Iggy Makarevich

Feel so strange. Have to boot myself along (or give myself, as dad would say, “A roost in the keester.”) to do even that which I told myself I need to do.

Even the advent of spring is only helping in modest amounts, although it’s only in the 40s it still is nice out.

Can’t think of stuff to write either. This Add New Post window’s been up for days.

March is coming up on halfway done and I noted on Facebook that if March can be weathered without too much damage then it would definitely bode well for the future.

Because March is about to get weird. I am sorry that I can not really get into the nature of the weirdness, but let’s just say it’s all human generated crap.

And as we know, regardless of the implications and visual drama of the wonderful elephant photo of a few posts back, no one can generate crap like a human bent on generating crap. Just an aside – I have longed to use that photo. Wish I knew where it was from so I could give credit… would love to hear it’s story…

Intermission.

Okay, got a couple of things sorted for the aunt, trip to the beyond bedding store for a new sheet set, mailed the shower chair back that she couldn’t use due to fear or lack of maneuverability or something… not sure really. Seemed a good idea.

Exchanging it for 44 towels and a cover for the burner switch so she can’t turn the heat and hot water off when she’s looking for the light switch to the basement, where she needs to go to meet up with her deceased brother so he can give her a ride home.

Found and retrieved the trash can from about halfway down the yard where the wind had deposited it… but I swear it wasn’t there before… I really do. Freaky deaky. Got lunch, made coffee, scrolled through the tweet list, some good stuff in there. Must try and read some of them, er, the links in them I mean. All those tutorials. I’ve fallen so far behind. So far.

Need to study. Read. In depth. As long as I have only the most minimal means of support (barely able to do bills, acquire nutrients and get once a month gas) it seems like my procrastination in that area has come to a head, effect-wise. Depression keeps it from happening, I am told. Well, maybe so. Whatever it is it has been installed for quite some time now.

Gas has just gone over $4 here for regular, by the way.

And speaking of gas, look at the gas sticker on your car, likely somewhere near the filler cap. Use whatever octane rating it says there. I.e., if it says 87, use 87. Using a gas with a higher number will NOT increase the performance. In fact, as said gas is more difficult to combust the higher the rating, it will actually REDUCE the performance and in worst case could very well damage your motor, let alone waste your hard earned dollars. Don’t do it. My creds on that are as ASE certified Master Technician wrenching Alfa Romeo and VW conveyances for a decade. Subarus too for a wee bit. That seems like another world now, it does big time. If you are restoring a vintage car, from Yurrop, say, just remember: “A pint’s a pound the world around.”

Banks… and bankers… suck.

I just unfollowed George Galloway on twitter. I was a major fan of his after he told Congress what the deal was and the way he stood up for people at his home and elsewhere. But… it hurt just now to see him parrot the OS of 9/11. That I could not bear. What in the hell happened there? That is sad. Really sad.

I wonder about the Middle East situation, which on the one hand is altogether awesome and wonderful… the quest to be free of oppression… and that will be spreading right around the world, eventually here in the USA as well. But – I also wonder if it isn’t all just an enormous and very carefully engineered psyop – devised by the elite – to gradually initiate a new world war, number three to be precise. My most respected sources seem to think so…

Oh dear.

Hold on to your hats.