Archive for January, 2005

January 26, 2005

i don’t know how it happened, but i woke up this morning, and i just decided…
but i didn’t decide to decide, it just, well, happened.
man it feels so good to move on.
january is almost over.
this was the best january ever,
without a doubt.
february is going to rock.
i can’t wait.
i’ve got a bunch of events to go to,
resumes to send out,
parts for the car to buy,
and to top it off,
dan and dave are coming to visit for a week!

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January 24, 2005

a challenge to all of you:
i DARE you all to find the WRC intro theme song
1) without using ANY P2P software
2) without knowing the name of the song
3) without knowing the artist who made the song
…cause I found it 😉
my internet-finding-stuff are soooo above par

January 21, 2005

this is why patrick is my best friend…
he brings out the best in me 😉
me: yeah like stealing shit from my old job like mouses, mice, damnit.
me: she’s not a virgin, she’s got tattoos!
me: migidonari desu
me: eeni meeni mieni mo
pat: is that what that means?
me: …and they never live to tell about it
pat: yeah their scatter shield lack of thereof
me: californiation accomplished
pat: but you’re on vacation in california, so what was accomplished
me: uh, cali-FORnication…
pat: ooohhhhh. i always thought i meant california vacation
me: fo’ shizzle mah nizzle on the rizzle
pat: negro
me: wait, what rimes with negro?
pat: plegro?
me: uh, you’re in a leagro of your own dude 😉
me: my japanese to black friend numeration population is totally in the asian denomination favor, uh, ation.
pat: what? my head hurts, you make me think too much.
me: wow, i’m a caucasion rhymation sensation
pat: inflation.
me: i should be a rapper
pat: i
want to be a white rapper
me: you mean like an albino?
pat: what ever happened to little ceasars?
me: uh, i don’t know, pappa johns?
pat: what’s pappa johns got to do with little ceasars?
me: john, ceasar, they’re both names…
pat: ceasar isn’t a name
me: yes it is… ceasar, that emperor guy, uh, ceasor’s palace…
pat: no it’s a title. ceasar is a title
me: no way, then why would they name a salad after a title
pat: ohhhh i’m thinking of czar

January 20, 2005

ps. last night i saw my first “we inturrupt your current programming to bring you coverage of this live police chase” sweeeeeeet

January 20, 2005

ugh, i had such an incredibly shitty day yesterday…
but everything’s back in the usual wow-i-love-my-life swing of things.
my turbo arrived today.
tomorrow i will disassemble it and start the hpc coating and polishing processes. fun.
plus that overwhelming “ugh” shitty feeling that plagued me all day yesterday is gone.
well, not entirely
there’s still one major thing bothering me,
but that’s something that won’t be changing anytime soon
plus, an ultra-beautiful sunset tonight,
thank you pollution for the pretty colors

January 18, 2005

okay, so, i just got a new cell phone, and the stock ringtones suck.
i also just got this neat program to make your own ringtones…
what i need to know is:
does anyone have any GOOD sound clips of the following:
1. the WRC rally intro theme song
2. a turbo spool and then surge
3. a car (drift, accident, whatever) sliiiiiide then crunch/crash
IF what i am planning on doing works, i will have some neat ringtones, message alerts, and voicemail alerts.
also, if this works, i will make these available to everyone!
thanks guys 🙂

January 18, 2005

attention everyone living where it is winter:
the temperature here is currently 82*F
i.love.california.
/end

January 17, 2005

why is it so hard impossible for me to just trust?
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I’m the only one and I walk alone
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
‘Til then I walk alone
I’m walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What’s fucked up and everything’s alright
Check my vital signs
To know I’m still alive and I walk alone
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
‘Til then
I walk alone…

January 17, 2005

so it’s been a while since i actually updated with specifics… and to be honest, it’s been so long, most of it has already gone fuzzy in my mind…
instead, here is a recap of my first run-in with california’s finest…
yeah, so it happened
i finally got pulled over by california police.
eep.
if i remember correctly, it was thursday the 6th. i know it was a thursday because i remember thinking ‘well, at least tomorrow is payday’ once he pulled me over…
i was sitting at the light on lomita and early, waiting to make the left so i could pull into the parking lot at work. it was 7:30am. there was a car behind me, and behind him, a motorcycle cop.
i saw him there, my car was smoking pretty badly, and i really prayed that he wouldn’t make the effort and follow me into work…
the light turned green, i made my left, and a quick right into the parking lot. i slide the car as quietly as possible into my spot, shut it off, open the door to get out as if nothing happened, and he rolls up behind me, lights flashing in all their glory…
%0
D
fuck.
him: “license, insurance and reigstration please”
me: ‘yes officer…’ as i flash my minibadge. hey, can’t hurt right?
him: “your car was smoking so badly at that light back there it nearly choked me”
quick ainsley, think of something to say to lighten the situation.
me: “yes officer, i am aware of that, it does the same to me, that’s why i drive with my windows up” 😉
smooth. real smooth…
but he lost his composure for a second and his face softened just a little
score! i’m in. that’s exactly what i wanted.
him: “uh, er, uh, what’s wrong with your car?”
the look on his face was priceless
me: ‘well to be honest, i’m not 100% sure. i just drove out here from new york and the car is smoking pretty badly, burns about a quart of oil a week, i’m assuming it’s bad valve seals but i don’t have the time or money or tools to fix it right now’
i showed him the case of oil i have to carry with me in the backseat as a just-in-case for added emphasis on my little speech
him: “well, with a motor that shot, you must have terrible compression”
dude was trying to call my bluff… that’s fine, i’m fair game
me: ‘yes officer, you’re right! it’s got 130 130 125 130 compression which is e
xtremely low for this motor.’

now that he realized i knew what i was talking about, his whole attitude changed.
he started asking me what i was doing out in LA (since i have a NYS license, tags, etc) so i explained about coop and that i’ll fix the car once i get back to the east coast and i am only here for a few more months etc etc, really cool guy, we had a pretty cool conversation
him: “i can’t tell you how refreshing it is to pull someone over and have them be honest with me. you have no idea how many times i pull these guys over in their hondas and they bullshit me like i was born yesterday. i really appreciate that you were so honest and upfront with me.”
we wound up actually just chillin and hangin out in the parking lot of my office for a half an hour. i was sitting on my trunk, he was chillin with his bike, and we were laughing and smiling and talking and the lights were still flashing and all of my co-workers started to arrive and were just staring because they were so confused.
well, after a while the cop says to me “i better get out of here, if anyone calls in to headquarters that i’ve been here talking and hanging out for a half an hour i could get into some trouble. best of luck with your job and finishing college, and i’ll tell the guys around town to keep an eye out for ya and leave you alone so you won’t get hassled”
no ticket
, no warning, and now i don’t have to worry about local pd anymore 🙂
california police – 0
me & the smokin G – 1
best.cop.ever.

SHIFT_spud

January 13, 2005

i bought it today.
i called precision,
and within minutes,
made use of my lovely garrett employee discount.
yeah, it’s nothing special…
just a disco potato
GT2860RLS .84 a/r
but it’s MINE
and it was so cheap i almost cried.
seriously.
i am having it shipped to me at garrett.
ironically, we didn’t have any in stock,
so i had to order one to be sent back to me.
haha weird.
but when it gets here, i am going to disassemble it
and get the turbine housing coated
and the compressor housing polished
and it will be oh-so-pretty
and then i am going to cuddle it until i can afford to fix my motor and actually put it on the car
SHIFT_potato! 😀