The bad-luck monkey bit me again! ...and this time, my poor Buck the Buick bit the bucket. The potholes shook loose rust that was holding together the car's frame, and it's just about done for. I can drive it for a little while, but... she's dead, Jim.

I'm so claiming money for this. The city's negligence with the pothole thing wrecked my car. And ( Read more... )

So the spate of bad luck continues. I had hoped it would be over when I spent 4 hours in emergency on the 31st because of a sneak walnut attack (damn you Tim Hortons!) but last night on the way to see Monsters vs. Aliens (meh - I expected more, but it had funny bits) I hit a pair of potholes in the dark that very nearly flipped my car. Or so it ( Read more... )

Well, the car's costing $700 to fix. Boo. And from the sounds of it, the CD player's speakers are dying... not that I'm surprised, since I'm pretty sure I bought that thing when I was in Junior High.

On the upside, I made cookies!! *sparklesparkle*

Early last night police followed a potential Criminal, or possibly an Insane Convict or Hungry Cannibal, for an entire half a block after a dirty white Buick passed them at an intersection (at which the police were faced with a yield sign, and the Buick had the right of way). Aggressively tailing the suspect, they hesitated, then turned down the ( Read more... )