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Sunday, November 4th, 2007
6:29 pm	Fucking unreal... Today is the first page in the book on how to drive a slightly unstable, but perfectly socially functional man into a murderous rampage. Last night, someone came through my back yard. Now, this doesn't bother me that much; I've accidentally wandered throughb ack yards before having gotten lost in the rock quarry next to the county forest preserve. However, when you wander through someone's back yard, it's considered common etiquette not to open up the hood of one car there, slash an oil line, then loosen the lug nuts on another car right there. >_< My engine is blown. THrew a connecting rod at the edge of my subdivision. I checked the oil this morning, and it was fine. Right at the top of the dipstick. I don't check it every time I start the car, because it takes a paranoid freak like me to check it every morning. Now, this pisses me off to no end, mostly because this $1,200 Pontiac 6.6L V8 isn't even my engine. It's the engine that my father and I spent two years building up. Yeah; just like in them hillbilly movies. Father-and-son project. And you know what? It almost turned into exactly that kind of stereotyped scenario, too. Because after I pushed my car into my driveway, I came inside to find that my 11-year-old sister was sitting on the floor with her cat, looking scared shitless. "Mom went out to get dad, because the wheel came off of his car when he was driving." I figured she had to have mis-heard something, because it simply didn't make any sense. My dad and I spend a ridiculous amount of time balancing our own wheels and tires, then an even more ridiculous length of time to make sure the lug-nuts are all torqued perfectly. Now, all five lug nuts on each of his rear wheels was taken almost off. Three of five had fallen off of the driver's side wheel and the passenger-side wheel was about to do the same. I don't have a lot of money to begin with, and I have neither the time nor resources to deal with people who find it funny to fuck with other people's prized posessions. The last time something like this happened, nobody did a fucking thing about it. Not after three police calls from myself and two neighbors whose cars were also vandalized. While my mustang may be long gone, my total lack of tolerance for vandalism certainly isn't. Every time something like this happens, it just reminds me of how much I hate people. Current Mood: cynical (Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 16th, 2007
10:06 pm	Potential good news... Hey, guys. Today went better than yesterday, by far. Suffice to say that in my studio time tomorrow, I've got three hours to impress someone very important. If that goes well, then it could mean BIG things for my music. Current Mood: TUrning around, maybe? (Comment on this)
Monday, October 15th, 2007
5:36 pm	Seeking advice... As a few of you probably already know, Sunday was looking to be a bad day, so I took initiative and tried to turn it around. This ultimately resulted in my purchasing a few things for my stereo, including a near-field monitor subwoofer and a case for my turntables and mixer. While I was plenty happy about all of this yesterday, it's yet again come back around, and since this morning, I've heard nothing but bitching about any of my music or stereo. Yes... It came to the point that my mom says she wants me out of the house now because I'm "disruptive and obnoxious". Yes, after about 9 hours of my owning the thing. Not even so much as a "Steve, your speaker's too loud. COuld you turn it down?" I would have even settled for a slightly less pleasent "That thing's too big! I want you to take it back!" But apparently, it's not the subwoofer; it's me, I guess. Because it's a little flat-range studio near-field monitor subwoofer meant to balance the tiny home-stereo speakers I put together. I have no idea what I'm going to do. My job pays shit, and I really don't want to sell my stereo off to pay for an apartment. I fear that if I don't do something soon and actually do get out of this house, I'm not going to be in very good shape for much longer. I honestly don't know how long I can keep from, like, blowing a blood vessel through the front of my throat, or having a massive explosive embolism in my brain... Guys, I need help. I need advice more than anything else. I have no idea what to do, and I get the feeling that Sunday's relatively happy progression was just my last calm before another storm. I was really hoping this was all over, but I guess I don't get that luxury. Current Mood: Help! (Comment on this)
Saturday, September 1st, 2007
11:27 pm	Lovely day... Well, other than being hung-up at work for an extra hour-and-a-half today, and having the living shit beaten out of my shins by various pieces of lumber, today was a fairly decent day. The September edition of USASOC is out, complete with my latest article. Gotta work the whole damn weekend... And Monday... If I can't get next Saturday off, and I'm busy stacking piles of stupid 2x4 dimension lumber while I could have been watching the short-track races in Rockford, someone is going to fucking DIE. Current Mood: meep! (Comment on this)
