Archive for May, 2006

Read a blurb in the paper this morning:

Ben Affleck was rushed to the emergency room at Mount Auburn Hospital in Cambridge yesterday afternoon after suffering a painful migraine attack. Affleck was driven to the hospital by his concerned wife, Jennifer Garner, at around 2:30 p.m. He was released about two hours later. A spokesman for the actor-turned director said Affleck was “recuperating at home.” [...]

So I’m wondering, two hours? Is that a standard treatment time for a migraine or did he get special treatment (no pun intended). The few times I’ve been to the emergency room, it takes more than two hours just to SEE a doctor much less get treated and released. Except when I’m having an asthma attack, then I get right in, because it’s life-threatening.

Not trying to denigrate the effects of a migraine, I was just wondering.

It’s late and I’ve been either busy or waiting my turn.
I’ve seen X-Men III twice this weekend.
Driven over 150 miles around town taking kids here or there.

There was a tell-me-what-you-know-about-me meme going around that I didn’t answer for anyone. Nothing personal. I didn’t respond to ANYONE’S. I don’t really KNOW most of you people, regardless of how much you think you put out online. You could have written your entire life story last week and I wouldn’t have retained most of it. I mean, I read everyone’s posts, I just don’t retain information that well. NOTHING PERSONAL.

Dude, it’s not that I don’t like you, it’s my own failing. I like you tons. Don’t read more into our lack of response than the questions were more for people who actually KNOW you. Seriously, I just found out like last month that shadynights smokes! Or that el_mcgruffle has incredibly lousy taste in lamps! And I’ve known them online forever! If you lived next door I’d pop over and smack you around a bit, then give you a hug. That shit don’t translate so well online. {{{{hugs}}}} seems to trite to me.

Ahem.

Oh, I watched Star Wars last night. The first one made, which is actually what, number 4? Guido did shoot first.

There’s this thing I can’t do.
I’ve tried many, many times over the years.
I’ve researched methods over the internet, asked for help from others, and experimented . . . to no avail.

Usually I ignore this particular failure of mine. We do without, or buy the end result and go from there. But I’d love to be able to do this particular thing and reap the rewards.

What I can’t do

Buck works at Tire Pros. This is the second time he’s worked for this particular corporation. LAST week (and all last year) he worked for a franchiser guy, “Big Jim,” who actually lived in Ohio and let his 20-something grandson pretty much run (into the ground, apparently) the shop. I once met the old dude over dinner and wasn’t impressed. Buck doesn’t DO tires BTW, he does the high performance stuff like lifts and engine rebuilds and crud.

Anyway, over the last few months the paychecks have been getting wanky, either late or personal checks, twice cash and then checks drawn on some weirdo bank nobody’s ever heard of. Last Friday (the 19th) Buck took the day off work to get his truck detailed – as per his purchase agreement – and we wandered around the mall and went to the movies. By the time we got home there were like 10 messages and calls on the caller ID from both work and one employee name Mitch.

(((Mitch is a hottie – I luuuuuurrrrrve Mitch – not important to the story though.)))

“They” were emptying the shop. All the lifts, tires, rims, office stuff, oil drums, even the friggin’ soda machine onto trucks that night. Sneakin’ off with the goods, unbeknown to Tire Pros corporate – who Buck is friends with. So Buck went down to the shop, and not having any way to load his Box and all his other tools or keys to the building to get them later, had the guys take it with them to the new location. Which ended up being downtown Phoenix, one (dirty, nasty, crime-infested) block away from Chase Field.

SO on Monday, after much phone tagging, he rented a trailer and we went downtown to get his stuff. Mitch was there and I told him to save his ass and get out. He could do so much better. Buck told him to start wearing his gun in plain site, as the neighborhood likes pretty boys like him. Hopefully he’ll listen.

And Buck’s back in the original shop, now being run by corporate Tire Pros instead of some moron and he should actually be physically at work by Thursday or Friday, setting the new shop up the way he wants it.