vanillafluffy: (Metallicar)
Oh, plot bunny, why must you torment me so?!

I think it's fairly common knowledge that I'm really not in SPN fandom any more. Haven't been in quite a while, "Heroes Rest" not withstanding. Which makes the current mash-up in my brain all the more exasperating.

At the moment, my TV is hooked up to a digital converter box. I get exactly two channels: CBS and RTV (Retro). Retro shows Route 66 reruns---for anyone who's not familiar with it, R66 is a series that debuted in 1960, and features two guys roaming the US in their muscle car. In this case, the car is a Corvette and the guys aren't brothers, but there is a fair amount of helping and/or saving people that goes on. In a lot of ways, it's SPN without the monsters.

Last night, I looked R66 up on Wikipedia, and discovered that in the final episode (NO, I'm NOT going to do a spoiler-cut for a 50-year old episode. Get over it.) Stiles gets married. To Barbara Eden. In Tampa.

The inner SPN fangirl, who still pops up once in a while, reminded me that Sam once alluded to some events Dean became embroiled in in Tampa (pre-series), and ba-boom, a plot bunny was hatched.

Like, what if Todd is still in the Tampa area? I'm thinking haunted fairgrounds, and the boys go undercover at a car show that's being held there. (I've actually been to the Tampa Fairgrounds, altho since I'm not actually planning to write the darn thing---!) But it makes perfect sense---Dean and the Impala wind up next to Todd, who still has the 'Vette. And they bond*, since they each inherited their cars from their dads (although John was still alive at that point in canon...still, it was his car first). And if Todd's wife pops by to bring him lunch or something, I can just imagine Dean commenting, maybe later to Sam, that she reminds him of the chick from "I Dream of Jeannie".

I don't remember the exact quote about Tampa, just that it seemed like Dean probably shouldn't go back there. So clearly, chaos ensues at some point during the hunt. Of course, if I really wanted to mash things up, I'd throw in a possessed Plymouth Fury...wait, I am NOT writing this!

Although maybe I should. God, it scares me to think of how old Martin Milner is getting to be....

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*Another thing, Dean has the whole clean-cut crew cut thing going on, and I see Todd appreciating that, as compared to the "hairy hippie" look.

And y'know, considering how often Dean must have to get his hair trimmed to maintain that look, it's a wonder the FBI never posted his "Wanted" poster in any barber shops.

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vanillafluffy: (My Tribal)
I contacted The Boss Lady this morning bright and early...only to find that she's headed out to a seminar for the next few days and will arrange the team conference call "later". Argh, this is why I don't post about job hunting, because this kind of thing always seems to happen. (Sorry guys. Keep the champagne on ice.)

However, RG'sMom is so sure of my prospects that she's loaned me money to get a landline and DSL connection. I just got in from paying my deposit for that. (Plus a $2 fee the payment outlet clipped me for. Don't even get me started about how pissed I am at having what little cash money I have chiseled away by fees I can't seem to avoid.) Mind you, they can't actually come out and hook me up until a week from tomorrow. Gah!

Came outside and was at once put into a better mood by the sight of a great old truck parked out front, a lowered Chevy, circa 1955, in "red" primer. Mmm!

Also? There's now a tattoo shop two doors down from the payment station. If you're squeamish about tattoos, or worse, want to lecture me about why having tattoos is 'bad'---don't click this. Just don't. I don't want to squick the squeamish, and I *have* told opinionated busybodies to fuck off. Consider yourself warned. )

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vanillafluffy: (Tailfin stamp)
Had a very blonde incident today...Mb invited me to a car show in Kissimmee this evening, and I texted J to let her know that I wouldn't be over for cards...at least, I intended to. Somehow, I sent it to GK (They're the only people I text regularly), which I didn't realize until much later. Ooops. I let J know what happened, and she forgave me. No word back from GK, who's probably still wondering what I was babbling about.

The leg itch is still itching, despite me dosing it with the anti-itch cream which I *did* find. And I'm loath to apply Nair, although my shanks are getting shaggy. Which is a shame; while I was wandering around trying to decide what to wear to Old Town, I found a dress I misplaced a while ago...and it's finally cooled down enough that I can wear it. We'll see....

On the way out, I grabbed my mail. Electric bill: ARRGH! DO. NOT. WANT. Due 10/3, so at least I have time to figure something out. (Anybody need a kidney?) In much happier news, my renewed driver's license arrived, complete with the horrible pic they have from 75 pounds ago that makes me look like I should be slaughtering hogs in Iowa. I'm willing to forgive that, though, because the sucker doesn't expire until 2020---woohoo!!!

The next time Mb and I do the car show thing---and we will, because it's a weekly event at a smallish theme park called "Old Town"---we'll find a sitter for Jazz the Wonder Akita, who had trouble with all the noise, and we'll get there earlier. It was fun, though! I fell in love with quite a few vehicles, sigh!

