While I like my Tercel, sometimes I wish it had just a little more frills, say, a tripmeter so I can easily measure my mileage. Lately, a voltmeter would be real handy too. It's still cold here, so when commuting I've been using my 12v heated seat cover. But I worry that they didn't overbuild the alternator, and with the seat cover plugged in i'm running at a net voltage loss, so I plug it in until it gets hot, then unplug, repeat. Some nice day I should idle the car with it plugged in and measure the voltage across the terminals, but if it's nice enough out to do that, I won't need the heated seat cover!

Maybe I'll just order an aftermarket voltmeter/tachometer/oil pressure gauge from Whitney, and mount it sticking up from my hood, like the cool kids do.

Mil visit has been postponed until next week, which should work better. For more inlaws craziness, Aunt Flo will probably be visiting that weekend, too.

I'm in serious danger of being oversocialized. Last night my work team went out for drinks to celebrate one of us leaving to become a manager, and it was a nice time as I spent most of the evening talking bikes. TOnight we're seeing old friends, one of whom I used to work with. That's almost too much socializing for an introvert like me.

I'm in withdrawal, and it sucks. I'm in pain and really need a fix. I left a message with my doc for more free Mobic, because the ibu just doesn't cut it. Ouch.

Most people in USia who live away from the northern frontier probably think it's cool to live near Canuckistan, any time we want we can shoot over the border for Tims, maple syrup, polar bear steaks, OTC tylenol with codeine, strippers and poutine. Just a short drive to the land where everyone is polite (save the dour French-Canadian lumberjacks and hockey players) and all the police wear red and ride horses. Sometimes those Canuckistanis come South, confusing us yanks by saying "It's A Boat time" with no boats around. While it's nice to have another culture so close, there are drawbacks. It's common to end up with Canadian change in your pocket, since those sly Canadians have aped out coinage almost exactly, they look very similar to real money (save for those loonies). But, vending machines can tell, and it's disheartening to have your mind set on a bag of chips, only to realize 1/3rd of your 75 cents is not accceptable tender for the machine, since it's furrin with some sort of Queen on it.

Today is Saint Patrick's Day, where we all remember how he came to Ireland to save the heathens, and reached out to them by drinking lots of beer, eating corned beef and cabbage, handing out beads to Irish wimmin who showed him their boobs, and them vomiting copiously. In gratitude for this, please vote for your favorite Irish joke punchline.