Friday, August 24th, 2007
12:16 pm	One step forward, at least three steps back... As some of you already know, on Wednesday, I was rear-ended. I'm fine, and the other driver is fine, but my car is in need of some work again. I had about $800 saved for a new engine and transmission, and had plans to purchase a laptop computer for school, but I'm looking at around $1,200 to $1,500 to fix my car now. The worst part about stuff like this is that no matterwhat goes wrong, it always finds a way to perpetuate itself in some nauseatingly painful fashion. See, the other driver had no insurance, and since I don't drive like a moron, I had liability-only. So, uh... Yeah... THat sucks. I can't really drive the thing except to work and school, because the gas tank was damaged, and I'm afraid to drive it any more than absolutely necessary right now. The rear bumper doesn't LOOK as bad as it really is, but it's crooked and twisted the mount brackets to the point that they're unusable. My tail lights and backup lamps all need to be replaced at some point, because that clear red tape just looks like shit. My only consolation? You have to look at my car for a while to tell anything's wrong with it... THe Corsica had to be towed. Detroit iron for the win! I've finally got a job, but it's killing me already. I've spent close to $300 on the wrong textbooks, because the staff at the community college bookstore sold me the wrong books, three times. One of, like, three friends I had left here just magically disappeared off the face of the earth a week or two ago, along with his family. And to top it all off, I get to miss MFF this year because even if I wasn't totally broke, I'd have neither the time nor the plausible excuse needed to get out of my house for a whole day, let alone the length of a convention. Granted, I've never been to a con. That's why I was so bummed-out about this, mostly, because it's just so close to where I live... Literally only a two-hour drive... Would someone please explain to me why karma seems to love working backwards with me? Bah... Now I've gotta go to work and burn myself out so I probably can't even get back on the internet tonight... Current Mood: I REALLY need a hug... (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, August 19th, 2007
10:51 pm	www.officialusasocmagazine.com This, my friends, is the job I wish I could support myself doing. It's one hell of a lot more fun than stocking shelves and being bitched at by old ladies looking for a piece of cedar exactly three feet long at Menard's, and, well, let's suffice to say that I actually CARE and KNOW about what I'm doing in the magazine. For a few months now, USASOC Magazine (acronym stands for United States AirSoft Special Operations Command, for those interested) has been gaining more than its fair share of popularity. Sponsors are actually PAYING to be featured in our magazine, and manufacturers are sending us free (normally EXPENSIVE) shit just so that our readers, apparently quite many by now, will see that these products are out and available. So, yeah... I guess that I'm a published journalist now, too. Two breakdown guides, including both an MP5A5 sub-machinegun by UTG and a Guay Guay Trading (G&G) M14 battle rifle, each both photographed and proofread by myself, between the last two issues. I'm currently working on waiting for my paycheck, so I can buy some parts for my Beretta 92F and detail the process of modifying it, in addition to waiting for my first "paycheck" from Nick Petrus. In the case of my Menard's job, it should be about $500 or $600, maybe. In the case of USASOC? Well, let's just say that my paycheck didn't cost a thing... Because it came directly from TSD Tactical. A brand-new M4A1 RIS "CQB" package. For the record, this pile of alphabet-soup is shorthand for the M4 rifle, equipped with a rail-integration system (special kit that makes it easy to attach shit like flashlights, foregrips, laser sights, grenade launchers, all kinds of awesome stuff REALLY quick), specifically balanced and redesigned for close-quarters battle (CQB) situations. From what I see in places, the rifle's price ranges from about $280 to $350, which is, like, freaking amazing. Each article took about two hours to write and photograph... So, let's say that at Menards, I make about 8.80 an hour, minus about 25% for tax... So around $6.60 take-home per hour. Writing for USASOC? While I can't do much, maybe a few articles an issue... I get free stuff amounting to roughly $90 per hour. So, yeah... Nick Petrus is officially the coolest guy on earth right now. And if you're into AirSoft, toy guns, running around in camouflage and playing "soldier" as an adult and NOT looking dumb, or just want something really, really cool to read about, check this magazine out! Current Mood: Everything sucks. Except (Comment on this)
Monday, July 2nd, 2007
