For the past couple months, the passenger’s side window has been making a strange clanking noise when you open it. As it did nothing but rain for most of that time, we didn’t worry about it. But last week when temperatures skyrocketed along with gas prices, it suddenly became a concern. Since Morgantown gets more rain than Seattle, having a window that won’t go up or some other problem is right out.

So last week Michael and I both said that we needed to get the window fixed, which is usually the start of a couple weeks of discussion before something actually happens.

Well, something happened Friday.

That was a letter from Toyota saying that there was a recall (or whatever the heck it is) for the listed model years of Corollas, because bolts in the front windows could work loose and cause problems. I believe the letter said something about how the window could “shatter, distracting the driver.”

You think?

So the car is at the dealer right now, getting the window(s) fixed. And then we’ll be able to unroll both front windows without fear of “distracting the driver”.

Assuming it ever stops raining.

I was trying to figure out how to do a couple things today in Photoshop (I had a class this morning and got some new questions) so I made a UCF logo while playing.

I still find text/type frustrating, but at least I understand it a bit more now.

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Last week temperatures were in the 90s. The week before it was rain. Now we’re back to rain:

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As I mentioned yesterday, we have a collection of postcards on our refrigerator. Postcards from various places all over the world (although we’re lacking China and Japan and South and Central America), postcards from all over the US, and postcards simply because I like them or am amused by them.

So here is proof for Anne that I received her postcard. Also? S? In case you were feeling left out, your postcard is up there as well.
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What is the coolest starship?

OK, so, I’ve actually had this discussion with myself. Let us say no more about that.

My biggest problem is that they are missing all kinds of ships. No Moya from Farscape. No Star Furies from Babylon 5. And most importantly, no Defiant from DS9. How are we supposed to determine the coolest starship when they have all these gaping holes in their poll?

Jeesh!

Oh, my ranking for coolest ships?

Defiant
Moya
Serenity
Millennium Falcon
Nebuchadnezzar

For Janiece:

That was the incoming mail sound on my computer for many months.

Before I found Dax saying “Incoming Message”

I think I fixed it, but if the link above still doesn’t work, try this: Patrick Stewart.

…that I ought not to take Dayquil any more.

Please remind me of this in the future, if the case arises.

Things that amuse me even when I’m not on cold medicine.

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Me: Michael! Can you come down here? PLEASE?!
Michael: (coming down the stairs) What is it?
Me: (pointing towards very small brown spider on bathroom wall) Can you please take care of it? I think it’s a brown recluse and it will bite me and I’ll die.
Me: I don’t want to die.
Michael: I don’t want you to die.
Michael: I thought brown recluses were big.
Me: I though they were small. Very small. If it bites me my flesh will turn all necrotic and rot off. (hands Michael a Dixie cup)
Michael: (catches spider in cup against wall)
(both stare at cup held up against wall)
Michael: I don’t have a piece of paper or anything to trap it in the cup.
Michelle: (runs and fetches a piece of cardboard)
Michelle: Thank you.

Why did he have to catch the spider? Why that would be my fault! I can’t stand for things to be killed, so the few insects and arachnids that escape the attention of the cats must be caught and released outside.

While I’m sitting at the front desk, here’s a little something from Tanya.

Beware the beavers in Anchorage lake

First, there really needs to be an exclaimation point at the end of that headline.

Second, for those in the surrounding areas in Beaver, WV and Beaver Falls, PA: Beware! As if having to live somewhere with the name Beaver isn’t bad enough, now you can be attacked by your namesakes.

Either that or the beavers are tired of having their name stand for female naughty bits and are standing up for beaver pride.

Some guy just walked past my house wearing extremely white tennis shoes, what looked to be a pair of white boxers, and nothing else.

Neverminding the fact it’s only 62 F out here, that is really strange, even for Morgantown.

Grandmom: (getting up to go to bed) Well, I’d better move along.
Michael: Move along home!
Michelle: SHAP THREE!
Michael: You rock!

Yes, we really truly are made for each other.

Allamaraine!

This is for Shawn