Hmm, I just noticed that I've been misspelling Giada's last name all this time. It is De Laurentiis.
Not sure how I never noticed that second "i" before.
I'm not going to go back and correct all of my errors, but I will spell it correctly going forward.
Oh, and she has an official Web site which you can visit here.
Sadly, the FAQ page does not list her height (or bra size), but here's a page with pictures of her.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Crazy Hot Italian Mystery
Commenter Nhannie responded to my often asked question about why people think Giada De Laurentiis is a dwarf on one of my older posts:
i ended up here on a "giada dwarf" google search....and i'll tell you why so many people think she is one! she has an enormous head, and really short arms, for the size of her torso.
Okay, I'll grant you the big head thing - though I personally think it's more a matter of having an extremely skinny neck - but I've never noticed the thing about her arms. Though honestly, I don't see how anyone can readily notice anything beyond the schnozz, the crazy eyes and too-wide smile, and, of course, the boobs.
Still, all one really needs to do is just watch the show and have it confirmed that she's not a dwarf.
She frequently interacts with people of "normal" proportions, and the expense of "Giada-sizing" a kitchen, cooking implements, and ingredients if she were a dwarf would hardly be worth it, I should think.
I just can't see looking at her and thinking "dwarf." My initial response was "psycho," based on those crazy eyes and that maniacal smile.
Besides, if you look at the success of Little People, Big World on TLC, it would seem foolish for Food Network to cover up the fact that one of its stars is a little person, as having a dwarf cooking show would likely mean big ratings (pun intended).
And for the record, once again I will state that I've seen her in person and she is not a dwarf.
i ended up here on a "giada dwarf" google search....and i'll tell you why so many people think she is one! she has an enormous head, and really short arms, for the size of her torso.
Okay, I'll grant you the big head thing - though I personally think it's more a matter of having an extremely skinny neck - but I've never noticed the thing about her arms. Though honestly, I don't see how anyone can readily notice anything beyond the schnozz, the crazy eyes and too-wide smile, and, of course, the boobs.
Still, all one really needs to do is just watch the show and have it confirmed that she's not a dwarf.
She frequently interacts with people of "normal" proportions, and the expense of "Giada-sizing" a kitchen, cooking implements, and ingredients if she were a dwarf would hardly be worth it, I should think.
I just can't see looking at her and thinking "dwarf." My initial response was "psycho," based on those crazy eyes and that maniacal smile.
Besides, if you look at the success of Little People, Big World on TLC, it would seem foolish for Food Network to cover up the fact that one of its stars is a little person, as having a dwarf cooking show would likely mean big ratings (pun intended).
And for the record, once again I will state that I've seen her in person and she is not a dwarf.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Why I Love Fables (And Jack Of Fables) Reason Number 89
Goldilocks' tattoo:
--From "The Long Hard Fall of Hollywood Jack," Chapter One of The Nearly Great Escape
--From "The Long Hard Fall of Hollywood Jack," Chapter One of The Nearly Great Escape
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
I Wish MY Car Could Transform...Into A Better Car
All day long I waited to get a call about my car.
I decided that I wasn’t going to call because in all of the times I’ve brought my car in they have never once called me; I’ve always had to call them.
So today I said screw it and decided that I wouldn’t call. My thinking was that these are people I’m paying to provide me a service not some chick I’m trying to date, so they could quit fucking dodging me and dial my damn number.
And so they did.
Eventually.
So, nearly $600 later ($596.65 to be exact), I got my car back, all 30,000 miles serviced and with new brakes and no clicking noise.
Of course, the work isn’t actually done. There are some remaining issues that need to be fixed, but the part won’t be in for a week. The remaining issues aren’t serious enough to cause any immediate problems, so I’m able to drive the car until the part arrives, at which point I have to bring it back in (though this time I’ll get a loaner).
I was waiting on another phone call today as well, this time from the rental office here. Now that I’m no longer a homeowner, I have to sign a month-to-month lease and pay rent.
On the 27th of June, people representing the new ownership were at the office in the evening to assist with this process. I know this because I got a letter telling me that people would be there. One problem, though: I got the letter on the 28th.
So yesterday, being my first opportunity to do so, I walked down to the office expecting to sign a lease and pay the July rent (plus prorated June rent for two days – way to grab every penny, ass clowns). The question I was presented with was, “Did you fill out an application?” I said that I wasn’t aware that I had to.
