October 27th, 2006

The Happiness of Help

The "check engine" light came on in our 2003 Passat yesterday morning. Given the extremely busy nature of our week and the fact that it was also the most special day of the year, we were dismayed. Luckily, nothing bad happened to the car the rest of the day. And today, the awesome benlinus made good on a promise he'd made me a while ago and brought his VAG-COM set-up over after work and was able A) to confirm my suspicion that the problem was sparkplug-related and therefore not something to worry about; B) to inform me of another minor problem with the A/C unit that we can attend to later; and C) clear out all the error codes from the car's computer and determine that they didn't simply reappear when we turned the car back on. So if you run into him at any point over the next week or so, please remember to think fondly of his helpful ways. He made our day and week a lot less difficult than they otherwise would have been.

In Which He Contemplates the Flowers From His Browser Window

I'm sick of looking. It's one thing to stare across the river at Indiana, because you can't stop thinking about someone. But the light was always red back then. Metaphorically, I mean. I don't think they had decided on the color of traffic lights yet. I don't even think they had traffic lights. Anyway, like I said, I feel ill. Did you ever think about that phrase before? "Sick of." Tells a nice story, especially when you pair it with a gerund. Am I allowed to use words like "gerund"? Probably not. Fuck it, though. I'm sure I can't say "fuck" either and I just did. It felt good too. Shit, it's getting cold out here. I'm going to head inside and curl up with a chronologically appropriate book. Lad, a Dog, I think. Must be flying off the shelves right now. Which is then, I realize, because I couldn't be writing like this in that "now." Nor would it have been possible for me to slip into this nice Polartec pullover. Whatever. See you later, Sport.