Neanderpundit

Lots of people will tell you lots of shit about your driving, and I’m not one of them. You’ll figure those things out for yourself soon enough.

This is about your car. You got it, now you need to take care of it- and it’s not at all hard. Just a few simple rules.

Every time you drive the car:
Look at all four tires. You don’t have to check the pressure, just look, to make sure they’re there, and more or less inflated.
Look at the outside of the car. Make sure nobody has hit the damned thing.
Look at the glass, check for breakage.

Once a week: check all the fluids. Water, oil, trans, brake, windshield washer.

Once a month, (at least!) wash the car and check for rust or pits. These can be fixed if caught early. Check the air filter.

Change oil at regular intervals. Change trans fluid at the appropriate intervals. Change the air filter whan it gets dirty. And read this:

According to Dick, at least.

What moron decided to overcarbonate the Diet Coke with Splenda? This shit has more gas than Double Cola. Or the democratic national convention.

I don’t want to go on the cart

I will be having my surgery on tuesday. it’s a pretty simple procedure and I expect it to go smoothly. The doctor seems to be a bit on the sawed-off side, so I suggested she get a pair of these:

She’ll probably need them to reach up over my ginormous bulk.

I wonder if they give the anaesthesilogist and folks a chair to sit in during the operation? I want ’em to be comfy.

I’ll post a couple times, but I wanted Dick to have the run of the place just in case, you know, Dagon or Sir Fredrick Fucktard showed up. he’d know what to do. Dick would be ever so pleased to kick their asses up past their shoulderblades, and I want to see that happen.

Additionally, my old friend and confidant mlle. Jenny (Jenny! Jenny!) will be keeping watch, and should I snuff it, the two of them will get to fight over the rights to party- on the blog, so to speak.

Keep a happy thought. Now, yardwork!