youngraven: Ah, I've had better days, me. (Drownt rat)
It actually started in 2009. Since this one garage had done so very well in sorting out rather an irksome woe, I felt confident in trusting the people there with my car. 

Well. Fools bloody rush in, dunnit. 

The battery cable thingummy went well. The back brakes went well. But when my clutch wanted replacing? They bloody banjaxed it - and by that, I mean to the point that a piece of the linkage fell out and bounced away whilst I was driving down the 75 towards the city (there's a 75 in Atlanta as well). What followed was a great lot of hire cars and strife that culminated in an angry letter and the car being towed to the Sandy Springs Subaru. Oh, and this was in the midst of the Christmas as well. Bucking. Frilliant. 

Fast forwards one year's time. My car has been squeaking. It's actually been squeaking since Atlanta, but I'd convinced myself it was a belt wearing out, and had taken the decision to squeeze every last bit of life out of it. (I understand this isn't wise, so.)

Lately, a bit of undercarriage trim had rearranged itself such that it made a ghastly sound whenever I rounded a corner. Since my dad's no slouch when it comes to the finer workings of things with combustion engines, I asked him to lash up that trim to something. Since we'd already got the car up onto the ramps, he had a listen to it with a Car Stethoscope, and determined that the squeak originated in the clutch. Apparently, the throw out bearing is bodgered.

SO YAY, LIKE. Four times in the fucking garage, and the bleeding clutch is still effed up. I mean, the hell sez I - should I have resorted to voodoo? Would that have done the trick? Janey bloody mercy. 

As I mentioned, I've already done the bit with the Better Business Bureau, and they've made 'good' by me as best they'd do. Grr. So, we'll be making a hike up to a Subaru dealer in the back of beyond (alright, McKinney), 'cos that's where our local, trusted rep ended up.   

Aaaaand...that piece of trim? In his opinion, it looks as though somebody left a few pieces off when it was replaced after all of last year's work had been done. So hurrah fucking that. Poxy rat bastards. Never again in my life will I go to Pep Boys. /spits

I'm fairly decided that my next conveyance will be a donkey with a cart. 
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So, I've noticed that the names that spam generators use have become a bit ridiculous. Hovering about in the band's email box are messages from:
Collectivising I. Redund
Lira D. Frontispiece
Collaborator O. Charcoal
Styrofoams M. Gibberish (indeed)
Decoration D. Cosiness
Exhorts F. Veranda
Sandpapered E. Moody

I think I'm fondest of 'Lira D. Frontispiece' (there's something delightfully Diagon Alley about it) and 'Sandpapered E. Moody'.

It's a damned good thing that Shaddow and I have decided against having children. The names we'd give them would be atrocious:
Chamomile, Dysentery, and Vestibule.

Speaking of chamomile...I had a mad desire for chamomile tea this morning, only there wasn't any to be found. I suppose this will mean a pop round the shops this afternoon to remedy that. Christ on a bike, I hate going round the shops. I always leave them feeling a bit imploded.

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And now, a ridiculous meme. Usually, I give no quarter to princesses - at least I give no quarter to fluffy-brained twee princesses. This one, however, I think I'd not smite.

The Warrior Princess

You are strong, courageous, and dynamic, a woman of
action. You have an iron will and a sharp
tongue. Indecisive, weak, or wishy-washy people
test your patience. You tend to grow bored
quickly and yearn for excitement.

Role Models: Brunhilde/The Valkyries, Xena

You are most likely to: Lead your people to victory
against an army of orcs.

What Kind of Princess are You? - Beautiful Artwork (Original Music is BACK!!!)
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