And now off to bed; church tomorrow, and I don't want to miss the speaker.

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vanillafluffy: (Tailfin stamp)
Had a very blonde incident today...Mb invited me to a car show in Kissimmee this evening, and I texted J to let her know that I wouldn't be over for cards...at least, I intended to. Somehow, I sent it to GK (They're the only people I text regularly), which I didn't realize until much later. Ooops. I let J know what happened, and she forgave me. No word back from GK, who's probably still wondering what I was babbling about.

The leg itch is still itching, despite me dosing it with the anti-itch cream which I *did* find. And I'm loath to apply Nair, although my shanks are getting shaggy. Which is a shame; while I was wandering around trying to decide what to wear to Old Town, I found a dress I misplaced a while ago...and it's finally cooled down enough that I can wear it. We'll see....

On the way out, I grabbed my mail. Electric bill: ARRGH! DO. NOT. WANT. Due 10/3, so at least I have time to figure something out. (Anybody need a kidney?) In much happier news, my renewed driver's license arrived, complete with the horrible pic they have from 75 pounds ago that makes me look like I should be slaughtering hogs in Iowa. I'm willing to forgive that, though, because the sucker doesn't expire until 2020---woohoo!!!

The next time Mb and I do the car show thing---and we will, because it's a weekly event at a smallish theme park called "Old Town"---we'll find a sitter for Jazz the Wonder Akita, who had trouble with all the noise, and we'll get there earlier. It was fun, though! I fell in love with quite a few vehicles, sigh!

And now off to bed; church tomorrow, and I don't want to miss the speaker.

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vanillafluffy: (Porsche cabriolet)
At 10:30, the siren call of pizza proved too seductive for me to endure. I ran down the road to Little Cesar, where I procured a no-frills pepperoni.

"You're not supposed to sell those to her!" said a familiar voice behind me as I was tucking away my change. It was Mb's on-and-off SO.

"You don't tell on me, I won't tell on you," I shot back.

I zipped on home and settled in to watch Cary Grant and Constance Bennett in "Topper". It's so gloriously Art Deco, though The Car (a fabulous Auburn Cord) would be worth it in and of itself.



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vanillafluffy: (Porsche cabriolet)
At 10:30, the siren call of pizza proved too seductive for me to endure. I ran down the road to Little Cesar, where I procured a no-frills pepperoni.

"You're not supposed to sell those to her!" said a familiar voice behind me as I was tucking away my change. It was Mb's on-and-off SO.

"You don't tell on me, I won't tell on you," I shot back.

I zipped on home and settled in to watch Cary Grant and Constance Bennett in "Topper". It's so gloriously Art Deco, though The Car (a fabulous Auburn Cord) would be worth it in and of itself.



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vanillafluffy: (2012)
I'm waiting for laundry to dry...J and I have a dog at noon tomorrow, and I needed a clean black shirt.

I emailed the company I'd ordered my fabulous glasses from and cancelled the order today. I didn't want to, but they emailed me saying they couldn't fill my prescription as ordered unless I altered one of the lens indexes AND went with a more expensive lens material. To which I responded that I wasn't comfortable with substiting something other than my shiny new prescription, so thanks but no thanks.

Back to the drawing board. This afternoon, Mb and I went to Eyeglass World, where I had the exam done, BJ's Wholesale Club and Sears optical. BJ's outright said they couldn't do it, Sears was helpful, but both they and EW are pricing two pairs at +$200. Yikes. I know I'm nearsighted and astigmatic, but holy cannoli, I didn't realize it was this bad!

Current plan, before heading back to Sears, is for us to run up to visit a church member who has an optical practice. (She's at the other end of the county, which is one reason I haven't seen her already.) I'm getting increasingly annoyed by the time this is taking; I'm tired of squinting like a mole!

Saw an excellent 1948 Ford wagon this morning while picking up Mb at the garage. Magnificent cherry red, with a baroque pinstripe motif on the trunk.*sigh*

It's supposed to approach freezing tonight, and Mb wanted to get some cheap bedding for her outdoor cats. (Feral colony in her backyard.) We went to the new Goodwill location on Merritt Island, where I found a nice knit top that'll go well with my low-low price skirt from Lane Bryant AND a swimsuit. It's a one-piece of watercolor blues---I won't have to worry about the bottoms going south on me. I know, I know---but I'll wash it with bleach, it'll be fine.

And now, I really hope the clothes are dry, because I only had about four hours sleep last night and I'm over it....

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vanillafluffy: (2012)
I'm waiting for laundry to dry...J and I have a dog at noon tomorrow, and I needed a clean black shirt.

