Thursday, February 07, 2008

• Credit check for oil

  Currently Listening Liberation Transmission By Lost Prophets For All These Times Son, For All These Times see related

  I gave myself a few hours to calm down before starting this rant, but I don't know that I'm any calmer.  Maybe I'm just a little sensitive, and it's no big deal.  Maybe I'm over reacting.  Maybe the fucking gas stations are fucking crocks of shit that need to be ignited in a way that only Quentin Tarantino can make seem not cool.  Fucking used twice in one sentence.  Yes this is me calmed fucking down.  Now that I think of it, I've let this get under my skin and put a black spot on far to much of an otherwise acceptable day. 
  
  Here's what happened.  When I got off work, I had one thing to attend to.  Put gas in the car, and the rest of the night was mine.  All mine.  I'd play a bit of Rock Band, watch a little more of my Nauto Uncut box set (not quite the same as the fansub experience from years back, but still good).  Add in a pizza, and a soda, and I could ignore the nagging thought that I needed to be "out doing something".  Instead I spent about two hours going from gas station to gas station trying to find one that would let me use my debit card.  I have developed a distaste for carrying actual money.  For this flaw, I am tempering my rage at the gas service (whatever it's called) industry.  After about an hour or so, and 5 different stations telling me I had no money for them, I started to develop a cold lump in the pit of my stomach.
  Recently, I've fallen into a bit of a cash crunch due to old credit card problems I thought I had sorted out years ago.  For the last two months, I've forsaken my usual huge play money budget to get the debt paid down.  After having so many stations turn my card down, I started to fear that my account had been frozen.  Cue Khans death scene monologue from Star Trek 2.  I was about to vow bloody retribution.  I was doing my part, who were they to fuck me?  So I go home.  I log into my back account.  $69.  Hmm, less than I though, but by my math, more than enough to get $10 of gas.  Fuckers.  They won't let me pump gas because I don't have enough in my account to fill up a mother fucking god damn Hummer?  Fine.  I went about collecting coin from the couch, a change jar, my desk, and subspace to come up with $5 to get me by till payday.  Go down, pump gas, go get dinner, and shit, it's 7 o'clock already.  I get my time wasted for a living, so having my private time taken like this is enough to drive me into another rage just like this.  Keen.
  
  Demons exercised, feeling better now.  Still wishing for the instant annihilation of all fossil fuels on the planet, but I can deal with it now.  I'll just go spit on a Hummer, son of Hummer (H2), or Jesus Christ Hummer you got your sister pregnant (H3).  Maybe I'll shit on one just to build up a nice cushion of the next rage attack.  Life isn't so bad when you've got options.  My immediate option: looking into getting my car set for flex fuel running.  Move to E85, ease my conscious about the ecosystem until which point I can afford to go and get that elctric car, and a Kw worth of  solar panels.
  
  Finally, making an addition to my computer under the pretense of expanding my horizons, and improving my blah blah blah.  Basically trying to build job netting skills through play.  The upgrade will be a video capture card.  Unfortunately, this is one piece of hardware I am a bit ignorant about.  I'm looking at either Hauppage or ATI as the brands.  The only other thing I know is that it has to be able to receive HD broadcasts.  Initially, I'll be using it to capture video from various video games for video reviews to post on my website, but down the road, I'd like to use it for purposes as a PVR.  Dual tuners would be nice, but aren't strictly unnecessary.  If anyone has experience, or opinions on which way to go, I'd appreciate hearing.
  
  

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