The women then proceeded to get me an application, which I couldn’t fill out there because there was some info I had to check on. I came home, filled it out, brought it back, and was told that I had to wait to sign a lease because they needed to run a background check on me.
I’ve lived her for a year and a half without incident: what more do they need to know?
Naturally they had some problems with their background-checking system, so they said they would call me back today.
Apparently there’s some version of that book The Rules written for people in the service industry which tells them that if they don’t return calls they will become service industry creatures unlike any others.
Seriously, if you play hard to get I’m just going to say “fuck it.”
It’s not going to make me want you more.
In any case, I made no effort to reach out to them all day, but I did write them a note explaining that I will not be available until the 9th, and enclosed a check in the amount I was told would be due and left it in the rent drop box. After all, even though they’re the ones causing the delay, I could easily see them blaming me for not paying my rent in a timely enough fashion and charging me extra.
Up until I got the call about my car, today was largely uneventful. I woke up late, as I was extremely tired last night.
As you can see if you go over to Brian’s blog, there were two fires early yesterday morning here in Leesburg. I live near a major highway, so for a period of about an hour it was non-stop sirens going by, which isn’t especially conducive to sleep.
I had to get up early anyway to bring my car in, so losing that hour of sleep was a pain.
About an hour after I got to sleep, and fifteen minutes before I planned to get up, I was awoken by what sounded like – and was – a helicopter.
I would have gone back to bed after I got home from the shop, but I decided to deal with the rent thing first, and then Kathleen called and wanted to have lunch.
We had a very quick lunch at Subway, as she had all manner of things to do and places to be.
In any case, very tired Jon slept in until a bit before 10, got up for about a half an hour, then called it a day and went back to bed until noon.
Once I got up the second time I really didn’t do much beyond showering until I got the call about my car.
After I picked my car up I stopped at Super Target to pick up something for dinner, then came home, made it, watched some TV, and wrote and posted this.
And that brings us up to date.
I decided that I wasn’t going to call because in all of the times I’ve brought my car in they have never once called me; I’ve always had to call them.
So today I said screw it and decided that I wouldn’t call. My thinking was that these are people I’m paying to provide me a service not some chick I’m trying to date, so they could quit fucking dodging me and dial my damn number.
And so they did.
Eventually.
So, nearly $600 later ($596.65 to be exact), I got my car back, all 30,000 miles serviced and with new brakes and no clicking noise.
Of course, the work isn’t actually done. There are some remaining issues that need to be fixed, but the part won’t be in for a week. The remaining issues aren’t serious enough to cause any immediate problems, so I’m able to drive the car until the part arrives, at which point I have to bring it back in (though this time I’ll get a loaner).
I was waiting on another phone call today as well, this time from the rental office here. Now that I’m no longer a homeowner, I have to sign a month-to-month lease and pay rent.
On the 27th of June, people representing the new ownership were at the office in the evening to assist with this process. I know this because I got a letter telling me that people would be there. One problem, though: I got the letter on the 28th.
So yesterday, being my first opportunity to do so, I walked down to the office expecting to sign a lease and pay the July rent (plus prorated June rent for two days – way to grab every penny, ass clowns). The question I was presented with was, “Did you fill out an application?” I said that I wasn’t aware that I had to.
The women then proceeded to get me an application, which I couldn’t fill out there because there was some info I had to check on. I came home, filled it out, brought it back, and was told that I had to wait to sign a lease because they needed to run a background check on me.
I’ve lived her for a year and a half without incident: what more do they need to know?
Naturally they had some problems with their background-checking system, so they said they would call me back today.
Apparently there’s some version of that book The Rules written for people in the service industry which tells them that if they don’t return calls they will become service industry creatures unlike any others.
Seriously, if you play hard to get I’m just going to say “fuck it.”
It’s not going to make me want you more.
In any case, I made no effort to reach out to them all day, but I did write them a note explaining that I will not be available until the 9th, and enclosed a check in the amount I was told would be due and left it in the rent drop box. After all, even though they’re the ones causing the delay, I could easily see them blaming me for not paying my rent in a timely enough fashion and charging me extra.
Up until I got the call about my car, today was largely uneventful. I woke up late, as I was extremely tired last night.
As you can see if you go over to Brian’s blog, there were two fires early yesterday morning here in Leesburg. I live near a major highway, so for a period of about an hour it was non-stop sirens going by, which isn’t especially conducive to sleep.
I had to get up early anyway to bring my car in, so losing that hour of sleep was a pain.
