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I now have a locking gas cap.

This is the second time that I know of that my gas tank's been siphoned. The first time, I was willing to believe I had remembered it wrong, that perhaps I hadn't left myself with a full tank of gas. Maybe I hadn't gotten to filling it, although why I had left it on E is beyond me. This time, however, I knew that was crap. I checked to see if I had a fuel line leak -- nope. And gas leaks leave a tell-tale stain on asphalt even when it's evaporated. Nope, the high price of gas really does have people going around stealing gasoline. Now that's just pathetic. And the pickup doesn't have the locking gas cover that the Prelude did, so I had to spend quite a bit of time looking for a locking gas cap today. I have a feeling they'll be stocking more of those in more stores in the future...

I seemed to have missed much of the LJ drama on this Open Boob Project thingy. However, once it was explained to me, I believe I feel much the same way about it that I feel about most other things. "Don't like it? Don't do it." I assure you, if you are welcome to my boobs, you will know. And if some self-entitled little fuck feels the need to help himself to the tactile sensation of my body parts without my consent, whatever body parts they may be, I feel entirely justified in wiping the mat with his or her body parts -- and psyche -- to boot. I learned this neat trick when I was a Congressional intern that served me really well later in my political career: a steel-shanked 5" high heel can break bones in a man's instep with only the weight of an average-sized woman applied in the right place. Get groped? Just lean in, you don't even have to stamp, just shift all your weight, and you can even look wide-eyed and say "Oh! Sorry! I must have bumped you" or whatever lame excuse they just used on you.

So, to recap: my gas, my boobs, not urs. What is up with the world? Wasn't this covered in kindergarten?



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Apr. 25th, 2008 03:04 am (UTC)
We will be getting a locking gas cap for the Chrysler minivan. The other cars require pulling or pushing something inside the car to access the gas cap. (Well, the project car has a locking gas cap *cover*.)
Apr. 25th, 2008 03:58 am (UTC)
They are going to be recutting the blanks from scratch. The radius got lost when transferring the drawing from one program to the other. They will be in on Monday.

Also, I've found out more about electro-polishing. I'll fill you in when I get the chance.
Apr. 25th, 2008 04:32 am (UTC)
I love our secret language. Sounds like random verbs and nouns...

I read up on EP too. I think it rox, but we might have to do some sanding of gouges first. Hey, beats the hell out of the process by hand, we'd have to sand the damn gouges first anyway.
Apr. 25th, 2008 05:31 am (UTC)
Ya know, going from the open boob project to electro-polishing and hand sanding is really a bit warped.

Glad to know you are doing well.

Apr. 25th, 2008 06:05 am (UTC)
oh lord I'm almost following all the parts of the secret langauge.....so does that make me a bit warped?

but my brain did the real strangeness of Torin is recutting the open boob project blanks because the radius got messed up and then the boobs are getting electro-polished..... now who is wearing this thing during the electro- polishing ......and who is doing the hand polishing? and OMG gouges?????
Apr. 25th, 2008 10:46 pm (UTC)
Having read the original source of the OSBP, he did state that all potential participants were asked if they wished to play, and each "no" answer was respected. So, to my knowledge, no one was subjected to non-consensual contact.

Those, I suspect there are folks whose comfort zones are invaded by merely being asked.
Apr. 29th, 2008 09:54 pm (UTC)
yeppers, you hit the nail on the head
And that's exactly what and who I meant.

Isn't that the "game" we play with strangers in the "real world" everyday? Jeez. Or is it just me who has to deal with dudes who come up to me at gas stations and cocktail parties? NEWSFLASH TO DELICATE FLOWERS AT CONS: Boob-touchers are EVERYWHERE.

Ah knows. Ah gots me some boobs. I am not bothered by leg men, I assure you. [Ok, well, I am, but not near to the extent as the oh you get the idea]
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