9:53 am	kittybird needs a hug... Badly... As many, if not most of you know, Midwest FurFest is getting closer. It's the third largest con in the United States, and it's within reasonable driving distance of my home. I sooooooo wish I could do this... I mean, as fed-up as I am with furs telling me all kinds of awful, denigrating, horrendously rude things about my cars, my less-than-accurate portrayal of various species' body parts and configurations in artwork, and my total lack of respect for traditional Asian weapons and martial arts, it's really been the only group I've ever fit with, to any degree. But, I'm still living at home, and that fact is that I can't afford to get out. Why does this matter? Mommy dearest is what we like to call a Neocon, or a conservofascist. She's a gay-hating, abortion-bashing, right-winged American, full of these things like "traditional American values" that state that doing wierd things, like something as decidedly insidious as... *GASP* Drawing animals that look like people! If she knew I was a fur, she would more likely than not disown me. Now, if I had any ability to house myself and feed myself, that wouldn't be as much a total endgame catastrophy as it would a serious bummer. I can live with bummer, but my car leaks too badly for me to sleep in it. There's just no way I could get out of my home to go to this, even though I'm only about a 90-minute drive away. The proximity is the hardest part... Knowing that if I'd started about two weeks before the con, I could make ti there on foot... Gas is pricey, but I could have found ways to pay for the trip, even at $3.50/gallon for premium, and only about 13-15 miles-per-gallon. I could have probably even found a way to pay for a hotel room. Hell, I could probably even find a way to pay for food to eat while I was there. See, with AnthroCon, I convinced myself that there was no way I could go, because I couldn't afford airfare, and it would have been cheaper for me to fly first-class than to spend the money to fuel my car to get there. It's farther away, so it's less realistic for me to go, anyway. But MFF? Not the same case... It just never ceases to amaze me how my family can eat my soul like this. Current Mood: About other things, today... (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 8th, 2006
3:53 am	Holy sheepshit, it works... After months upon months of work, hundreds of dollars in scrapyard and eBay parts bought, rebuilt and crammed-in ala-Junkyard Wars, and almost thirty pounds of salted sunflower seeds, ( Phoenix has risen from the ashes... ) Current Mood: Yiff me. I need it. (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 24th, 2006
10:32 pm	Massive update A lot has happened in only a little time. First and foremost, The Boat is back on on her feet again, with a brand-new 400 CID V8 motor (that's 6.7 liters for the metric guys) and a few new features. First of all is the essential hot-rod exhaust system. Now, to say that the car is noisy would be a grievous understatement. The sound produced by my vehicle now reeks of social irresponsibility; it's both musical and raucous at the same time. It's the kind of sound that makes you think the car's angry. Very angry. Angry, and ready to bite the ass-end off of a Honda. Needless to say, with a perfornmance exhaust kit, you've got to have the rear-wheel power to back it up. I got the vehicle out on a strip of fresh pavement (the road never gets used except by local teens and occasionally someone who gets lost; we just petitioned to get it re-paved because some rich prick bought-out and bulldozed both of the local drag strips) and laid down enough rubber to stop the spread of AIDS worldwide. It was beautiful. Actual performance data so far is very impressive. The car will run 0-60 MPH in just over 5 seconds (roughly 0-100km/h in 5.0-5.5 seconds), and afraid to see what she'll really do without installing the seat-belts and a chair that wasn't meant for a patio. So it's obnoxiously loud and probably much faster than I need it to be, and upholstered with patio furniture because a chipmunk ate most of my front seat. Pictures of my shiny, new (budget-built and almost entirely constructed of used or factory-second parts) motor will be online in a few days. Current Mood: Hard to explain. (Comment on this)
Friday, September 1st, 2006
11:13 pm	Hot damn! Server space! http://www.redtail_records.furtopia.org/Electronica/001.mp3 Hali, I want you to listen to this! Because it's not trance anymore! Oh, and anyone else interested, that is. Inspired by my recent run in science fiction dealing in genetic engineering. The finished novella will be available for download on my Furtopia account within a few months. Basically, it's classic Redtail stuff. My usual avian-influence, but it's definitely more than it usually is, because I spent a long-ass time carving waveforms to make everything sound brutally distorted. Oh, and it's in stereo now. I've moved beyond monaural. :> Current Mood: what else is new? (Comment on this)
Friday, August 25th, 2006
10:43 pm	Awk!!! Bit121788 on DA drew this up for me, then gave it to me during 7th Period yesterday. The artist, who happens to be a very, very close friend of mine, isn't even a furry (yet) but I'm working on that. "Hey, Steve, I was bored last night and I wanted to draw something. I knew you liked gryphons, right?" Needless to say, that made my day. Now, I've gotta find a frame for it... Current Mood: Gryphons frustrate me. (Comment on this)