I emailed the company I'd ordered my fabulous glasses from and cancelled the order today. I didn't want to, but they emailed me saying they couldn't fill my prescription as ordered unless I altered one of the lens indexes AND went with a more expensive lens material. To which I responded that I wasn't comfortable with substiting something other than my shiny new prescription, so thanks but no thanks.

Back to the drawing board. This afternoon, Mb and I went to Eyeglass World, where I had the exam done, BJ's Wholesale Club and Sears optical. BJ's outright said they couldn't do it, Sears was helpful, but both they and EW are pricing two pairs at +$200. Yikes. I know I'm nearsighted and astigmatic, but holy cannoli, I didn't realize it was this bad!

Current plan, before heading back to Sears, is for us to run up to visit a church member who has an optical practice. (She's at the other end of the county, which is one reason I haven't seen her already.) I'm getting increasingly annoyed by the time this is taking; I'm tired of squinting like a mole!

Saw an excellent 1948 Ford wagon this morning while picking up Mb at the garage. Magnificent cherry red, with a baroque pinstripe motif on the trunk.*sigh*

It's supposed to approach freezing tonight, and Mb wanted to get some cheap bedding for her outdoor cats. (Feral colony in her backyard.) We went to the new Goodwill location on Merritt Island, where I found a nice knit top that'll go well with my low-low price skirt from Lane Bryant AND a swimsuit. It's a one-piece of watercolor blues---I won't have to worry about the bottoms going south on me. I know, I know---but I'll wash it with bleach, it'll be fine.

And now, I really hope the clothes are dry, because I only had about four hours sleep last night and I'm over it....

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vanillafluffy: (Sheep woman)
I've been wanting to get a binder for couponing, and I had a little windfall that gave me a couple dollars of discretionary income. I had a tip from Bunny that Target had their school supplies on half-off clearance, so I went up there this afternoon.

Most of the ones they had were cheap, didn't have handles or carry-straps, not very sturdy---I was underwhelmed. I saw one I liked in a deep teal blue with all the bells and whistles---BUT. It was marked at $19.99, no signs to indicate it was on sale.

That was double what I was prepared to pay, but being a cock-eyed optimist at times (the same urge that makes me check coin-return slots on pay phones), I figured it wouldn't hurt to scan the price, just in case.

I'm so glad I did! It was marked down to $5.99!

Woohoo! I grabbed it, then went spelunking for card sleeves to put coupons in. Those were $9.99 for a package of 65---but the gal who gave the coupon class I took a few weeks ago said those are the heavy-duty ones and worth the extra cost---apparently the ones from WalMart are flimsier and fall apart after a few months. I said what the hell, since the binder was less than I had budgeted, it all evened out.

On the way back, I saw a red car. Shiny new lipstick red, probably with an extra layer of clear-coat, it was that shiny. It was a Pacer. I'm sure most of you are old enough to remember THEM. If not, do a Google Image search for AMC Pacer. My cousin Eddie used to call them pregnant car; this was a few years before the CB craze that dubbed VW Bugs "pregnant roller skates". I haven't seen one in ages, and I don't think I've EVER seen one that color, even new.

Tomorrow being Sunday, I figure I'll snag the paper for coupons on my way to church. I have a few sections set aside already, which will give me something to do this evening.

Caught the pilot of "Ringer" last night and was intrigued. Since it's on a channel I'll get with the converter box when I get home, I'll probably follow it. I wasn't a huge Buffy fan---I watched it, but not obsessively---but SMG is okay, and they've set up some interesting drama. And again, once I get home, I'm going to be sans cable and internet, so any diversions are welcome.


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vanillafluffy: (Sheep woman)
I've been wanting to get a binder for couponing, and I had a little windfall that gave me a couple dollars of discretionary income. I had a tip from Bunny that Target had their school supplies on half-off clearance, so I went up there this afternoon.

Most of the ones they had were cheap, didn't have handles or carry-straps, not very sturdy---I was underwhelmed. I saw one I liked in a deep teal blue with all the bells and whistles---BUT. It was marked at $19.99, no signs to indicate it was on sale.

That was double what I was prepared to pay, but being a cock-eyed optimist at times (the same urge that makes me check coin-return slots on pay phones), I figured it wouldn't hurt to scan the price, just in case.

I'm so glad I did! It was marked down to $5.99!

Woohoo! I grabbed it, then went spelunking for card sleeves to put coupons in. Those were $9.99 for a package of 65---but the gal who gave the coupon class I took a few weeks ago said those are the heavy-duty ones and worth the extra cost---apparently the ones from WalMart are flimsier and fall apart after a few months. I said what the hell, since the binder was less than I had budgeted, it all evened out.

On the way back, I saw a red car. Shiny new lipstick red, probably with an extra layer of clear-coat, it was that shiny. It was a Pacer. I'm sure most of you are old enough to remember THEM. If not, do a Google Image search for AMC Pacer. My cousin Eddie used to call them pregnant car; this was a few years before the CB craze that dubbed VW Bugs "pregnant roller skates". I haven't seen one in ages, and I don't think I've EVER seen one that color, even new.