About an hour after I got to sleep, and fifteen minutes before I planned to get up, I was awoken by what sounded like – and was – a helicopter.
I would have gone back to bed after I got home from the shop, but I decided to deal with the rent thing first, and then Kathleen called and wanted to have lunch.
We had a very quick lunch at Subway, as she had all manner of things to do and places to be.
In any case, very tired Jon slept in until a bit before 10, got up for about a half an hour, then called it a day and went back to bed until noon.
Once I got up the second time I really didn’t do much beyond showering until I got the call about my car.
After I picked my car up I stopped at Super Target to pick up something for dinner, then came home, made it, watched some TV, and wrote and posted this.
And that brings us up to date.
More Than Meets The Eye
As mentioned in the last entry, yesterday Scott picked me up and we went to see Transformers.
Because he was driving back from DC, he decided that, thanks to traffic, he wouldn’t have enough time to drive home and then up here to pick me up, so he opted to pick me up early so we could get something to eat before the movie.
We opted for Uno’s, where I had their new specialty, the BLT deep dish pizza. It really was like a BLT in pizza form, and was actually pretty good.
From there we went to a book store to kill time before finally heading to the theater and taking out seats.
There was a group of NOC employees that was going to attend that showing, so we expected to see people that we knew, but the one person we saw that we did know wasn’t from the NOC, it was the guy who works at the comic shop, which was unexpected but not really surprising. We expected a nerd crowd, after all.
(And we weren’t disappointed; there was some kid there in flip flops, shorts, and an Nvidia T-shirt)
Apart from geeks and nerds like us, the theater was packed with teenagers, who were surprisingly well-behaved once the movie started. In fact, with our frequent asides to each other, Scott and I were probably more disruptive than they were.
As for the movie itself, as I mentioned, it was pretty damn awesome.
The pacing was good, the plot, minimal though it may have been, hung together pretty well, and the effects were amazing.
When they played it for laughs – and they did a lot of that – it delivered, with lots of funny scenes and bits of dialogue and characterization.
One of my favorites aspects of the movie, though, was the fact that the voice of Optimus Prime was provided by the person who did his voice on the cartoon. Very nice touch, as there really was no one else who could have done it.
There was, of course, the requisite teen love story and, spoiler alert, the geeky, goofy male teen lead (Shia LaBeouf, who has been something of a box office juggernaut of late), successfully hooks up with the incredibly hot, yet multi-layered female teen lead (Megan Fox). I have to say I was just floored by that happening. I never would have expected them to hook up. It’s a really surprising twist.
Okay, the above was sarcastically written from the perspective of someone who’d never seen a movie before, but I will say that the even the cliché teen romance was made entertaining by the input of one of the Autobots (the good Transformers).
I only have a few small complaints about the movie, one of which is actually the fast pace of the action scenes. The CGI Tranformers are not quite so easy to distinguish from each other as their cartoon counterparts, so during some fights scenes it was a little difficult to determine who was who, though it’s only a minor quibble.
My other complaints relate to plot elements that I’ve seen so often in other movies that I would like to have Hollywood impose a moratorium on their use.
First up is the whole idea of all of humanity’s technological advancements being the result of reverse-engineering alien technology. This is just such a hackneyed concept that’s been used so many times, and usually done so – as it was in Transformers – as a throw-away line that doesn’t really add anything to the plot.
Beyond that it’s just insulting. Sure, a good percentage of humanity can be characterized as having sub-moron levels of intelligence, but we do have a few smart people who are capable of coming up with good ideas on their own. Come on; give us credit where credit’s due.
(I would also like to see an end to the sort of converse proposition that all great evil in human history was propagated by some outside force like demonic influences or whatever. Just as we have the capacity for great advancements without outside influence, we’re also quite capable of tremendous evil by ourselves.)
The other plot element - and I know this one isn’t going anywhere but I’ll still suggest it – is the hot chick who is the object of desire for the protagonist but is dating the meathead jock.
I don’t necessarily have a problem with this in and of itself because, after all, it has verisimilitude: hot chicks date meathead jerks in real life.
What I do have a problem with is that in the movies (and on TV), said hot chick seldom seems to have any real interest in her meathead jerk boyfriend. If he tries to kiss her, she turns away. In fact, apart from the fact that she’s always with the meathead jerk, you would never suspect that they’re romantically involved at all, and it’s usually pretty clear that the hot chick doesn’t like him, his friends, or his behavior. It’s almost as if she’s involved with him solely for the purposes of a plot point, as if by spending all of her time around the meathead jerk’s boorish, insensitive behavior will make the thoughtful, sensitive nature of the geeky protagonist stand out more clearly in her view.
