for nine years and my heart stutters a little when I think of giving her up, but paying $2800 for a new transmission is simply not happening right now. Especially since I don’t need her to get to work or anything. As my commute to work is the two feet from my bed to my desk. I’m lazy, but not THAT lazy.
I’m investigating other options, but my time with Suzi may be nearing to a close. We shall see. I walk everywhere anyway and often drive her only to move her three blocks over for street cleaning. But I relish the freedom of being able to swing down the coast for a hike or go to Trader Joe’s without having to deal with the bus, etc. etc. On the other hand, that’s why Zip Car was invented.
In less sad news…wait, I don’t have any less sad news. My only news is car news. WELL, PIFFLE. (I don’t think it’s news that I curse like a 92-year-old Southern grandma.)
Abandoning News Items
After going to see a show on Saturday, I ended up in a bar the likes of which I thought went extinct years ago. Mixed drinks were three dollars, plaid shirts were worn, light was shed by inexplicable brothel/Budweiser lamps, and PEOPLE WERE SMOKING INSIDE. I know. I went with a friend who noted that it was like Philadelphia circa 1994. I never went to Philadelphia in 1994, but apparently I don’t have to. I just have to go to The Tempest and drink beer. To add to the nostalgia factor, a seedy Macaulay Culkin lookalike was wandering around. Or at least what I assume Macaulay Culkin would look like at the age of 32, if he was still clinging to his days of psuedo-stardom. (I’m not sure what this guy had going on, but he looked very pleased with himself.)
My apartment is currently being cleaned, purged, organized, and shoveled out. Which means that right now it looks like a gang of drunk kangaroos broke in and had an orgy. It will resemble the Great Marsupial Reproductive Marathon of 2010 for at least another week, something that drives me slightly insane, but I like the end result. (Clean baseboards and being able to find things.) Yesterday was earmarked for a huge sweep, right down to scrubbing the blinds because, um, dead bugs apparently get caught in the slats (EW), but instead I sat in bed all day watching Battlestar Galactica. The evil geniuses at iTunes certainly know how to make a buck (or 18) off me. Because waiting TWO WHOLE DAYS for the next Netflix DVD to arrive was simply not an option, as I’m sure you can understand. I mean, it was raining. I had no plans. What else was I supposed to do? Clean? (Yes.)
As this post threatens to descend into minutiae (would you like to hear about my overdue library books? no?), I will sign off for now. And return to pondering what my call sign would be if I were a viper pilot. It certainly wouldn’t be something cool like Apollo. It would probably be something more like…Owl Pellet.
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April 12th, 2010 at 2:10 pm
Oddly enough, I was just having the call sign conversation with some friends over the weekend. While I started by deluding myself into thinking I could pull off something oh so very tough like ‘Steel Thunder’ I quickly determined that I would much rather be ‘Princess Smooshy Pants’. More fitting and hilarious to hear over the radio/intercome/whatever the communications method is called. Win-Win
April 12th, 2010 at 2:17 pm
Owl Pellet? You slay me. Also, I intend to spend my day wondering the same thing. Hrm.
April 12th, 2010 at 2:23 pm
Yes! You’re watching BSG. Are you loving it?
April 12th, 2010 at 2:51 pm
I am ashamed to say I have had more than a few conversations with Erik regarding the acceptance of naming one’s unborn daughter Starbuck.
April 12th, 2010 at 3:26 pm
Owl Pellet is an excellent idea for a call sign, I think.
April 12th, 2010 at 4:37 pm
I also had a Suzi the Suzuki! And sadly, I also lost her when the transmission problem was more expensive than the car herself and I had to send her to the big car graveyard in the sky. I feel your pain.
April 13th, 2010 at 7:17 am
I still morn the loss of my beloved Monte (a Monte Carlo – I am original) who met his demise when a car swerved in front of me to miss a deer. However, Monte and I were not so lucky. I feel your pain on the possibility of losing Suzi.
April 13th, 2010 at 8:56 am
RIP, fair Suzi! But I hear fabulous things about Zip Car. My green friend is trying to talk me into going Zip.
Also, BATTLESTAR GALACTICA IS POWERFUL ADDICTIVE. We are in the final episodes now and I’m filled with pre-mourning already. How, how will we ever live without it.
Also, Elizabeth, it’s totally acceptable to name your daughter Starbuck in my opinion.
April 13th, 2010 at 10:27 am
We did a book on BSG although I’ve never seen the show. Don’t tell my boss.
April 13th, 2010 at 12:00 pm
My condolences re: Suzi
It would be kind of exciting to not have to deal with a car though! I live in LA so I’m doomed to car ownership . . . but I’ve always sort of liked the idea of living in London or, you know, SF! where I might not need a car. It could be an adventure!
April 13th, 2010 at 12:00 pm
Suzi the Suzuki, that is so adorable! Sorry for your loss.
Sadie at heyMamas
April 13th, 2010 at 12:26 pm
Poor Suzi! My car currently makes a horrible noise when I turn right, which I know can’t be inexpensive to fix. And since my car is 11 years old, I am scared that we may have to part!
Also, no post can be considered minutiae when the phrase “looks like a gang of drunk kangaroos broke in and had an orgy” is used.
April 13th, 2010 at 7:19 pm
Sorry to hear about Suzi. I know what it’s like to be attached to your car. I still miss my old Volvo Fred sometimes.
The part about the kangaroos cracked me up!
April 14th, 2010 at 11:54 am
I don’t have a car, and I’m here to say it’s totally doable in SF. I do zipcar and while it can be a bit annoying, it is so much less annoying than looking for a gorram parking spot in this city that it is SO worth it.
I need to do the apartment thing. When you’re done with the kangaroos send them to my place. Thanks.
BSG! BSG! BSG! So say we all.
April 14th, 2010 at 6:18 pm
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