Tomorrow being Sunday, I figure I'll snag the paper for coupons on my way to church. I have a few sections set aside already, which will give me something to do this evening.

Caught the pilot of "Ringer" last night and was intrigued. Since it's on a channel I'll get with the converter box when I get home, I'll probably follow it. I wasn't a huge Buffy fan---I watched it, but not obsessively---but SMG is okay, and they've set up some interesting drama. And again, once I get home, I'm going to be sans cable and internet, so any diversions are welcome.


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vanillafluffy: (Tailfin stamp)
If you could turn into a automobile of any kind, what would you choose, and why?

Oooh, baby. What a great question. First of all, it would be a classic. None of your over-engineered contemporary cars. I'm into uncomplicated; a decent mechanic ought to be able to lift my hood and recognize all the parts---no goddamn black boxes, where you need a computer and an "automotive technician" to fix a problem.

My first thought was "Muscle car". Oh, there are so many sweet powerhouses from the 60s. I've been a Mustang fan for as long as there have been Mustangs, and I knew what a Shelby GT 350 was LONG before the remake of "Gone in 60 Seconds". (Yes, the Nic Cage version was a remake; the original was from 1974 and starred nobody you've ever heard of.) Plus, I've got a crush on Carroll Shelby. I don't know that that fits my personality, though.

I think we need to go back a few years. Tailfins, baby! Something a little ostentatious, offbeat, ecclectic, rare. Something like a 1960 Studebaker Hawk:



Complete with the wide sidewall tires, because a girl's got to have the right shoes. The turquoise color is just perfect, though I'd prefer a red interior. I love the combination of red and turquoise, although white and silver would do in a pinch.

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vanillafluffy: (Tailfin stamp)
If you could turn into a automobile of any kind, what would you choose, and why?

Oooh, baby. What a great question. First of all, it would be a classic. None of your over-engineered contemporary cars. I'm into uncomplicated; a decent mechanic ought to be able to lift my hood and recognize all the parts---no goddamn black boxes, where you need a computer and an "automotive technician" to fix a problem.

My first thought was "Muscle car". Oh, there are so many sweet powerhouses from the 60s. I've been a Mustang fan for as long as there have been Mustangs, and I knew what a Shelby GT 350 was LONG before the remake of "Gone in 60 Seconds". (Yes, the Nic Cage version was a remake; the original was from 1974 and starred nobody you've ever heard of.) Plus, I've got a crush on Carroll Shelby. I don't know that that fits my personality, though.

I think we need to go back a few years. Tailfins, baby! Something a little ostentatious, offbeat, ecclectic, rare. Something like a 1960 Studebaker Hawk:



Complete with the wide sidewall tires, because a girl's got to have the right shoes. The turquoise color is just perfect, though I'd prefer a red interior. I love the combination of red and turquoise, although white and silver would do in a pinch.

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vanillafluffy: (Jeff Big Bird)
This morning, I accompanied Mb to a doctor's appointment. According to her, he yells less when she has someone in the room with her. He didn't yell at all, he seemed very calm and on top of things. FWIW, I liked him; he reminded me of Cesar Millan.

Afterward, when we got out of there, it was about 10:30. Cracker Barrel was on the way home, so we dropped in for brunch.

Usually, I adore Cracker Barrel. Today, however, they were not up to par. It was close enough to 11 that we could've ordered lunch, but I was in the mood for eggs I didn't have to cook. To begin with, it took so long for our order to get there, I started to wonder if the hens weren't laying well. The toast that came with it, when it did arrive, was charred on one side. I asked for fresh toast, not burned, and some jelly, preferably blackberry.

Oh, and my bacon? Was jerky. I have nothing against crispy bacon, but I draw the line at dessicated. We got two containers of jelly, one each: Grape and strawberry. Um, wrong berry.

Waited. Waited some more. In the interim, I got two beverage refills from another server who passed by and noticed I was out. By the time the second round of "toast" appeared, my eggs were rubber. (Quotes because it was barely-warm bread that didn't even have a tan.)

I wasn't happy, and Mb was, if anything, even more pissed on my behalf. (That's how you know you've got a true friend!) The only reason I left any sort of tip was because she *did* bring some lemons wedges for my drink, which was the first thing I asked for---that was done promptly. So she got a flat 10%. Usually, I'm a 20% tipper, if only to disprove the study that said "middle-aged" women are the worst tippers. Her loss.

We sought out a manager before approaching the cashier, and he gave good grovel. Said that our server was usually very good, and he didn't know why she wasn't on her A-game, but he'd talk to her. AND he comped our meals, which I was hoping for, because I could've stayed home and cooked better than that!