Saturday, July 29th, 2006
11:35 pm	Alright, it seems that my life’s really looking up at the moment. In seeking a way to get my foot in the door of the music industry, I’ve pushed my music in dozens of different places, having my music featured in Summit Lake Films independent movies, mods for computer games, and a few other places. However, this wasn’t taking off fast enough. So, in taking the same route that many of my musical idols have taken, I invested in a pair of turntables and a mixing board. Specifically, now, it’s a pair of Stanton STR8-30 turntables and a two-channel mixer/preamp, which I’ve wired into an old 240w stereo receiver I found in the basement. I’ve been recording my music in my bedroom, though obviously nothing’s being sold yet. Making music is only profitable if people buy what you make, and people tend to only buy what they know and trust. Therefore, establishing myself as a DJ, the way I see it, is the best way to get a foothold in the electronic music industry. I’ve got about three or four minutes’ mixing experience under my belt, and needless to say, I’m not very good yet. However, I’m excited, and I’m not afraid to spend countless hours of my time in becoming good. According to DJ Steve McCorkel, the guy I’m actually buying the stuff from, it’s a lot like racing; you can’t be afraid to look and feel real stupid in the beginning, and said “the only way to get better is to figure out what you’re doing wrong, and just not do that.” Other than this, my senior year in high school is looking to be a very easy one, so I’ll have an excess of time on my hands at home. This translates into an excess of time for me to devote to music, which in turn translates into a few extra hours’ time every day to screw around with my saxophones and practicing mixing. As if that wasn’t good enough, the significantly lighter workload, combined with my school shortening the day by starting an hour later this year translates into less need for sleep and more time to sleep in. So as of now, I’m officially a late-night guy. In an entirely different direction, a close friend of mine has volunteered to make tail feathers for me. For those of you who don’t understand why I’d want to have tail feathers, maybe you’d benefit from reading my other posts. And for those of you who do understand? Well, suffice to say that you can probably tell why I’m so ecstatic about this. Current Mood: All this thump (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 2nd, 2006
11:29 pm	Happy time! No, not that kindof happy time, but aslightly less... Well, alright... I got two new CDs with a belated pay=check. Christopher Lawrence / "Temptation" The Prodigy /"The Fat of the Land" Possibly thebest of hardtrance, and the best of urban/breakbeat. Ever. God, I love techno... Current Mood: Four days sans-birdy. ARG!!! (Comment on this)
Friday, May 5th, 2006
11:02 pm	Listen, fellow Americans: And now, brothers, my vision: In a matter of one or two decades, the structure of America as we know it will collapse. The distribution of wealth, as well as the incredible influx if illegal immigrants, corporate hoarding of monetary resources, the severe trade imbalance with Asia, our pouring of worn-thin funds into close to three geographical fronts at once (More, if you still count Afghanistan), and our own King George II, will be to blame for both the political and economic collapse of our nation. How, exactly, will this happen? The middle class is slowly ceasing to exist. I predict that within 20 to 30 years, America’s trade imbalance with Asia will ultimately lead to a second depression, finalizing the end of the middle class. Every cent that we spend outside of our country is one cent that our nation will never see again, and with as many foreign automobile manufacturers are building assembly plants on our soil, our own citizens no longer realize that what they’re buying wasn’t ever, isn’t now, and will never be an American product. It’s not just cars, people, it’s everything we buy. Our television sets, our children’s toys, our vacuum cleaners, our electric razors and toothbrushes, our stereos, and nearly every video or computer ever manufactured are all the product of foreign manufacturing. We’re not bringing enough money into the country to keep up with one billion dollars that Uncle Sam spends every six minutes, let alone the trillions of dollars that US Citizens spend on buying and maintaining their foreign-made products. Now, why does this mean that America dies? When you don’t earn money, you don’t have money. When you don’t have money, you don’t spend money. When funds are allowed to stagnate as in the case of the multi-billion-dollar estates of the social elite, there’s less and less money allowed to the people who actually spend what they have. At this point, funds drop to the point that the poor stop buying anything, and the rich stop buying from inside the country altogether. No more purchase from inside the country means that there are no more manufacturing