kiffie: VW Bug on the back of a tow truck. (Towed)

Speedometers, anyhow.

The Bug's speedo started making the dreaded death chatter, which means it's time to start looking for a replacement.

Unfortunately, rebuilt speedos are upwards of $200. I don't have that kind of money. Used are cheaper, but you really have no clue what you're getting when you go that route. And even the best used speedo is still a 50 year old bit of machinery.

Our old mechie, down in LA, has a used Ghia speedo listed for ~$70. That's not bad, but see above for why that might not be the best idea. Plus, Ghia speedos are slightly smaller than Bug speedos, so I'd have to make a bracket to get it to fit properly in my dash.

Ghia speedos also don't have an integrated fuel gauge. But I've had the Bug's sending unit disconnected pretty much since I bought it, so that's not really an issue.

I could also just buy a completely aftermarket VDO gauge and be done with it.

But I've never had a good experience with aftermarket anything. So I'm a little leery there.


kiffie: VW Bug on the back of a tow truck. (Towed)

A VW Beetle in a MINI Clubman car cover; the wind has filled the cover like a balloon.

So, a Clubman cover fits a VW Bug.

If it's windy, it also provides the perfect disguise to hide amongst MINIs.

kiffie: VW Bug on the back of a tow truck. (Towed)

I will potentially be wandering down south this weekend so that I can ride back up with the Bug when it's towed.

I'm not 100% sure, because arranging tows with AAA is complicated and confusing and requires more luck than skill.

Further, since our original plan (which was for my folks to come up this weekend) changed, the upset has had an unintended domino effect on everything else, and it's making this entite month feel like an uncertain, wobbly table.

On the upside, the sooner the Bug is back up here, the sooner I can look for work, again. My current job is okay, but you really need more than just a part-time job to live here comfortably. And I'd like to not have to survive off ramen and macaronis at the end of every pay period.
kiffie: Animated gif of Sir Percy Blakeney, smiling. (Percy) cleaning my room up a bit, I now have a new loft bed!

IKEA recently put their Tuffing loft bed on sale. I am nowhere near an IKEA, but my folks are. They were able to bring it up this past weekend, and my mom and I put it together (with occasional assists from my dad, because my mom and I are both small).

It's a considerable upgrade from the camping cot I'd been sleeping on for the past 2+ years, and which had begun to stretch past the point of usefulness. And comfort.

They also brought up my little rocking chair. I am so happy. It's one of the only chairs I've found that doesn't aggravate my hip/tailbone.

*curls happily into a bed that is actually a bed*

kiffie: VW Bug on the back of a tow truck. (Towed)

A dark blue Volkswagen Beetle in a supermarket parking lot space.

This is the Bug.

She's a 1968, with a dual port (later) engine, and the most ornery transmission I have ever met. She's gotten me stranded multiple times, cost me more than I care to ever mention, and seems to think that puking gasoline on people is hilarious.

I am in love.

She's currently down in LA with my folks, having just had a trans adjust by our Old Mechie. I'll be getting her back up to SLO within the next month.

I can't wait.

kiffie: Star Trek's Enterprise-D. (Owlship)
Voodoo went into the shop around three, and I went off to go rent a car for the day while the mechies did their thing. While I was at the rental place, a very sad looking lady walked up to me, and asked if I was headed to Big Sur.

"No," said a kiffs, "I'm headed South." And the lady looked even sadder. She was trying to get to Treebones, a resort in the forest, to stay the weekend. I told her that if she made her way to Highway 1, she'd have better luck in finding someone to take her North. Or, better, she could head to the train station and see if any buses were headed out that way.

She thanked me and got a ride with one of the other folks to the train station.

As I drove home, I felt bad for her. She'd gotten so close-- SLO is about 60 miles from Big Sur --but couldn't manage the rest of the trip. So I ran inside, double-checked the directions, and hopped back into the rental.

I found her at the train station. I offered her a ride. She shook her head, sadly. She'd just cancelled her reservation, and was heading back on the last outbound train. It just wasn't meant to be.

She said she'd try again another time. I hope she makes it. She seemed so excited about getting to Treebones, and I felt terrible that her weekend had been ruined.
kiffie: Karmann Ghia decklid script. (Ghia)
Good news:

Kiffies has a job as a pizza jerk/delivery kiffs!

Bad news:

Voodoo decided that her starter was no longer a necessary part, and made me (and a Friendly Stranger) push her out of the Alberston's parking lot.

I hope she gets her shit together by tomorrow, because I have work at 9am. B|
kiffie: Star Trek's Enterprise-D. (Harry)
Warning for... disturbing shit.

A few months ago, my mom received a call from a local construction company that ran similar to, "I'm from so-and-so Construction, and we'd like to know when we can come out to look at your house!"

My mom politely told the guy that she isn't the owner of the house, that our family rents, and that she wasn't interested in the unsolicited call. He hung up.

Since it just seemed to be a case of mistaken identity, she didn't bother to commit the company name to memory.

A few days later, she received another call from the same guy, who, after asking for her, proceeded to call her a bitch and several other colorful names before hanging up again.

She hadn't heard anything from him again until today, when he called again, asked for her by name, then said, "A woman's place is dead in the desert."

Since he's calling from a number that her phone can't recognize, she can't report him or even figure out what the hell is going on. When she gets her phone bill, she's going to see if she can trace the number and find out. But that might be weeks.

