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Framling
FaceHeadGeebs has bad ideas.Registered User regular
FaceHeadGeebs has bad ideas.Registered User regular
So if you don't know that Jordyn and I completely love Taco John's, well... I don't know what's wrong with you. Three years ago, we moved out here to Seattle, where there are no Taco John'ses... Tacos John's... whatever. It totally sucks, and we totally miss it and tend to eat it twice a day when we end up back home in SoDak for whatever reason.
Recently, we were made aware of the fact that there is a Taco John's in Yakima Washington, only about 110 miles away. I had previously been led to believe that the closest one we could get to was in Spokane (there's one on an Air Force base nearby, but we're not in the Air Force). But this one was actually within driving distance! So we decided that to celebrate our third anniversary earlier this week, we would go get us some motherfuckin' tacos.
So, around 12:30 or 1:00 today, we get all in the car and shit, and we take off down the street. The GPS knows the way, so wooo, here we go. We're cruising along down 85th and get onto the I-5 south on-ramp when, unbeknownst to me, the passenger-side tie rod knuckle pretty much fucking disintegrates. For those who don't know, the tie-rod is an integral component in the shit that makes the wheels turn left or right. You know, so you can drive in anything other than a straight line.
So that happens as I'm fully intending, and completely failing, to curve right onto the ramp proper.
Hello, Mr. Wall!
So that happened. We stop, we're both okay, fuck fuck fuck fuck, call 911, they send some people, no, I wasn't drinking and I can't remember the last time I did, we get the car towed out of the way, another towing guy comes and we figure out what fucked up and where to take it, and we get it to the alignment whatever people to fix the goddamn thing.
Fortunately, the brakes were working better than the steering (the wheels ended up like / \ I'm not even joking. That tie rod knuckle was fucking gone), so we weren't going too fast when we hit. So we take it there, they look at it, and figure they've got the parts to fix it today, so there's that at least.
Meanwhile, at one point during all this, I'm walking across the parking lot, and turn back to look at Jordyn and I trip on something, kinda roll over my foot, and hear something pop, and it starts hurting like go fuck yourself. So, I'm limping along as we go get change to take the bus home (thankfully we just had to go about 40 blocks straight down aurora, so it was just one bus), I limp along as we get on the bus, and I limp along as we walk (limp) home from the bus stop. Round about this time, i determine that my foot is not, in fact, okay, and that once we hear back from the garage, our next stop is the fucking hospital.
Well, round about 4:30, the garage calls, and the car's pretty much fixed, I guess, you know, whatever. Which apparently means "You can drive it, but you won't like to." So limp limp limp, both of us get back on the bus (since there's no way I'm driving anywhere with my right foot hurting like this), limp limp limp we go back into the garage, then limp limp limp back to the car, and then drive drive drive to the hospital.
We get me checked in, and then we start playing fucking wait forever and ever. Two hours and change later, it's a little after 7:00, I haven't eaten anything, and my foot hurts like fuck and I haven't taken anything for it, and we finally get to leave the waiting room and start waiting on a cot in the hallway. There is an E on the wall over my head. I'm on cot E. Whatever, some more waiting (made better by cot E being just outside the door of the room containing one of the funniest grumpy angry crotchety hospital patients to have ever lived), and finally I get to talk to a paperwork lady and then a nurse and then a doctor and then another lady takes me to get x-rayed, and then back to hallway-chunk E to wait for results.
I think like four nurses at different points come up to me and each ask me what happened, and then tell me the doctor's going to look at the x-rays and then we'll see what's up. Also one of these nurses gave me a couple percoset, so she's my favorite.
The doctor comes back! Guess what! I broke my fucking foot, just tripping and falling down like some kind of fucking asshole!
So now I got some fucking crutches and a stupid fucking boot cast thing (it just velcros on there, it's not like plaster or anything, but still. Oh, and a percoset scrip.
And we still never got any fucking Taco John's.
Recently, we were made aware of the fact that there is a Taco John's in Yakima Washington, only about 110 miles away. I had previously been led to believe that the closest one we could get to was in Spokane (there's one on an Air Force base nearby, but we're not in the Air Force). But this one was actually within driving distance! So we decided that to celebrate our third anniversary earlier this week, we would go get us some motherfuckin' tacos.
So, around 12:30 or 1:00 today, we get all in the car and shit, and we take off down the street. The GPS knows the way, so wooo, here we go. We're cruising along down 85th and get onto the I-5 south on-ramp when, unbeknownst to me, the passenger-side tie rod knuckle pretty much fucking disintegrates. For those who don't know, the tie-rod is an integral component in the shit that makes the wheels turn left or right. You know, so you can drive in anything other than a straight line.
So that happens as I'm fully intending, and completely failing, to curve right onto the ramp proper.
Hello, Mr. Wall!
So that happened. We stop, we're both okay, fuck fuck fuck fuck, call 911, they send some people, no, I wasn't drinking and I can't remember the last time I did, we get the car towed out of the way, another towing guy comes and we figure out what fucked up and where to take it, and we get it to the alignment whatever people to fix the goddamn thing.
Fortunately, the brakes were working better than the steering (the wheels ended up like / \ I'm not even joking. That tie rod knuckle was fucking gone), so we weren't going too fast when we hit. So we take it there, they look at it, and figure they've got the parts to fix it today, so there's that at least.
