To the Writers of Supernatural

Be aware that Outraged Fanboys + Social Media = Payback is a bitch.

Hoping to just make the whole thing just go away, you've succeeded in making your condemned love between Cas and Dean Winchester into the one thing the entire series will be remembered for and meme'd for the ages.







Notice Anything Wrong?

If you guessed that the stripes are backwards, you win!

As you may (or may not) remember, Rabbit got his "bonnet" stripes back in August of last year. At the time I was kind of torn as to whether or not I wanted to do the "boot" stripes as well, but ultimately decided to put it off because I wasn't sure of the aesthetics and the cost was 150% of the front stripes. (It's the labor of removing the badging.)

Since we have a little "extra" cash these days—thanks to our former landlord literally burning us out of house and home—I decided to revisit the rear stripes. I'd seen a few around town and online and the look really grew on me. So about a week and a half ago I took Rabbit in to get his butt done. (This is normally a one-day job.)

That afternoon I got a call from my service rep informing me that the vinyl shop had discovered that one of the stripes had a pretty bad kink in it and they'd need to get another one—and the soonest that could happen was the following Monday.

So I did some internal grumbling because I didn't exactly relish the thought of two additional days in the loaner, but as Ben often says, "It was what it was."

The car was ready late Monday afternoon, and I picked it up literally ten minutes before the shop closed. I walked outside and snapped the quick picture you see above.

Something seemed off, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

While I was stopped on the way home, I looked at the photo and then looked at the hood stripes. They'd applied the rear stripes backward! The narrow stripes were supposed to be inside the wide stripes as they'd done (correctly) months ago on the hood!

I called the next morning and was told to bring the car back in "for them to inspect."

Tuesday morning I arrived and the guy who does nothing more than check you in when you arrived walked around the back and I saw him shaking his head.

"Have you ever seen this?" I asked.

He replied that no, this was a new one.

By the time I was fully checked in, every one of the service advisors had taken a gander and they were—to use a perfect word the Brits have for situations like this—gobsmacked.

And oh yeah…when they'd sent the car out to be washed, it came back without the antenna. (They normally put it somewhere in the car, but it was nowhere to be found.)

So my advisor said they'd take care of it all and put me in another loaner.

The car was ready for pickup yesterday, so at lunch I drove down to retrieve ol' Rabbit.

The stripes were correct (braise the baby cheebus!), but the antenna—that the service advisor said had been replaced before sending it out to be washed—was missing!

Much better!

To their credit, they walked over to the parts department and returned with another brand new stubby antenna like had been on the car prior to this fiasco and screwed it in.

Apparently both the car wash and  the vinyl shops are not a direct part of this MINI dealership; they're entities under the umbrella of the parent corporation and this was not the first time antennas had gone missing…

So after more than a week for a task that should've taken a day, Rabbit has his rear strips. Was it worth it? Do they bring me joy? I may not go that far, but I am quite pleased with the final product.

Because I'm the Generous Sort

Stop laughing. I can be generous.

I rediscovered these items in notebooks that I almost did not retrieve after the fire. I'm glad I did. I foolishly let go of many things that I now wish—if I'd been in a better headspace—I'd kept.

I don't know if any of my dear readers have a want or need, but I created some high quality scans of them and they are available for your downloading pleasure.

Brochure
Operating Instructions
Service Manual

And Speaking of Disappointed

Remember a year ago when we first went into lockdown and I said I'd hoped this would be an opportunity for society at large to rethink how things were getting done?

I wrote this:

There's no going back to the way things were even a few weeks ago. The system was broken, and while this transition is going to be painful, ultimately we will all be better for it.

Oh the naïveté. To think that human beings would actually change their behavior for the better because of one little pandemic. What the last year has shown me is that human stubbornness, greed and stupidity are alive and well and going nowhere.

Why this rant? Seven days from now will mark the one year anniversary of working from home and last week we were notified by the powers that be that we are starting a "phased" reopening on March 29th. Because reasons.

Foolishly I thought I'd be able to negotiate only one or two days a week in the office during this transition, but my boss (who has been extraordinarily accommodating through this crisis) sent me a snarky email this morning pointing out that we have to start transitioning back into the office sooner rather than later so my one colleague (who has already been going in a couple days a week) does not bear the burden of all the hands-on stuff that needs to be done.

I'm already scheduled to go in tomorrow to do some equipment imaging, but I replied that I would just rip the band-aid off and return to full time in the office starting Monday. Fuck it. I've had my initial vaccine with the second scheduled for the 27th, so at this point I just don't care any more. And frankly at this point I'm back to wishing on an asteroid impact that just puts the human species out of its misery.

So Disappointed

Assuming he doesn't shave, how is Jensen Ackles not a furball? The man exudes hairy beast vibes, so I was sorely disappointed the first time I saw him take his shirt off.