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Jul. 3rd, 2024 03:51 pm.__. Took my car to the auto shop this morning because the MAINT REQUIRED light was on and they have a 50% off deal on oil changes. I expected the estimate to be in the $100-150 range when I lay down for a nap; woke up to a text saying the estimate is $600 because the read brake pads need to be replaced now and the rear tires need to be replaced soon. WHEE. I asked them to do the brake and the oil change and we'll kick the tires down the road because, you know, unemployed.
(Manager: "I shouldn't say congratulations, but take advantage of the summer!" Me: "No, absolutely correct, so with that in mind please replace the brakes.")
The world outside is uhhhhh pretty bad! I'm largely ignoring it, ngl. Things in here are pretty okay, all told -- yesterday I had a great conversation with an old coworker about some narrative design/consulting/writing I'm going to do for him for a very cool personal project that's right up my street. (What if Ace Attorney, but in hell?) And last week my sister and I went camping and I solidified that yes, by god, I'm going to take her RV and solo the Alaska Highway to Anchorage this August. I spent this morning planning out my itinerary and I think I can do it in 9 easy-driving days, though I'm blocking out two weeks to allow for, say, "actually I want to go hike around
After several weeks of the Seattle Public Library's entire system being down due to a ransomware attack (??? I'M STILL MAD AT THESE FUCKERS), access to Libby and most other services have been restored, I've been chewing through the NY Times Crosswords archives like someone with an undiagnosed neurodivergency and also listening to BOOKS, IT'S BOOKS TIME. Since last we spoke:
( Books! )
I'm also rereading Lords and Ladies in dribs and drabs! I just got The Dark King by Gina L. Maxwell, to return to the steamy book world, and after enjoying Callahan's I kind of want to check out Jack Townsend's Tales from the Gas Station.
(Manager: "I shouldn't say congratulations, but take advantage of the summer!" Me: "No, absolutely correct, so with that in mind please replace the brakes.")
The world outside is uhhhhh pretty bad! I'm largely ignoring it, ngl. Things in here are pretty okay, all told -- yesterday I had a great conversation with an old coworker about some narrative design/consulting/writing I'm going to do for him for a very cool personal project that's right up my street. (What if Ace Attorney, but in hell?) And last week my sister and I went camping and I solidified that yes, by god, I'm going to take her RV and solo the Alaska Highway to Anchorage this August. I spent this morning planning out my itinerary and I think I can do it in 9 easy-driving days, though I'm blocking out two weeks to allow for, say, "actually I want to go hike around
After several weeks of the Seattle Public Library's entire system being down due to a ransomware attack (??? I'M STILL MAD AT THESE FUCKERS), access to Libby and most other services have been restored, I've been chewing through the NY Times Crosswords archives like someone with an undiagnosed neurodivergency and also listening to BOOKS, IT'S BOOKS TIME. Since last we spoke:
( Books! )
I'm also rereading Lords and Ladies in dribs and drabs! I just got The Dark King by Gina L. Maxwell, to return to the steamy book world, and after enjoying Callahan's I kind of want to check out Jack Townsend's Tales from the Gas Station.
