School can't begin soon enough. Five o'clock can't come enough. There's a 50's revival thing in the park, starting with a cover band and ending with American Graffiti, but we'll probably just veg on the couch instead.
Saturday we're meeting my parents in Letchworth to camp overnight. We have this huge tent, and I've never slept in it. Lots of other folk have, mostly kids.
Sunday Mrs.Ha decided she needed new bras, and functional type ones at that. She felt Kohl's had a good selection at a good price, which made me happy, as the big local gaming store is right across the street from Kohl's. I dropped her off and browsed, and didn't see anything I wanted to buy for around $20, though Autumn Mist tempted me. Then I found out where they keep the gaming supplements, off with the D&D stuff. I found Iron Curtain, the Panzer Grenadier supplement with Pershings, M4/76s, AK-47 troops and other big iron that would have been used if the Cold War had turned Hot, right after WWII. Yay, I've been meaning to get this anyway, and with the discount it was less than APL, not including shipping. Plus, I like to help the local merchants, they're doing a service in keeping gamers off the street.
I also worked on my bike Sunday evening. I wanted to work on my bike alone, but seven year old came back to play with a skipping thing, twelve year old came back to weed her potato and get in seven year old's way, and the Mrs. Ha came back to look at tomatoes.
When I pulled the starter clutch off, out came about a cup of oil, that's where my leak is. I replaced the oil seal, reseating it with a vise this time, we'll see if it works. As it turns out, I didn't torque my starter clutch down enough, it just whirred uselessly. At least I was able to kickstart my bike one night, only to find it run at 6k, I need to figure out that before I get it back on the road, along with the usual retorque the starter clutch ( a half hour job). I'm curious to see if it's still leaking oil, or if the new seal fixed it. In summary, still idling too high, and the starter clutch is again screwed up.
This weekend's movie was part of the Askew Universe, Chasing Amy. I liked it, even if it wasn't as funny as Clerks, but then, what could be? Now I just need to find Mallrats.
No books this week, I'm in the middle of three news to me, and one reread, but I haven't finished any. Part of this is because we're watching the Olympics at night, I'm finding it pretty entertaining. Belgium almost beat the May-Walsh in beach volleyball last night.
I saw this the other day, Time Warp Wives, for when the SCA is too normal.
Weird, unsatisfying dreams
I tend to have weird dreams. The last one I recall was about a woman in college I knew that I was smitten with, we were moving in together as boyfriend and girlfriend in a dorm room. The unsatisfying part was about how much of a pain in the ass she was, you'd think if I was dreaming about girls in college I would at least get some nookie.
I wondered if I was having precognition, so I googled her, nothing new.
Then I googled a real old girlfriend, the big surprise was that she's donated to Barack's campaign. As she holds a .gov email addy, I hope some overeager Bush flunkie doesn't try to get her fired for participating in democracy for the wrong cause.
I'm having leftover mausamam chicken from the Asian restaurant around the corner from our house. Yummy.
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