And if she’s destined to end up in the spindly arms of the geeky protagonist, well, she can’t really be interested in the meathead jerk because then she wouldn’t really be the sweet, caring girl that’s ideally suited to the geeky protagonist, so her relationship with the meathead jerk has to be one based on social pressures and clique politics (she’s head cheerleader, he’s the quarterback – society demands that they date), and therefore she will remain chaste and pure in said relationship, never giving in to the sordid desires of the meathead jock, as she is saving herself for her one true love.
Anyway, I’m not asking for an end to the basic set-up, I’m just asking that writers and directors consider adding a little more veracity to the hot chick/meathead jerk relationship and realize that girls do actually kiss their boyfriends every so often, and there is some level at which – even in the worst relationships – they actually enjoy being in the presence of their boyfriends.
Just a thought.
Anyway, all you really need to know about Transformers is this: giant robot fights and lots of explosions.
Because he was driving back from DC, he decided that, thanks to traffic, he wouldn’t have enough time to drive home and then up here to pick me up, so he opted to pick me up early so we could get something to eat before the movie.
We opted for Uno’s, where I had their new specialty, the BLT deep dish pizza. It really was like a BLT in pizza form, and was actually pretty good.
From there we went to a book store to kill time before finally heading to the theater and taking out seats.
There was a group of NOC employees that was going to attend that showing, so we expected to see people that we knew, but the one person we saw that we did know wasn’t from the NOC, it was the guy who works at the comic shop, which was unexpected but not really surprising. We expected a nerd crowd, after all.
(And we weren’t disappointed; there was some kid there in flip flops, shorts, and an Nvidia T-shirt)
Apart from geeks and nerds like us, the theater was packed with teenagers, who were surprisingly well-behaved once the movie started. In fact, with our frequent asides to each other, Scott and I were probably more disruptive than they were.
As for the movie itself, as I mentioned, it was pretty damn awesome.
The pacing was good, the plot, minimal though it may have been, hung together pretty well, and the effects were amazing.
When they played it for laughs – and they did a lot of that – it delivered, with lots of funny scenes and bits of dialogue and characterization.
One of my favorites aspects of the movie, though, was the fact that the voice of Optimus Prime was provided by the person who did his voice on the cartoon. Very nice touch, as there really was no one else who could have done it.
There was, of course, the requisite teen love story and, spoiler alert, the geeky, goofy male teen lead (Shia LaBeouf, who has been something of a box office juggernaut of late), successfully hooks up with the incredibly hot, yet multi-layered female teen lead (Megan Fox). I have to say I was just floored by that happening. I never would have expected them to hook up. It’s a really surprising twist.
Okay, the above was sarcastically written from the perspective of someone who’d never seen a movie before, but I will say that the even the cliché teen romance was made entertaining by the input of one of the Autobots (the good Transformers).
I only have a few small complaints about the movie, one of which is actually the fast pace of the action scenes. The CGI Tranformers are not quite so easy to distinguish from each other as their cartoon counterparts, so during some fights scenes it was a little difficult to determine who was who, though it’s only a minor quibble.
My other complaints relate to plot elements that I’ve seen so often in other movies that I would like to have Hollywood impose a moratorium on their use.
First up is the whole idea of all of humanity’s technological advancements being the result of reverse-engineering alien technology. This is just such a hackneyed concept that’s been used so many times, and usually done so – as it was in Transformers – as a throw-away line that doesn’t really add anything to the plot.
Beyond that it’s just insulting. Sure, a good percentage of humanity can be characterized as having sub-moron levels of intelligence, but we do have a few smart people who are capable of coming up with good ideas on their own. Come on; give us credit where credit’s due.
(I would also like to see an end to the sort of converse proposition that all great evil in human history was propagated by some outside force like demonic influences or whatever. Just as we have the capacity for great advancements without outside influence, we’re also quite capable of tremendous evil by ourselves.)
The other plot element - and I know this one isn’t going anywhere but I’ll still suggest it – is the hot chick who is the object of desire for the protagonist but is dating the meathead jock.
I don’t necessarily have a problem with this in and of itself because, after all, it has verisimilitude: hot chicks date meathead jerks in real life.
