exploded by bang
Tuesday, 12 August 2008 06:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtWow. There's a cloud of Bad Car Mojo around at the moment - no doubt cruising for attention after the jo&stv limited special offer gear experience, my car exploded on the way up to campus this morning. Symptoms included shredding its fan belt, spitting out the water pump and joyously boiling with a sort of low, enthusiastic gurgling noise that was extremely disconcerting before my first cup of tea. Fortunately my Ace Brilliant Tame Mechanic organised a Cheerful Towing Guy, and after getting the wreck into his grease-stained mitts can report that I haven't bent, bont or splugged anything vital.
More generalised fallout from Sod's Law dictates that this should be the day that I was (a) carrying three new (heavy) framed pictures for my office so I had to lug the damned things up the hill following the car suicide, and (b) wearing suede boots for the walk home around the edge of the common, necessitating a quick Google on the best methods to remove sand and grass seeds from suede.
The day of wincing, phoning mechanical gentlemen and patiently deleting CNN alerts from my inbox (bloody Russian spambots) has also been conducted to the refrain provided by a thundering sinus headache. This has caused me to exhibit a tactless and undesirable behaviour wherein I look at a student and visibly wince. I am mentally filing this under Things The Dean Would Not Approve Of, and hoping tomorrow will be better.
Random linkery distraction is clearly called for. In the Department of Horrified Fascination, courtesy of boingboing, it's worth following up on the Mormon sex slave mystery, if only because, its basically nasty sexual assault aside, it's one of those cases where the details are so bizarre, baroque and colourful that they couldn't possibly be invented. Apart from the Mormon bit, the mink-lined handcuffs and the cloned pitbulls, the dominatrix stalker apparently jumped bail disguised as a deaf-mute mime artist and, later, a nun. If Monty Python staged it we'd think it far-fetched.
More generalised fallout from Sod's Law dictates that this should be the day that I was (a) carrying three new (heavy) framed pictures for my office so I had to lug the damned things up the hill following the car suicide, and (b) wearing suede boots for the walk home around the edge of the common, necessitating a quick Google on the best methods to remove sand and grass seeds from suede.
The day of wincing, phoning mechanical gentlemen and patiently deleting CNN alerts from my inbox (bloody Russian spambots) has also been conducted to the refrain provided by a thundering sinus headache. This has caused me to exhibit a tactless and undesirable behaviour wherein I look at a student and visibly wince. I am mentally filing this under Things The Dean Would Not Approve Of, and hoping tomorrow will be better.
Random linkery distraction is clearly called for. In the Department of Horrified Fascination, courtesy of boingboing, it's worth following up on the Mormon sex slave mystery, if only because, its basically nasty sexual assault aside, it's one of those cases where the details are so bizarre, baroque and colourful that they couldn't possibly be invented. Apart from the Mormon bit, the mink-lined handcuffs and the cloned pitbulls, the dominatrix stalker apparently jumped bail disguised as a deaf-mute mime artist and, later, a nun. If Monty Python staged it we'd think it far-fetched.