The gift shop beckoned; we wandered around for a little while, since we were unexpectedly a bit wealthier than we'd thought we'd be. I found a reusable tote bag for J---her birthday is next week---it has a picture of a dachshund on it, and says: "You had me at 'Woof!". Everytime the subject of dachshunds come up, she says how stubborn they are. *grin*

If I weren't so short on sleep, I'd make some clever quip about a dog's breakfast, but not today....

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Car du jour: Saw a very nice yellow Year One GTO on the way down to the doctor's, and on the way back, a Vecchio-era Buick Riviera, champagne beige.
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vanillafluffy: (Jeff Big Bird)
This morning, I accompanied Mb to a doctor's appointment. According to her, he yells less when she has someone in the room with her. He didn't yell at all, he seemed very calm and on top of things. FWIW, I liked him; he reminded me of Cesar Millan.

Afterward, when we got out of there, it was about 10:30. Cracker Barrel was on the way home, so we dropped in for brunch.

Usually, I adore Cracker Barrel. Today, however, they were not up to par. It was close enough to 11 that we could've ordered lunch, but I was in the mood for eggs I didn't have to cook. To begin with, it took so long for our order to get there, I started to wonder if the hens weren't laying well. The toast that came with it, when it did arrive, was charred on one side. I asked for fresh toast, not burned, and some jelly, preferably blackberry.

Oh, and my bacon? Was jerky. I have nothing against crispy bacon, but I draw the line at dessicated. We got two containers of jelly, one each: Grape and strawberry. Um, wrong berry.

Waited. Waited some more. In the interim, I got two beverage refills from another server who passed by and noticed I was out. By the time the second round of "toast" appeared, my eggs were rubber. (Quotes because it was barely-warm bread that didn't even have a tan.)

I wasn't happy, and Mb was, if anything, even more pissed on my behalf. (That's how you know you've got a true friend!) The only reason I left any sort of tip was because she *did* bring some lemons wedges for my drink, which was the first thing I asked for---that was done promptly. So she got a flat 10%. Usually, I'm a 20% tipper, if only to disprove the study that said "middle-aged" women are the worst tippers. Her loss.

We sought out a manager before approaching the cashier, and he gave good grovel. Said that our server was usually very good, and he didn't know why she wasn't on her A-game, but he'd talk to her. AND he comped our meals, which I was hoping for, because I could've stayed home and cooked better than that!

The gift shop beckoned; we wandered around for a little while, since we were unexpectedly a bit wealthier than we'd thought we'd be. I found a reusable tote bag for J---her birthday is next week---it has a picture of a dachshund on it, and says: "You had me at 'Woof!". Everytime the subject of dachshunds come up, she says how stubborn they are. *grin*

If I weren't so short on sleep, I'd make some clever quip about a dog's breakfast, but not today....

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Car du jour: Saw a very nice yellow Year One GTO on the way down to the doctor's, and on the way back, a Vecchio-era Buick Riviera, champagne beige.
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vanillafluffy: (Porsche cabriolet)
Dude, it's houndstooth*. How cool is that?!



Tiny as hell---I'd probably need a shoehorn and vaseline to get into it---but so damn cute! Being so darn small, it might actually curb my tendency to accumulate stuff and drag it around with me. OTOH, I can't imagine trying to haul 40+ lbs of cans to the recyclers in it.

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* It would also rock in leopard print, paisley, or Burberry plaid.

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vanillafluffy: (Porsche cabriolet)
Dude, it's houndstooth*. How cool is that?!



Tiny as hell---I'd probably need a shoehorn and vaseline to get into it---but so damn cute! Being so darn small, it might actually curb my tendency to accumulate stuff and drag it around with me. OTOH, I can't imagine trying to haul 40+ lbs of cans to the recyclers in it.

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* It would also rock in leopard print, paisley, or Burberry plaid.

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vanillafluffy: (Porsche cabriolet)
Once again, Bring A Trailer has gotten my attention. (BAT being the vintage auto e-newletter I get every morning.) This isn't the first time I've gone from somnombulent to alert at the click of a mouse, but today it was accompanied by sound effects.

In response to the lisiting for this pristine '72 Ford Maverick, I posted:

When I got my driver’s license, my dad got himself a ‘73 Comet* as our second car. I thought it was desperately uncool and wished he’d gotten a Maverick instead. I eventually inherited the Comet, and got very familiar with its workings. Not cool, but a real workhorse. I still wished it was a Maverick, though.

Fast forward to this morning, when I saw this listing and whimpered with longing. Deep down, I STILL WANT A MAVERICK. This one’s a beauty, and I even like the color (which I always refered to as ‘root beer’). Too bad I haven’t got two nickels to rub together or this baby would be retiring to Florida!