Meanwhile, at one point during all this, I'm walking across the parking lot, and turn back to look at Jordyn and I trip on something, kinda roll over my foot, and hear something pop, and it starts hurting like go fuck yourself. So, I'm limping along as we go get change to take the bus home (thankfully we just had to go about 40 blocks straight down aurora, so it was just one bus), I limp along as we get on the bus, and I limp along as we walk (limp) home from the bus stop. Round about this time, i determine that my foot is not, in fact, okay, and that once we hear back from the garage, our next stop is the fucking hospital.
Well, round about 4:30, the garage calls, and the car's pretty much fixed, I guess, you know, whatever. Which apparently means "You can drive it, but you won't like to." So limp limp limp, both of us get back on the bus (since there's no way I'm driving anywhere with my right foot hurting like this), limp limp limp we go back into the garage, then limp limp limp back to the car, and then drive drive drive to the hospital.
We get me checked in, and then we start playing fucking wait forever and ever. Two hours and change later, it's a little after 7:00, I haven't eaten anything, and my foot hurts like fuck and I haven't taken anything for it, and we finally get to leave the waiting room and start waiting on a cot in the hallway. There is an E on the wall over my head. I'm on cot E. Whatever, some more waiting (made better by cot E being just outside the door of the room containing one of the funniest grumpy angry crotchety hospital patients to have ever lived), and finally I get to talk to a paperwork lady and then a nurse and then a doctor and then another lady takes me to get x-rayed, and then back to hallway-chunk E to wait for results.
I think like four nurses at different points come up to me and each ask me what happened, and then tell me the doctor's going to look at the x-rays and then we'll see what's up. Also one of these nurses gave me a couple percoset, so she's my favorite.
The doctor comes back! Guess what! I broke my fucking foot, just tripping and falling down like some kind of fucking asshole!
So now I got some fucking crutches and a stupid fucking boot cast thing (it just velcros on there, it's not like plaster or anything, but still. Oh, and a percoset scrip.
And we still never got any fucking Taco John's.
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I can't imagine how freaky that crash must have been
also breaking your foot sucks. that boot cast is the worst thing
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Eh. I had some for a weird pulled chest muscle or something not that long ago. It just makes me a little lightheaded, and keeps me from being able to concentrate on work.
I'm not generally big into intoxicants, so I'm not worried.
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jordyn and fram go to taco johns
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On a significantly lower-threshold, I jammed my right pinky finger today while playing basketball. The top knuckle is bruised now.
You never realize exactly which fingers you use to type until hurt one. Apparently I use that pinky to hold down shift and hit enter. And I have a fuck-ton of work to do. Ugh.
On the flip side, I'm trying Win7 again. Let's see how long it goes without crashing this time...
Also hospital waiting forever has got to be terrible. I broke my wrist and got a concussion a few weeks back, and since my dad is a nurse in the ER, I had my girlfriend drive me over to that hospital (bout an hour away) instead of the one in my city. Everything was seen to really quickly, which was awesome. It could have been a really slow days though, but having your dad there to make sure everything goes well was nice.
Your leg will heal up, and in the meantime Jordyn can bring you tacos.
To help the healing process, of course.
The only problems I had with windows 7 crashing was when I had fucked up the partitioning and some other stuff. It has worked really well for a while now. You just have to be sure you always install the updates.
I want to do this someday: http://maps.google.com/maps?daddr=1516+Travis+Blvd,+Fairfield,+CA+94533-3427+(Chick-Fil-A)&geocode=CT30qMyDmQCwFfvFRwIdBpa5-CH9eifskAPD_Q&dirflg=&saddr=sunnyvale,+ca&f=d&dq=chick-fil-a,+loc:+fairfield,+ca&sll=38.265828,-122.044589&sspn=0.018378,0.025374&cid=18285462833026530045&ie=UTF8&z=9
Of course, that's nearly 40 miles less than Fram and Jordyn's attempted adventure. But I miss it the same way they do Taco John's, apparently.
I got up at 9, got a shower then ate breakfast with my dad. Got back, watched Alien on TV, my mom came home from the mountains and I took a nap. Woke up for dinner and ate me some corn on the cob and internetted for awhile. Watched the Patriot on TV, more internetting and here we are.
Pretty average.
Yeah, I installed it after one of my HDs crashed so I had a fucked up NTFS partition on one of my disks. I kept getting BSOD's mentioning the NTFS driver so I figure that had something to do with it.
Then I had a hell of a time trying to install Win7 again. I reburned the DVD and it worked on the 2nd attempt this time.
Meanwhile, XP's been running like a champ. Sigh. I'd stick with it if it could address all 6 GB of my RAM.
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Edit: It literally just BSOD'ed after I typed this post. afd.sys or some such.
So all in all, a pretty decent day.
i was in texas
It's been three years and you're still married.
Perhaps every year of marriage will require a broken bone in payment
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'cause I just know those fuckers will go after my clavicle
I love my clavicle
Yeah, I can tell it to eject from the couch.
And now I have to go over there and change the thing that's in it.
your = belonging to you
their = belonging to them
there = not here
they're = they are
maybe it's just for when you're so mad at whatever bullshit you're playing or watching you just don't want it in your machine anymore
that's right
sit out there
in the wind
No, you have to be extra early now.
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This was a good post. I enjoyed this post.
that's weak.
weak.
Or something.