Thursday, August 18, 2005

Topping off, Scouting out, Wising up

When you move, there's a lot more to do than just what's on the surface. You have to completely recreate the kingdom outside the house too. Find a favorite grocery store, a place to get your hair cut, the post office, a car dealership that services your brand. I've done exactly none of these things yet.

Today, for instance. I had to take time out of my workday for an oil change and wheel balance on the car. It has to be done, according to the lease, at a BMW dealership... so I drove clear across town to drop it off and get a loaner, come all the way back across town to get work done in the studio, I'll need to drive ALL the way back to pick it up, then drive clear to south county for dinner with friends.

After which, it will be time for an oil change again! Plus, I'll need to take out a second mortgage to buy the goddamn gas for all this driving.

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Speaking of gas... because of the high gas prices, topping off the tank to the nearest dollar has become a freakin' art form. Do you know how hard it is to get that MF to stop at the nearest dollar when the numbers move so fast? One little squeeze (that used to kick it up a penny) now shoots 3 cents worth into the tank. $60.02. Shit.

Topping off a tank accurately will soon be an olympic event. It's a lot harder than curling.

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I hate to say I told you so, but...

"...four U.S. senators said that signs of rising temperatures on Earth are obvious and they called on Congress to act."

Two of the four are republicans, and none would be considered "environmental wackos." So to those friends/readers who have long buried their heads in the sand and refused to see the evidence (whose names shall go unmentioned here on my friendly blog) I say, welcome to reality. Welcome to a changed earth. Now let's start putting our heads together and figure out how to reverse some of the damage.


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9 comments:

Chris Cope said...

Gah! A BMW? Did I mention I hate you? Uhm, what I mean to say is, can I change your oil for you? A coworker of mine in San Diego drove a BMW and once told me how much she paid for an oil change. Yipes! Is there something special about that car that you can't change the oil yourself? I change the oil on both my cars and it costs about $15 for oil, oil filter and air filter (I just blow through the PCV valve).

Rob Seifert said...

Let's see, my 45 gallon tank at $2.90/gallon = $130.50 if I roll in on fumes. Lovely. I'm gonna smack the next person who dares tell me having an oil man in the oval office was a good idea. Global warming means that you and I and the rest of the good ol' US of A get to trade our fat petroleum eating beasts for alternative fueled vehicles and bicycles while China burns up the rest of the petroleum further damaging the environment. That should go over like a turd in a punch bowel.

RCS

Lee Ann said...

It is truly unbelieveable. I definitely have cut down on my driving as much as possible. It is sickening.

Angie said...

I put $75 in the gas tank and it wasn't full yet.

Amandarama said...

It's about $2.70 here. Truly insane. I'm beginning to contemplate getting a hybrid vehicle for my next car.

Justice said...

I have given up on trying to round up my gas purchases. I tried it last weekend and went over by a penny. Screw it...from now on I take what it stops at.

lilly05 said...

While filling up the family gunship, I was cut off at 30 gallons ( that was $75) and it could have taken another 10-15 gallons. Frightening isn't it? My next family car will be a conestoga wagon complete with eight oxen.....no wait, they produce too much methane that eats up the ozone layer...guess that means we'll be using tandem bicycles after all. Damn it man, why you gotta keep me informed? laf.

Kerouaced said...

Dave, there is no such thing as global warming. Now, if you'll excuse me I have to go clean up what's left of my Chihuahuas. When they stepped out the back door and the sun hit them they went up in smoke...

OldHorsetailSnake said...

One advantage of living in Oregon is that the customer is prohibited from pumping his own gas. So if you order exactly $20 worth and the attendant goes over, it is t.s. for the gas station. So we got professionals in training for the On-the-Dot Olympics.