ETA: It went for $6901 on eBay. Not too shabby!

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* The Comet was the Mercury version of the Maverick. It was a sedan, not a two-door, and had the sex appeal of Geritol.
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vanillafluffy: (Porsche cabriolet)
Once again, Bring A Trailer has gotten my attention. (BAT being the vintage auto e-newletter I get every morning.) This isn't the first time I've gone from somnombulent to alert at the click of a mouse, but today it was accompanied by sound effects.

In response to the lisiting for this pristine '72 Ford Maverick, I posted:

When I got my driver’s license, my dad got himself a ‘73 Comet* as our second car. I thought it was desperately uncool and wished he’d gotten a Maverick instead. I eventually inherited the Comet, and got very familiar with its workings. Not cool, but a real workhorse. I still wished it was a Maverick, though.

Fast forward to this morning, when I saw this listing and whimpered with longing. Deep down, I STILL WANT A MAVERICK. This one’s a beauty, and I even like the color (which I always refered to as ‘root beer’). Too bad I haven’t got two nickels to rub together or this baby would be retiring to Florida!




ETA: It went for $6901 on eBay. Not too shabby!

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* The Comet was the Mercury version of the Maverick. It was a sedan, not a two-door, and had the sex appeal of Geritol.
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vanillafluffy: (Porsche cabriolet)
This was featured in today's Bring a Trailer:



I saw it and whimpered slightly. Although I'm not overfond of Fords (since every one I've encountered made in the last 30 years has been a PoS), this one is a) the same age I am, and b) a diesel. (Of course, it's already up to $10K+ on eBay, and the reserve hasn't been met. As if.)

For the longest time, I've harbored a fantasy of getting an old diesel vehicle and converting it to biodiesel. Mind you, I was thinking of something more along the lines of a vintage Mercedes-Benz, but this would be great for hauling stuff to Goodwill or home from the hardware store. *le sigh*

You can't say I don't have an active imagination. (Albeit somewhat impractical.)

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* It's a Bloom County reference.
vanillafluffy: (Porsche cabriolet)
This was featured in today's Bring a Trailer:



I saw it and whimpered slightly. Although I'm not overfond of Fords (since every one I've encountered made in the last 30 years has been a PoS), this one is a) the same age I am, and b) a diesel. (Of course, it's already up to $10K+ on eBay, and the reserve hasn't been met. As if.)

For the longest time, I've harbored a fantasy of getting an old diesel vehicle and converting it to biodiesel. Mind you, I was thinking of something more along the lines of a vintage Mercedes-Benz, but this would be great for hauling stuff to Goodwill or home from the hardware store. *le sigh*

You can't say I don't have an active imagination. (Albeit somewhat impractical.)

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* It's a Bloom County reference.
vanillafluffy: (Metallicar)
Just before I woke up this morning, I had a dream. A guy gave me a pickup truck...I don't know who he was, I'm not sure what the circumstances, whether it was for something I'd done for him, or was going to do or what The truck itself was black, full-size, good shape---not *quite* Truckzilla, but close enough. It had a bunch of bumper stickers and back window decals on it, including a banner for some kind of business (carpets? tapestries?) in lieu of a tailgate.

The next day, I went to some kind of flea market or street festival. I got there early and stayed all day, and by the end of the day, heading back to the truck, I still felt energetic and happy. I met a cute guy and we were walking along, flirting.

I got to the truck and saw that the driver's door was open. Looked inside the cab, and it was stripped. Even the steering wheel was gone! I stepped back, and realized that the whole engine compartment, everything in front of the firewall was gone! Basically, it was the bed and the cab sitting there.

I was in shock. It occured to me that the original owner and I hadn't completed the paperwork, so even if the insurance paid out, I probably wouldn't get anything, and there was no telling if he'd pass it along so I could get the truck restored. I'd barely had it for 24 hours, and here it was, fucked beyond easy fixing.

Meanwhile, the guy I'd been flirting with said he had to go. I asked if I could call him, and he said he'd call me. And he got out of there, fast, as I tried to point out that we hadn't exchanged phone numbers.

I stood there, bummed out, and wondered where there was a phone so I could report the theft to the cops.

At this point, I woke up, feeling depressed. What does it say about my murky subconscious that even in my sleep, life craps on me? I get ripped off and blown off simultaneously. No luck with vehicles, no luck with my love life.

Why can't I have the GOOD kind of dream, where I'm having Discovery Channel sex with JDM or other hotties? Nope, no such luck.


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vanillafluffy: (Metallicar)
Just before I woke up this morning, I had a dream. A guy gave me a pickup truck...I don't know who he was, I'm not sure what the circumstances, whether it was for something I'd done for him, or was going to do or what The truck itself was black, full-size, good shape---not *quite* Truckzilla, but close enough. It had a bunch of bumper stickers and back window decals on it, including a banner for somekind of business (carpets? tapestries?) in lieu of a tailgate.

