Bright Side of The Road

Classic coordination of universal memes. My buddy Cow Milk Blues whom I've mentioned in previous posts helped me with the transmission and I finally got that thing running again, a full overhaul of a C4 cruise-o-matic transmission in 5 days, and we go back to drink some beers and talk about ex-wives and I ask him if he's on the internet and he has no idea what I'm talking about, spent his whole life looking for exposure and he's not on the internet. And I casually say, why don't we make a video.
"Right now?"
"Sure."
"How?"
"Well, it's complicated, but if you sing your heart out then I'll do the rest."
And I'm doing this because I want to play music and Cow Milk Blues is a Renaissance Man like me and he deserves good things.
And I've never played the song he picks but it is perfect for the fact my van has had the transmission in my fingers and is now rolling through Uvalde like a wide-assed Mexican woman. This is the year Oggy surrendered in his war with the world and the other side of the street is fake and poisoned with processed food but it's bright like a diamond in the teeth of a lost lover.

Mcdonalds Nightmare

Really? If you eat at McDonalds you are forced to watch Fox News marathon of Murdoch-Think garbage while throwing junk in your mouth? Wow. We are so mentally crippled.  When I mysteriously vanish from this country I want you all to go to McDonalds and eat for one hour...your colon will spasm and your brain will convulse...then there will be no mystery. FUCKING DOOMED is the kind of civilization that allows this. There are limits to the disgusting poison that should be freely dispersed. I think the ACLU is going to be the cause of a total flood of conservative legislation that will be ten times worse than the minor censorship that would've taken place had they just stayed out of it. They protected Hustler and in return we got Fox News that is complete propaganda. I would rather be treated like a criminal because I bought a magazine with naked women and know that my country understands the danger of force-feeding total trash in the form of News. But now I have both and we aren't better for it. We aren't freedom loving. We aren't progressive. We're docile mental retards who are steadily losing our instinct for self preservation.

comfortably numb


I'm right on the edge of wishing I could pay someone to finish this project for me. The level of complexity and the location that I'm doing this makes building Apple computers in your garage seem like a dream situation. It's like playing the game "operation" for 10 consecutive hours and if you make a tiny mistake and drop any of the 100 springs and check balls then it's game over.

Transmission C4 Rebuild

The transmission has been progressively failing on the van. I estimate it's been getting worse for one year. I postponed this for as long as I could but I actually do want to learn how to do this and now is the time. I've fixed the Ciao and my old iPod this week so I think I'm ready. No job, no stress. It's my #1 priority.  Also, I was rebuilding the Jawa moped in order to earn the moral credit to use the lift at the shop and I managed to get that running though it had 7 years of dust on it. I'm almost a full time employee there but I didn't want to impose so I spent every day with my fingers in East European moped grease. I didn't 100% finish that moped but I got far enough that when it came time for me to say, "I need a lift, the tranny parts are here." I got a friendly nod and heard, "Anytime you're ready." and he said it as one mechanic to another offering me the use of all the tools and expertise in pursuit of fixed vehicles.

Homeless Gypsies won't have this problem

no more piano for Oggy

I'm typing this with one hand after a slight mishap at the oil refinery

It's highly dangerous and a bit unpredictable. I'm really pondering my decision because messing with mopeds and playing piano for the old folks across the street didn't pay very good but one moment of dreamy illusion I lapsed into and danced an imaginary slow waltz with an Aztec beauty and in that moment I stepped on a grounded strip of metal while holding a live wire...and that dream became a lightning bolt of electricity in my deep fried brain...