jobs within the country, and service-industry jobs are suddenly underpaid (to an extreme), occupied by non-legal US residents (who send every cent they make outside of the US), or simply unnecessary. This means that suddenly, unemployment is 100%. This scenario has been played-out over and over throughout history. You may all recall World History class in middle-school, when you learned about the Russian Revolution, or even the French Revolution. The poor got fed-up with being kept poor. Gentlemen, it’s time that you cut the doublethink and take a look at your nation. That, and be ready to fight for it when the time comes. This will not be a war against a foreign enemy, but against ourselves, the proletariat versus the social elite. Current Mood: Why am I so angry? (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006
12:19 pm	News...! Well, yesterday, I tore-apart my dad's 326CID V8 (5.4 litres in metric) motor and inspected it. WHat I found was perhaps the best news I've gotten this year. THe motor's been rebuilt already, which means that I don't have to re-grind the block for oversized valves. This also means that all I need to get the motor in functional shape is add in the set of high-performance cylinder heads my dad's got in the shed right now, either the pair marked "Reference 6X" or "GM 670". THen, my dad has a high-compression motor that's significantly lighter than his current 400, capable of turning much more real horsepower with less gas, and... Well, let's suffice to say that he wants this motor in his GTO right now. This goes without saying, he's going to get it. This also means that I get the 400CID (that's 6.7 litres) that he's got in his car right now. Now, why do I want this motor, when I could build my own 326 like the one I built with my dad? Because the 6.7 is a much sturdier block, built from superior materials, though significantly heavier. It doesn't expand with heat nearly as much as the 326, and has already been bored-over for forged pistons and already has a forged steel crankshaft. THis all means that the engine's much more durable than the little 326, and capable of taking a fairly radical modification. Pressurized fuel oxidizer, in the form of nitrous-oxide, under close to 30 pounds of induction pressure. This should crank output horsepower up to nearly 700 at the rear wheels, and turn the car into a frighteningly fast vehicle. Current Mood: Got yiff? (Comment on this)
Monday, May 1st, 2006
12:29 pm	Um... ALright, recently my remix/remaster skills have been put to the test. I was contracted to write a remix of the Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang theme song for $30, and there's Jake Adams' request for an entire Motzart suite transcribed into trance-techno. Wow... Current Mood: What else is new? (Comment on this)
Monday, April 10th, 2006
9:51 pm	Why didn't I think of this before...? ALright, I'm still not sure why it's taken this long to post it here, but I've got some really great news. I've already spilled it in some other locations, but just a few weeks ago, I purchased a vintage baritone saxophone, Eb key, in absolutely fantastic shape, considering detail. Alright, here's the meat: This bari sax is close to 70 years old, and sounds better than any post-1990 sax I've ever laid eyes on, including that Selmer Paris ST70 and the MK-IV clone I played just a few months back. It has no chromatic F# key, but frankly, I never knew what a chromatic F# key was even for until I found out that my bari didn't have one. This is all considering that I've been saxing for close to 8 years now. So now, I've got a Yamaha alto and a gorgeous, Martin Baritone sax in my posession. I'm looking for a sopranino, though they're getting harder and harder to find for less than a car in price. Next order of business... Summit Lake Films has finally begun full-time production of the COdename: THUNDER II video series. With the release of the second episode, the series has oficially launched, and so far, so good. For those of you who may not already know, MILSIM AirSoft is a way for big boys to play soldier without looking stupid. My own rifle is an exact replica of an AR15 Geneseo assault rifle, right down to metal/plastic content. THere are others who build their own sniper's rifles using a mix of parts from real guns and APS2 gas rifles, and some who go out and buy a pistol and a video camera as their only armament. Out of 180 people who attended last year's 24hr. Codename: THUNDER game, everyone got an opportunity to act-up in front of a cameraman, and the video footage selected contains a mixture of story-oriented content and simpler footage, including just "cool stuff" or "funny stuff" that happened during the event. You can download and watch these videos FOR FREE at the CNT website> www.codenamethunder.com Current Mood: Predatory... What else? (Comment on this)
Monday, March 20th, 2006
