Thursday, October 23, 2014
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
I’m not ordinarily an advocate of early voting because there could be late developments in election campaigns that would affect a voter’s decision. If you vote early and your candidate is revealed to be a dirtbag, you have no recourse.
That said, I’m convinced that there is nothing that could make me want to vote for nearly any of the Democrats on the Arkansas ballot, so I went with Maria to the courthouse annex and cast my ballot to retire Sen. Mark Pryor, retain Congressman Rick Crawford, and put Republicans in the governor and lieutenant governor’s offices.
While I was in line waiting to vote, I got a call from one of our tenants reporting that their sewer line is backing up. Again. They serve people sentenced to community service time and I suspect one of their clients is flushing inappropriate stuff down their toilet.
I called our fix-it guy and he pledged to have someone there by 3 p.m.
The joys of being a landlord. Happily, they pay their rent on time and are good tenants.
It’s been more than 20 years since I first saw a “Loud Pipes Save Lives” sticker on a helmet at Daytona Beach Bike Week. I marveled at the idiocy of that statement, almost as much as I am baffled by the stupidity of people who argue that motorcycle helmets cause accidents and injuries.
The sound of really loud pipes triggers the “fight” part of my “fight or flight” response. Loud exhaust creates a negative impression about motorcyclists in the minds of non-riders and makes us all look like inconsiderate Neanderthals.
Monday, October 20, 2014
How can you not like a raccoon with a weapon?
We finally got around to seeing Guardians of the Galaxy on Saturday night and ended up liking it more than we expected.
The 1970s soundtrack and the talking raccoon (Rocket) and tree (Groot) help take this space adventure to an unexpected level of engagement and entertainment.
I haven’t bought a movie on DVD or BluRay for a year or two, but I can see owning a copy of this one.
There is a hint or a sequel at the end. We’ll be waiting.
My bank debit card is worn out. It developed a crack that makes if difficult to use with card readers and, besides, it was issued by Liberty Bank before it became Centennial Bank.
So I dropped by the bank this morning to get a new card, preferably with the same number since it’s on record with a few businesses where I have an online account.
But it turns out that my card number, as well as Maria’s, is on a list of compromised debit card numbers from a recent hack of The Home Depot’s database.
The young man at the bank said new cards were mailed to us on Oct. 15 and should appear in our mailbox today or tomorrow.
And since the numbers were compromised, we have new debit card numbers, which will necessitate some extra work online to get accounts updated.
Thanks for being negligent, Home Depot.
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Our 2002 Subaru Forester developed a worrisome noise in the left front wheel last spring which I supposed was a disintegrating CV (constant velocity) joint.
It came at a time when major automotive surgery wasn’t in our budget, so we parked the Subaru and Maria took over the Lexus while I celebrated late spring, summer and early fall on BMW motorcycles.
Good riding weather won’t last forever, so I decided on Thursday it was time to get the Subaru back in shape for winter.
I drove down to Gateway Tire where it was discovered that the left front wheel hub and bearings were shot. Also, the fuel line was leaking. If we continued to drive the car as it was it was just a matter of time before the wheel fell off or it caught on fire.
So I left the car at Gateway overnight and they made the repairs, plus an oil change and lube in time for me to pick it up after lunch yesterday.
I was a happy camper until I noticed a rather violent vibration in the steering wheel when I got up to 60 mph on the way home.
I took the car back this morning and it was determined that the right side tires were out of round, probably as a consequence of sitting in the same spot for more than three months. We knew the car needed new tires more than a year ago, so I green-lighted a set of tires at $100 a pop.
And the car was filthy, so I treated it to a car wash before I left town.
New rubber notwithstanding, the vibration reappeared on the drive home. I phoned Gateway as I turned onto our road and arranged to bring it back first thing Monday morning.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
“The KOHLER touchless toilet is the no-touch flush for your home. Just hold your hand over the tank sensor to activate the flush. No handle to touch means fewer germs to pick up or leave behind.”
The flush handle is probably the cleanest thing you’ll touch on a toilet. What about (if you’re a guy who is socially responsible) using your bare hand to raise and lower the seat? Where’s the power assist for that process?
And, of course, there’s the potentially problematic business with the toilet paper.
This is on a par with 2010’s moronic Lysol No-Touch Hand Soap System that dispensed a squirt of soap when you waved your hand under the spout.
Why does it matter if there are germs on the conventional pump, since they’re about to be washed off of your hands anyway? And people who wash/sanitize their hands frequently probably have fewer bacteria on their hands to begin with, making the conventional pump marginally cleaner than most surfaces you touch during the day – like money or door handles.
No wonder people in the Third World think we’re insane when it comes to germs.