The next day, I went to some kind of flea market or street festival. I got there early and stayed all day, and by the end of the day, heading back to the truck, I still felt energetic and happy. I met a cute guy and we were alking along, flirting.

I got to the truck and saw that the driver's door was open. Looked inside the cab, and it was stripped. Even the steering wheel was gone! I stepped back, and realized that the whole engine compartment, everything in front of the firewall was gone! Basically, it was the bed and the cab sitting there.

I was in shock. It occured to me that the original owner and I hadn't completed the paperwork, so even if the insurance paid out, I probably wouldn't get anything, and there was no telling if he'd pass it along so I could get the truck restored. I'd barely had it for 24 hours, and here it was, fucked beyond easy fixing.

Meanwhile, the guy I'd been flirting with said he had to go. I asked if I could call him, and he said he'd call me. And he got out of there, fast, as I tried to point out that we hadn't exchanged phone numbers.

I stood there, bummed out, and wondered where there was a phone so I could report the theft to the cops.

At this point, I woke up, feeling depressed. What does it say about my murky subconscious that even in my sleep, life craps on me? I get ripped off and blown off simultaneously. No luck with vehicles, no luck with my love life.

Why can't I have the GOOD kind of dream, where I'm having Discovery Channel sex with JDM or other hotties? Nope, no such luck.


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Monday

Jun. 28th, 2010 11:40 pm
vanillafluffy: (Film fest)
Ran into BC at the food bank this morning. His #1 son was also there, and I got myself invited to see The A-Team with them this evening. I liked it; not as much as the original (or The Losers), but it had its moments. Plus, it was two hours in free A/C and BC drove.

BC made jokes about my smuggling, but honestly, why carry a bag the size of a schnauzer if not to transport chilled 2-liter bottles? It's not like I have money to pay theater prices! #1 Son, who works there, shrugged and said as long as I wasn't obvious enough to get him into trouble, he didn't care.

On the way home from the food bank this morning, I saw a car with "My other car is a pirate ship" spelled out across the trunk. I think someone is confusing reality and porn again....

Recorded and watched the new ABC Family show, Huge---teens at weight loss camp. I got sent to one of those during my 12th summer...I think that's going to turn into its own post, but not right now. There will be angst.

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Monday

Jun. 28th, 2010 11:40 pm
vanillafluffy: (Film fest)
Ran into BC at the food bank this morning. His #1 son was also there, and I got myself invited to see The A-Team with them this evening. I liked it; not as much as the original (or The Losers), but it had its moments. Plus, it was two hours in free A/C and BC drove.

BC made jokes about my smuggling, but honestly, why carry a bag the size of a schnauzer if not to transport chilled 2-liter bottles? It's not like I have money to pay theater prices! #1 Son, who works there, shrugged and said as long as I wasn't obvious enough to get him into trouble, he didn't care.

On the way home from the food bank this morning, I saw a car with "My other car is a pirate ship" spelled out across the trunk. I think someone is confusing reality and porn again....

Recorded and watched the new ABC Family show, Huge---teens at weight loss camp. I got sent to one of those during my 12th summer...I think that's going to turn into its own post, but not right now. There will be angst.

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vanillafluffy: (Vivid heart)
Comment if you'd like a color, and then list ten things you love which are that color.

[livejournal.com profile] candesgirl colored me purple....

1. My icon.
2. African violets...It used to be that back in the 70's, places like World Bazaar sold essential oils like sandalwood, patchouli and my personal favorite, African violet.
3. Hyacinths. Their scent instantly conjures up the Easters of my childhood.
4. Amethysts. They're the birthstone for February, which coincidentally was the birthstone of my Sainted Aunt Mary.
5. Tanzanite. My BFF GK gave me a tanzanite ring, set in silver.
6. My BFoLS (Best Friend of Longest Standing, we go back to 1976) is passionate about purple and wears it often.
7. An afghan of granny squares crochetted in shades of purple that my mom won in a drawing and gave me when I was in 6th grade.
8. A dress I used to have, one of those gauze dresses with the triangular panels in a complimentary pattern...this was black background printed with voilets, and every time I wore it, I imagined that I was an internationally renowned concert cellist. (IDEK. I don't play the cello---or any other instrument, much less to acclaim.)
9. Stephanie PLUM...okay, it's a stretch, but she's one of my favorite heroines of all time.
10. My sekrit identity (Shh, DON'T TELL!): I am the Violet Vixen. I fight purple prose (which is the one purple thing I can think of that I don't like!).

Oh. And this morning, I saw a LILAC sedan (in pursuit of a Pepto-pink SUV) rolling down the road. It wasn't neon or metallic or any of the really loud, pimped-out shades, it was just freakin' lilac. It was like a delayed Easter parade.
vanillafluffy: (Vivid heart)
Comment if you'd like a color, and then list ten things you love which are that color.

