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Oct. 13th, 2005
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Money, that's what I want!
Oct. 13th, 2005 01:54 pmGreat news! Tracey got through to the Red Cross and secured our relief money! With less than an hour's wait, too. That's at least one mortgage payment for that house we can't live in.
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In other news, Allstate still hasn't assigned an adjuster for my car claim. The money for the rental ran out yesterday and they're still saying that they won't pay a cent more than the thirty days on my policy. I have no idea what I can buy with the small amount the car is worth. I have ruled out the Porsche Panamera (no trunk room). Currently I'm leaning more towards the Holden Efijy, but then I have to deal with all that grey market paperwork.
Sexy car, though, no?
Lots and lots of trunk room, even with the ten thousand watt amps installed. I may need to move to L.A. to drive it, though.
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In other news, Allstate still hasn't assigned an adjuster for my car claim. The money for the rental ran out yesterday and they're still saying that they won't pay a cent more than the thirty days on my policy. I have no idea what I can buy with the small amount the car is worth. I have ruled out the Porsche Panamera (no trunk room). Currently I'm leaning more towards the Holden Efijy, but then I have to deal with all that grey market paperwork.
Sexy car, though, no?
Lots and lots of trunk room, even with the ten thousand watt amps installed. I may need to move to L.A. to drive it, though.
So this guy walks into a hangar
Oct. 13th, 2005 04:46 pm"Hey, Penguin, you see that dead raccoon?"
Curious, the Penguin looks up from the tangled spaghetti of VOIP phone cables. "Raccoon? Really? Where?"
"Up on the inside wall of the building. They put up vinyl to keep the debris out for the cleanup. He's up there, probably cooking in the heat."
Hmm, thinks the flightless bird, this I must investigate. Following his compadre to the catwalk, they strut around the corner of the superstructure. From roughly ten feet up, and extending to the roof of the hangar, transparent visqueen draped downward, secured to I-beams with two-by-fours. Two support arches from the door, one I-beam up, inside the vinyl, was the still body of a raccoon. It looked to be about thirty pounds, rather young for this swamp.
One of the group asks, "How do you know he's dead?"
The lead hunter grabs a piece of reconstruction debris from the catwalk and flings it up at the animal. Penguin, knowing damned good and well the repercussions of a rabid raccoon, had already begun to retreat.
Not dead. Very mad. Hissing loudly.
Penguin was not around to see the end, but heard it involved chasing said "dead" animal across the lift cranes at the top of the building.
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So I got a flat tire on my rental car. Frigging nail, you'd think I'd have already had that happen to me. But it happened today. As it happens, I'm staying in town tonight, so my limping home on the little black donut is delayed by a day.
What pissed me off, though, was the rent-a-car's response to my inquiry on what to do. I figured they'd help me out, get the tire fixed (it is only a wee nail) or trade out the car for me. No, they didn't. I was advised to return the car to "the vicinity of the original rental office" or "buy a new tire, save the receipt and you'll be reimbursed." Capitalist pigs. Can't shred one tear for the poor renter. Bastards!
I wonder if Andi-hour is still on Thursdays...
Curious, the Penguin looks up from the tangled spaghetti of VOIP phone cables. "Raccoon? Really? Where?"
"Up on the inside wall of the building. They put up vinyl to keep the debris out for the cleanup. He's up there, probably cooking in the heat."
Hmm, thinks the flightless bird, this I must investigate. Following his compadre to the catwalk, they strut around the corner of the superstructure. From roughly ten feet up, and extending to the roof of the hangar, transparent visqueen draped downward, secured to I-beams with two-by-fours. Two support arches from the door, one I-beam up, inside the vinyl, was the still body of a raccoon. It looked to be about thirty pounds, rather young for this swamp.
One of the group asks, "How do you know he's dead?"
The lead hunter grabs a piece of reconstruction debris from the catwalk and flings it up at the animal. Penguin, knowing damned good and well the repercussions of a rabid raccoon, had already begun to retreat.
Not dead. Very mad. Hissing loudly.
Penguin was not around to see the end, but heard it involved chasing said "dead" animal across the lift cranes at the top of the building.
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So I got a flat tire on my rental car. Frigging nail, you'd think I'd have already had that happen to me. But it happened today. As it happens, I'm staying in town tonight, so my limping home on the little black donut is delayed by a day.
What pissed me off, though, was the rent-a-car's response to my inquiry on what to do. I figured they'd help me out, get the tire fixed (it is only a wee nail) or trade out the car for me. No, they didn't. I was advised to return the car to "the vicinity of the original rental office" or "buy a new tire, save the receipt and you'll be reimbursed." Capitalist pigs. Can't shred one tear for the poor renter. Bastards!
I wonder if Andi-hour is still on Thursdays...