( ._.)


Mom says she's going to think about filing a police report over the weekend, so we'll see what comes of that. Thanks, everyone, for the concern. I'll update my journal as I find out things.


Oct. 11th, 2012 09:28 am
kiffie: Star Trek's Enterprise-D. (Dan)
It's raining!

After an entire summer without much rain, at all, it's finally pouring!

Last night had some glorious, house-shaking thunder, as well. :D


Aug. 27th, 2012 05:46 pm
kiffie: Karmann Ghia decklid script. (Ghia)

When I get a job, I'm saving up all my money. If I can't buy back this place, I'm pretty sure I can rebuild it somewhere else.


Aug. 16th, 2012 08:26 pm
kiffie: Star Trek's Enterprise-D. (Linocut Owl)
Just returned from another trip down to LA. This is hopefully the last one, and now I can focus on other things, like the arts I owe. :D

Tomorrow is art day! Someday, I will figure out how to stream, and I can share the arting with folks. Well, probably only the one or two of you who are bored enough to watch me doodling, anyhow.

Also, while I was home, I got some new photos of Mousie and Bob:

Beyond this cut, a kitty and a giant death spider -- you have been warned. )
kiffie: Star Trek's Enterprise-D. (Wibbly Wobbly)

I run both of my phones off the same jack and then call myself.

Probably only hilarious to me.
kiffie: An A. seemani tarantula. (Bobling)
Or, why kiffies have been more MIA than usual.

Last week, I found a gas leak in my house.

I called a stove repair company, as I traced it to somewhere near the stove. Stove guy said no, it was under the house. Landlord called the propane folks. Propane folks said that gas leaks weren't a priority, and made me wait four days. During that time, the smell got worse.

I scrambled to get Hermes out of the house, just in case, and made a great effort to stay mostly gone, myself.

Finally, on Monday, the gas guy came, turned one little bolt, and said, "Yep."

(_ )_
kiffie: Star Trek's Enterprise-D. (Dan)
A few days ago, when [ profile] random_redshirt, Mr. Kitty, and I were all downtown together, I stepped into Turn to Nature, a gift shop that sells nature-themed toys, oddities, and tourist crap. By that point, random and Mr. Kitty had wandered off elsewhere, so I figured I'd look around and keep myself busy until they came back.

After browsing for a time, I found the store's collection of puppets. I picked up a goat, cuddled it, and then made it talk to me. After a minute or so, I lost interest in talking to a puppet. I hitched it up over my arm and let it watch the other customers, while I bent down to look through the rest of the puppets.

It wasn't long before I got the familiar "you're being watched" feeling. I turned around. A woman was standing behind me. She was staring at the goat. The goat was staring at her. I'd completely forgotten that the goat was people-watching. I'd just been letting it follow the sounds of people's footsteps. I think it took her a moment to register that I was the one holding, and thus controlling, the goat, because she laughed nervously, "I love puppets."

I nodded, "So do I."

"Baaaa," said the goat.

The lady left, and I placed the goat back on his stand.

I hope he's still there when I get back downtown. I kinda like the little guy.
kiffie: A male bettafish. (Frankie)
In no particular order.

1. Continue to look for work.

2. Work on tai's painting

3. Skyrim self into a stupor

Also, guess who has internets at her house? :D ? :D ?
kiffie: A male bettafish. (Frankie)
Eight pages, people.



Now, I never wish to see a plant sample or a mounting board or acetate paper ever again.

You know...

Jun. 7th, 2012 09:18 pm
kiffie: Star Trek's Enterprise-D. (Owlship)
Once you accept that you're not getting any sleep, you don't actually get tired.


Of course, that may also be the giant bottle of fruit juice and horrific adrenaline talking.

God, I'm going to fail so bad at this final paper.
kiffie: Star Trek's Enterprise-D. (Tiny Crime)
It should not take me half an hour to load a ribbon.

It's been half a day, and I still look like I lost a fight with an ink bottle.

No love,

kiffie: An A. seemani tarantula. (Bobling)
Last night, I was showering.

I look up. There's a daddy longlegs chilling on his web, just above my head. I figure, eh, I won't move him. He's high enough up that he shouldn't get wet, and I wasn't planning on taking a long enough shower for the steam to hurt him. I soap up my brush, then look back up... just in time to see a freaking tarantula sling skitter across the ceiling after the daddy longlegs.

I was out of that shower so quick, you have no idea.

The tarantula is, maybe, the size of a quarter. It looks like it wants some delicious daddy longlegs for dinner. Except daddy longlegs webs aren't nearly sturdy enough to hold a T, even a baby. So it flails all over, trying to get a grip and pull the other arachnid in. By now, I'm getting cold, and annoyed. The little jackass ruined my shower. I hop back in, but stay as far away from him as I can, and keep watch.

The tarantula evidently accepted defeat, because it climbed down off the ceiling, and tried to come into the stall with me... only to realize, too late, that the shower walls are not climbable. I feel there should have been a very tiny "Oh shi--!" as it tumbled into the small crack between the shower and bathroom wall.

I didn't see it again, so I can only assume it found its way back outside where it belongs.

And never tries to get in my house again.


...And, for the record, the idiot daddy longlegs needed to be rescued five minutes later. Because they are dumb, and it tried to rappell into my hair.


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