10:02 pm	Saxophones and frustration...? Alright, regardless of whatever anyone says, my life is extremely well-balanced between good and bad right now. Let's start off with the nice side, because I want to get this all out of the way. First of all: The G.T.O. is running now. I installed ignition components that I got for Christmas, along with new spark-plug wires and keepers. THe persistent misfiring and backfiring is no longer an issue, nor is missed timing or poor combustion. Now, all I need is to pull and rebuild the engine, which should take close to 6 or 8 hours during this summer, and a new transmission and exhaust. I have all of the components I need for the exhaust, and I can find a rebuilt 4-speed auto transmission for less than $500. Second: I got a baritone saxophone to work with now, a real frankenstein of a horn. At one point, this sax could have cost roughly $10,000, maybe more. It's a Selmer ST70R professional-model baritone sax, standard brass body and gold lacquer finish. However, when I got hold of it, it was likely worth closer to $400 or $600. The lacquer is almost completely missing, and every single seal-guard was bent to the point of making each tone=hole impossible to open. I repaired the seal-guards and the damaged/bent pads and "tone-hole covers" (pardon the rudimentary title, I don't know what they're called), and was able to crank out "Low Rider" with my brother and his friend in the basement. THe horn is ugly as sin, butit sounds absolutely beautiful. Third: I've been on an insane production streak with my music, and have turned close to 6 more songs in the last three months. Justin will be very happy. Now, for the bad. As many of you may well know, my parents are worried about their health again, so there's not a single edible item in the entire house that isn't composed of either bran or artificial fiber. No, let's just leave it at "there's not a single edible item in the house". And the south-beach diet streak that my parents went on sounded bad... Well, at least then, I got to eat real food, even if it was the same got-danged salmon every single night for close to a month... I swear, I will never look at either a lime or a salmon again without having thoughts of extreme, graphic violence flow through my mind. It sounded like a miracle when they proposed it. It was good for three days, okay on the fourth and fifth. I could tolerate it for the rest of the week, and it started to get downright boring after two weeks. Three weeks? Too much of a good thing leads to canker sores. I just told 'em that they could piss-off, bought a camping stove, and my brother and myself ate nothing but luxurious, cholesterol-laden processed meats, Rice-A-Roni, and the box of twinkies that was supposed to last a week at a time. We ate like third-world kings, until I found the package of manager's special lean ground beef at Jewel-Osco for something like $12, at which point, we ate until we felt sick, then ate some more, when we actually became sick. We stuck with pre-packaged tamales for a while, because they were cheap, starchy, and tasty. Now that my parents ahve discovered the miracle of flank-steak, the diet-craze is compatible with both my brother and myself, who were almost grateful to return to an at least somewhat balanced diet. And I still haven't gotten rid of this mouthful of open sores from all of the limes. My parents are cool and all, but they obsess. And when they become obsessed, there's no stopping them. We've made the transition from salmon to bran and lentils, and I fear it may be months before I see a stick of real butter again. Enough said; I'm holding up pretty well, because I've got my old job back, and much better hours now that we're marketing annual plants in addition to our ever-present stock of perennials. Current Mood: *whimper* Need yiff !!! :> (Comment on this)
Thursday, February 16th, 2006
10:20 am	Nyuh! (v 2.0) I finally got my latest roll of Tempest pictures developed. There's some pretty interesting pictures, including the results of 15 or 20 carburetor flame-outs (basically, what happens when the valves happen to be open when the spark fires. You get a small explosion and a nice little fire under your hood inside your carburetor), a torn-up distributor badly in need of replacement, and my back seat. The car looks great from the outside, though. It's got a vinyl interior (easier clean-up, heh), but is due for some interesting customization. The biggest interior trick I'm planning is a pair of 3-axis power seats (full wrap-around leather is NICE) out of a Ford Mustang GT. I'm going to dye the leather black, because black leather is always sexy in old cars, as are fiberglass-fill mufflers and side-routed exhaust pipes. I still have to rebuild the motor, which will jack my volumetric efficiency up to nearly 80%, clean-up my exhaust, and crank my power output up to nearly 320. I'm almost not unhappy today. Current Mood: *whimpering for YIFF* (Comment on this)
Sunday, February 12th, 2006
11:02 pm	w00t Well,the state of Illinois has finally authorized me to operate a motor vehicle. I'm putting my purchase of a Keilworth professional-model sax on hold for a month or so, in order to get my Pontiac in reliable shape. It's got 41 years worth of repairs to be made, and I need to make them. I'll still be able to buy a saxophone later. Current Mood: gonna burst if I don't yiff... (Comment on this)