Tag: vw

Beetlemania

Posted on by nolageek

Gina has infected the office with pink eye. I seem to recall her mentioning to me on the phone yeterday that she was sitting at my computer. With pink eye.

Gina, if I catch p.e., I’m going to kiiiill you. (twirls evil mustache)

Now, back to the topic at hand. I posted an ad on TheSamba.com about trading my Honda CRX for a VW Type 1 (AKA “the bug”)

Someone responded after like, 3 hours, talked to me via AIM all night about his bug he’d like to trade, then… nothing. That was Saturday night. He was supposed to send me pictures of the bug in question, but now he doesn’t even reply to my AIM messages or the e-mail I sent him sunday night asking if he got the pictures.

Maybe I should add “No games” to the ad, like it was some sort of gay personals. “Vrstl GWM ISO VW Type 1. Will trade 4 ’91 Honda CRX. Prblms w/Pass side Win, GlvBx & BrtLt. No games, str8s, femmes, or druggies.”

New Plan

Posted on by nolageek

I’m a Macaluso, that means I can change plans midway, thus ruining the possibility of any individual plan being completed. See how that goes?

So anway, I’m back to my original plan of selling my CRX and getting a bug. Damnit. First step, clean the mo fo.

Oh my god. This was no simple, run of the mill messy car. This… could have been a road rules challenge. It took me almost an hour and it’s still dirty, just no longer messy. I know what you’re thinking:

Vincent, in your twisted mind, what’s the difference between ‘dirty’ and ‘messy’?

I’m glad you asked.

Dirty means I just have to vacumm the two years of dirt out of all the little crevices and edges and floors and dash and and and and.

Messy means there’s scraps of wood, rollerblades, books, boxes and ants in the car that are physically intruding on your personal space. Sometimes biting you.

During lunch I filled a giant industrial sized garbage bag full of broken down boxes (from when we moved in a year and a half ago), scrap wood (from when I added on to my CD shelf last year), books, books and more books that I was going to take to the Salvation Army last Christmas, and let’s not mention CDs that were in the wrong cases, and one of my rollerblades that I thought I had lost.

Uhg. There’s still a few ants.

But I tell you, it’s going to look nice when I’m done.

If I’m ever done.

If I don’t change my mind again.

I owe, I owe, so off to work I go

Posted on by nolageek

Plato went into the vet today for his second worming treatment and his “adult” shots. What’s concerning me is that as of right now we don’t have the money to pay the vet. I feel like we’ve sent him to kitty jail or something. Dan and I have both applied for low-dough loans from our respective banks to try to cover it, but I already owe $160 from the last time I did this. I hope they’ll let me add to it.

And now for something completely different
I’m trying to come up with ways to save money. I’m considering selling my car and bussing it places for a while. Not only would I not have to worry about getting pulled over anymore but I could pay off the tickets I owe and have a few less monkeys on my back. Less stress over making insurance payments and the cardiovascular excersize from walking to and from bus stops would just be gravy. I’m scared to death when I drive this car anyway. I don’t have a brake tag, I have a short in my passenger-side high beams, my horn just broke a few weeks ago and my CV joints are clicking like crazy. I’m so going to jail if I get pulled over again. I will not pass go. I will not collect $200. I’ve seen prison movies. Heck, I own the first season of Oz. I will not last 24 hours in jail. :)

So anyway, my plan is to buy an RTA pass with my next check and go 1 month without my car, just to see where the major snags are. I imagine doing laundry and going to the grocery will both be big ol’ bitches. I could always bum rides from people or something. I’ll also miss the idea of being free to go whereever I want, whenever I want. It will suck, but hopefully not for too long. Maybe I’ll get a beetle when I come out the other side.