What I do have a problem with is that in the movies (and on TV), said hot chick seldom seems to have any real interest in her meathead jerk boyfriend. If he tries to kiss her, she turns away. In fact, apart from the fact that she’s always with the meathead jerk, you would never suspect that they’re romantically involved at all, and it’s usually pretty clear that the hot chick doesn’t like him, his friends, or his behavior. It’s almost as if she’s involved with him solely for the purposes of a plot point, as if by spending all of her time around the meathead jerk’s boorish, insensitive behavior will make the thoughtful, sensitive nature of the geeky protagonist stand out more clearly in her view.
And if she’s destined to end up in the spindly arms of the geeky protagonist, well, she can’t really be interested in the meathead jerk because then she wouldn’t really be the sweet, caring girl that’s ideally suited to the geeky protagonist, so her relationship with the meathead jerk has to be one based on social pressures and clique politics (she’s head cheerleader, he’s the quarterback – society demands that they date), and therefore she will remain chaste and pure in said relationship, never giving in to the sordid desires of the meathead jock, as she is saving herself for her one true love.
Anyway, I’m not asking for an end to the basic set-up, I’m just asking that writers and directors consider adding a little more veracity to the hot chick/meathead jerk relationship and realize that girls do actually kiss their boyfriends every so often, and there is some level at which – even in the worst relationships – they actually enjoy being in the presence of their boyfriends.
Just a thought.
Anyway, all you really need to know about Transformers is this: giant robot fights and lots of explosions.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Quick Updates
Just a few quick updates.
The clicking noise on my car was coming from the brakes. The car is still at the shop as there are, of course, other problems with it.
Scott came and picked me up and we went to see Transformers. I'll have more to say tomorrow, but for now, I'll simply say that it was pretty damn awesome.
And finally, here's a picture - inspired by all of my MST3K watching - that I started on Sunday and finished just before Scott got here. I actually used some new techniques that I picked up from a tutorial that I'm definitely going to add to my regular bag of tricks.
The clicking noise on my car was coming from the brakes. The car is still at the shop as there are, of course, other problems with it.
Scott came and picked me up and we went to see Transformers. I'll have more to say tomorrow, but for now, I'll simply say that it was pretty damn awesome.
And finally, here's a picture - inspired by all of my MST3K watching - that I started on Sunday and finished just before Scott got here. I actually used some new techniques that I picked up from a tutorial that I'm definitely going to add to my regular bag of tricks.
Building To A Pissed Off Crescendo
On Thursday I woke up at 3:14 AM, looked at the clock, saw that the little icon indicating that the alarm is turned on was present, realized that this meant that it was Thursday, said, “Son of a bitch,” and went back to sleep.
By the time the alarm went off an hour and forty-six minutes later my mood hadn’t improved at all.
I got up and angrily put my contacts in, angrily showered and shaved, angrily dressed, and angrily made my way to the car, which I angrily drove to the gas station where I angrily filled my tank.
Still, while I was clearly in a very bad mood, the Universe decided it wasn’t quite enough, so about five miles into my (angry) drive to work my car started making a weird noise.
Because that was just what I fucking needed.
The sound coming from the car was pretty much drowned out the rest of the way by the sound of me grinding my teeth.
Once I got to work, things just went downhill, as the NOC was unusually loud and inane, not offering me the opportunity to ease into the irritation that all of the other people working there invariably bring.
When I was getting the shift hand off from Mitzi it was like being in one of those Cingular – now AT&T – dropped call commercials.
I’m serious, at certain points her lips were moving but no discernible sound was coming forth.
It’s not like I really needed anything from her – it’s easier and more fruitful to just read the ticket notes – but it was just one more bit of aggravation that I didn’t need.
As the day wore on my mood didn’t improve much – the fact that I was busy didn’t help matters – particularly with the thought of whatever the hell was wrong with my car looming over my head.
Throughout the day, as people saw my new phone, every single one asked, “Why didn’t you wait and get an iPhone?”
Given how belligerent I felt, I wanted to reply, “Fuck you, that’s why.”
I didn’t, instead saying that I simply had no interest in buying one, which is true enough, and pretty much all I feel the need to say on the subject.
On the drive home I noted that, apart from making the noise, nothing else weird.
I attempted the “maybe it’ll fix itself overnight” approach, which didn’t work, and drove it in to work again on Friday, but decided that after I drove it home I wouldn’t push my luck any further, and so I caught a ride with Brian on Saturday, and made an appointment to bring my car in on Monday.