[livejournal.com profile] candesgirl colored me purple....

1. My icon.
2. African violets...It used to be that back in the 70's, places like World Bazaar sold essential oils like sandalwood, patchouli and my personal favorite, African violet.
3. Hyacinths. Their scent instantly conjures up the Easters of my childhood.
4. Amethysts. They're the birthstone for February, which coincidentally was the birthstone of my Sainted Aunt Mary.
5. Tanzanite. My BFF GK gave me a tanzanite ring, set in silver.
6. My BFoLS (Best Friend of Longest Standing, we go back to 1976) is passionate about purple and wears it often.
7. An afghan of granny squares crochetted in shades of purple that my mom won in a drawing and gave me when I was in 6th grade.
8. A dress I used to have, one of those gauze dresses with the triangular panels in a complimentary pattern...this was black background printed with voilets, and every time I wore it, I imagined that I was an internationally renowned concert cellist. (IDEK. I don't play the cello---or any other instrument, much less to acclaim.)
9. Stephanie PLUM...okay, it's a stretch, but she's one of my favorite heroines of all time.
10. My sekrit identity (Shh, DON'T TELL!): I am the Violet Vixen. I fight purple prose (which is the one purple thing I can think of that I don't like!).

Oh. And this morning, I saw a LILAC sedan (in pursuit of a Pepto-pink SUV) rolling down the road. It wasn't neon or metallic or any of the really loud, pimped-out shades, it was just freakin' lilac. It was like a delayed Easter parade.

SUV du jour

Mar. 6th, 2010 04:10 pm
vanillafluffy: (Porsche cabriolet)
Just got in from today's doggie event in Melbourne...gave out some business cards, schmoozed.

The most noteworthy bit IMO occured during the drive down, when we encountered a bright blue Ferrari SUV. Not only did I not know that Ferrari made SUVs, I've never seen an SUV with a spoiler before.

One more day---tomorrow evening I can go home!
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SUV du jour

Mar. 6th, 2010 04:10 pm
vanillafluffy: (Porsche cabriolet)
Just got in from today's doggie event in Melbourne...gave out some business cards, schmoozed.

The most noteworthy bit IMO occured during the drive down, when we encountered a bright blue Ferrari SUV. Not only did I not know that Ferrari made SUVs, I've never seen an SUV with a spoiler before.

One more day---tomorrow evening I can go home!
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vanillafluffy: (Tailfin stamp)
Lest I forget---on our way from the cemetary to the church luncheon, J and I saw two fabulous vehicles.

The first was a turquoise blue T-bird, circa 1961. Gorgeous, just gorgeous.

The second was the Hudson pickup truck I encountered and raved about last spring.

I know, compared to everything else that's been going on, it's trivia, but it sure is CLASSY trivia!
vanillafluffy: (Tailfin stamp)
Lest I forget---on our way from the cemetary to the church luncheon, J and I saw two fabulous vehicles.

The first was a turquoise blue T-bird, circa 1961. Gorgeous, just gorgeous.

The second was the Hudson pickup truck I encountered and raved about last spring.

I know, compared to everything else that's been going on, it's trivia, but it sure is CLASSY trivia!

Puppy!

Feb. 4th, 2010 11:55 pm
vanillafluffy: (Puppy)
Today's poodle looked much like my icon. Cute little booger. And the really hysterical part---her owner and owner's friend were telling us about how naughty he is about this, that and the other---but he was an angel while we were there. Like, "He follows people to the door and gets underfoot and barks when they come in."...except that when I went out to the car for J's wallet, he sat next to his mama and didn't make a sound when I came back in. I was also the one who got the leash on him---I seem to have a knack---and it was really amusing to see the ladies jaws dropping. (Believe me, after Poncho, Puppy---yes, that's his name---was easy.)

We've also got a possible Boston terrier on the agenda---the couple who owns her is talking it over. He told me they were thinking of getting a second Boston to keep her company, and I tried to discourage them with the truth---if one dog has behavior problems, two are liable to set each other off; it's really better to work on the original dog's problems and when they're balanced, then get another dog if they want to get her companionship. I told J this and she applauded my learning curve. That was the right answer.

I'm not boasting so much as trying to bolster my self-esteem. I'm eating everything in sight, I'm not writing, I'm massively distracted and not getting anything much done around the house either. Part of it is the Kat situation, part of it is me feeling crappy, and YES, I KNOW I need to find a doctor or clinic or something, but it's true, when you have time, you have no money, when you have money you have no time.

Car du jour: I saw one of those new Chargers headed north on US1, and it was a total pimpmobile. Candy apple lilac, for crying out loud. With matching spinner wheels. Yikes.
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