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House of BluesSelf Appointed God of Halloween 9月19日 The lesser publicized methods for saving gas money Here
I will attempt to lay out a few lesser thought of, but equally
effective methods for saving money in these times of fuel price gouging.
1.
Don't use your brakes when coasting downhill. Gain as much speed
as possible, not only will you save fuel by having to begin
acceleration later, you'll save money on replacing brake
pads.
2.
Tailgate as often, and close, as possible. You'll gain an
aerodynamic advantage as you draft behind the person in front of
you. Make THEM pay for the extra fuel costs of pushing air!
3. Avoid performing a complete stop, as the acceleration getting back up to speed is wasteful in terms of gas mileage. 4. Which brings me to, avoid stopping at all. It's late at night, you're approaching an intersection that you can see has no vehicles approaching . . . run the light! You'll save fuel, and the environment, and your brake pads. 5. Fail to pay for fuel after pumping it. After all, there's no better way to save money, than to avoid spending it. 8月9日 Just Call me Starsky
I finished walking my new pup around 12:30 am last night. I went back out to the Galaxie to grab a book out of it that I wanted to read before I went to sleep. It was at that time that I noticed a white, four-door sedan pull up to the row of mailboxes across the street from my house. I've never seen this vehicle before, and they were acting odd. As I watched, I saw them open each mailbox in succession, which made it plainly obvious what was going on. So, in bare feet, I walked toward the car (with no real plan in mind). They pulled away, in no hurry, and I was able to grab the first three digits of their license plate. Since I wanted more of their plate, I decided to run back to the house, get the keys to the Galaxie, and follow them. It didn't take long before I was made. They sped up conisderably, and I matched their speed. The pursuit lasted about four minutes, after which I decided that continuing would be a bad idea, as their driving was becoming progressively hazardous (running stop signs, bottoming out on speed bumps, etc). I was already on the phone with 911 and was giving them the general direction of travel for the suspect. I headed back to a corner where I had lost a hubcab (the first actual turn made in the pursuit) and noticed a black duffel bag on the side of the road, zipped closed. I instructed the 911 operator to have a cruiser meet me at a Chevron station. The officer arrived and I handed over the bag. He opened it up and found a good deal of mail from all over the area . . . Netflix DVDs, checks, etc . . . We stood there and talked for a bit before he requested to follow me to the mailboxes they were pilfering. I pulled out, heading southbound, and stopped at a yellow light to give the cop time to follow me. While we sat there at the light I noticed a white, four-door sedan pull into the 7/11 behind us (North of the Chevron station). I signalled to the cop that I was going to turn around, and then proceeded to do so. I pulled into the 7/11 parking lot in time to see two individuals get out of the car. I pulled the Galaxie up behind their car (essentially blocking it in), and noted the license number 006 - ***. The two individuals were arrested, and the last update I have seems to be that they may have folded. So yes, the two suspects know the car (which isn't parked in a garage), and the neighborhood the car came from. Not great . . . but all in all, I'm happy they've been apprehended. 8月2日 Busted I've been driving my 67 Galaxie to work ever since I got it running reliably. Problem is, it hasn't been plated, insured, or registered yet. :)
Well, I was finally pulled over. I have to say, I wasn't looking forward to the HUGE pile of fines I was about to receive.
I pulled over into a gas station. Put the car in park, turned it off, pulled the keys out and put them on the dash, and placed both my hands on the steering wheel.
The cop walks up and asks for all the usual . . . license, registration, & proof of insurance. Fortunately, I have my title in the car. Heh. So, I tell him this tale involving finally getting the car running etc . . . He takes my license back to his car with him.
Upon his return he asks me where I'm from originally. Weird question. I tell him Omaha, Nebraska. He then informs me that "no one shows their hands anymore around here". Well, I say . . . I consider it insurance against being shot accidentally. :P He laughs, tells me to get my car insured, and bids me a good night.
Moral of the story? Don't run with scissors. 7月20日 Lost in Translation I hereby set forth a request for a translation. My German is novice, at best, and I have something I need translated. The online translators, both Google's, and Alta Vista's are insufficient. I can ALMOST make out the essence of the story, but I'm afraid that does not suffice.
Here is the story:
Als noch in dem Heidentum die tapfere slavonische Nation wider ihre Feinde auszog, hat es sich angetragen, daß sie an ein groß unbekannt Wasser kommen. Und weil man wegen Unerfahrenheit, wie tief das Wasser sey, nicht darüber setzen können; so ist im Lager ausgerufen worden: Wer es wagen, und die Furth durch das Wasser suchen und finden würde, der sollte herrlich und reichlich belohnt werden. Darauf haben sich drey leibliche Brüder, ihre Tapferkeit zu erweisen, an drey unterschiedenen Orten, in das Wasser gewagt, und den Furth glücklich gefunden, so daß die ganze Armee durch das Wasser hindurch setzten, und das Vorhaben wider ihre Feinde ausführen können. Für diese Tapferkeit und Heldenthat, sind diese drey Brüder, sehr herrlich und vortreflich beschenkt, und unter den Ritterorden mit dem Zeichen und Wappen eines Karpfen aufgenommen worden. Indem aber alle drey leibliche Brüder, und einerley Tapferkeit erwiesen hatten, so haben sie beliebet, jeder sein Wappenzeichen, nehmlich einen Karpfen, zusammen in ein Schild, und also drei Karpfen über einander zu setzen. Sie unterscheiden sich bloß durch die Helmzierrathen, indem einige auf ihren Helmen einen Hörner-oder Elephantenrüßel, mit zwey Copien, andere aber fünf Federbüsche, und die dritten eine Mütze mit Federn führen. Diese drey Brüder sind die Anherren eines großen Geschlechtes, welches sich in den folgenden Zeiten in Böhmen, Schlesien und Thüringen, in Polen und Polnischpreußen, unter beständigem Ruhme sehr ansehnlich ausgebreitet. Dieses bezeuget auch Akolsky, ein polnischer Geschichtsschreiber, in seiner Schrift Orbis poloniae genennt, in ersten Buch pag. 466. Wenn er auf diese Familie von Seydlitz kommt, welche sich damals zum Unterschiede so vieler Häuser den Nahmen Korzbok, oder deutsch Kurzbach v. Seydlitz beygeleget, wie in dem Joanne Sinapio zu finden; so schreibt er daselbst: "Es sind in dem Geschlechte derer von Korzboko-Seydlitz viele nach Pohlen kommen; weil sie nun mit denen in Schlesien einerley Wappen führen, so müßen sie zu einem Geschlechte gehören." Auch alle öffentliche Acta und Instrumenta in denen Gerichtshöfen in Pohlen bestättigen dieses, daß die Herrn von Seydlitz in Pohlen sich bis auf den heutigen Tag stets Korzbok von Seydlitz schreiben. 7月19日 Day 16 . . . and counting At this point, I've gone over two weeks without a cigarette. Not even a little puff here or there. To be honest, the patch I'm on is doing a pretty decent job of preventing my descent into demonic hysteria.
I've noticed a significant improvement in my sense of smell. Of course, that's a mixed bag. For instance, before, I was unaware of that omnipresent aroma that most smokers carry around with them. Not terribly pleasant. However, the smell of a burning cigarette is DIVINE. :)
I still experience the lingering craving during any of my normal "trigger" activities. However, a flavored tooth pick usually suffices in those situations.
So, it appears I may succeed . . . despite my lack of desire. |
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