The thought of having to get up early on Monday to bring the car in and the inevitable hassles that would result from whatever is undoubtedly majorly fucked-up with it, loomed over my Sunday festering and I often found myself nearly as pissed as I had been on Thursday.
I have since dropped the car off to be checked out and to have whatever maintenance service needs to be done at this point.
Turns out said service is the 30,000 mile service, which encompasses a bunch of crap, and may cost as much as $450.
Four. Hundred. Fifty. Dollars.
My level of pissed-offedness shot through the roof at that point, and I think the service guy – who was larger than I am – was actually frightened by the look I gave him, as he scrambled to justify the costs.
*Sigh*
As it stands, the very earliest I can expect them to be done is by 4, as the service alone will take several hours. I’m clinging to the pathetic hope that the noise was caused by something that will be addressed as part of the 30,000 mile service, but I know better than that.
Whatever is wrong should be covered by the warranty, though I’m sure they’ll try to find a way to weasel out of that.
Scott and I had plans to catch one of the Tranformers showings tonight, but I don’t know if that’s going to happen, since I may be without a vehicle.
During my Sunday fester, I did actually mess around with some creative endeavors, working on a picture that has yet to be completed, and trying out a couple of tutorials, one of which resulted in this rather cliché manipulation of a photo of Scarlett Johansson:
And that’s pretty much all that’s been going on.
By the time the alarm went off an hour and forty-six minutes later my mood hadn’t improved at all.
I got up and angrily put my contacts in, angrily showered and shaved, angrily dressed, and angrily made my way to the car, which I angrily drove to the gas station where I angrily filled my tank.
Still, while I was clearly in a very bad mood, the Universe decided it wasn’t quite enough, so about five miles into my (angry) drive to work my car started making a weird noise.
Because that was just what I fucking needed.
The sound coming from the car was pretty much drowned out the rest of the way by the sound of me grinding my teeth.
Once I got to work, things just went downhill, as the NOC was unusually loud and inane, not offering me the opportunity to ease into the irritation that all of the other people working there invariably bring.
When I was getting the shift hand off from Mitzi it was like being in one of those Cingular – now AT&T – dropped call commercials.
I’m serious, at certain points her lips were moving but no discernible sound was coming forth.
It’s not like I really needed anything from her – it’s easier and more fruitful to just read the ticket notes – but it was just one more bit of aggravation that I didn’t need.
As the day wore on my mood didn’t improve much – the fact that I was busy didn’t help matters – particularly with the thought of whatever the hell was wrong with my car looming over my head.
Throughout the day, as people saw my new phone, every single one asked, “Why didn’t you wait and get an iPhone?”
Given how belligerent I felt, I wanted to reply, “Fuck you, that’s why.”
I didn’t, instead saying that I simply had no interest in buying one, which is true enough, and pretty much all I feel the need to say on the subject.
On the drive home I noted that, apart from making the noise, nothing else weird.
I attempted the “maybe it’ll fix itself overnight” approach, which didn’t work, and drove it in to work again on Friday, but decided that after I drove it home I wouldn’t push my luck any further, and so I caught a ride with Brian on Saturday, and made an appointment to bring my car in on Monday.
The thought of having to get up early on Monday to bring the car in and the inevitable hassles that would result from whatever is undoubtedly majorly fucked-up with it, loomed over my Sunday festering and I often found myself nearly as pissed as I had been on Thursday.
I have since dropped the car off to be checked out and to have whatever maintenance service needs to be done at this point.
Turns out said service is the 30,000 mile service, which encompasses a bunch of crap, and may cost as much as $450.
Four. Hundred. Fifty. Dollars.
My level of pissed-offedness shot through the roof at that point, and I think the service guy – who was larger than I am – was actually frightened by the look I gave him, as he scrambled to justify the costs.
*Sigh*
As it stands, the very earliest I can expect them to be done is by 4, as the service alone will take several hours. I’m clinging to the pathetic hope that the noise was caused by something that will be addressed as part of the 30,000 mile service, but I know better than that.
Whatever is wrong should be covered by the warranty, though I’m sure they’ll try to find a way to weasel out of that.
Scott and I had plans to catch one of the Tranformers showings tonight, but I don’t know if that’s going to happen, since I may be without a vehicle.
During my Sunday fester, I did actually mess around with some creative endeavors, working on a picture that has yet to be completed, and trying out a couple of tutorials, one of which resulted in this rather cliché manipulation of a photo of Scarlett Johansson:
And that’s pretty much all that’s been going on.
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