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(DISCLAIMER: No, this isn't a post about how you, too, can conquer your scorching case of HIKV. Nobody knows that, and, frankly, I don't think anyone wants to know anyway.)
So my fascist apartment management took it upon themselves to tow my car last week. Due to a bizarre D.O.L. loophole I ended up paying 560 dollars to get it out of the impound lot -- in cash no less, to make it really sting. I mean, that's more than I pay for rent...
Needless to say I was mightily unimpressed. At about five o'clock yesterday I was wondering whether rigging your car to automatically explode upon contact with an unauthorized tow truck would be considered an "overzealous security measure".
So I spent some time last night chopping stuff with my Ang Khola, as one of my friends has a hardwood tree with branches growing a little too close to the house. He mentioned that the tree could use some limbing, of course I leapt at this opportunity and got the AK out of my backpack. I think at first he thought I was kidding. I wasn't kidding.
Oddly enough this seemed to calm me down greatly. I think perhaps the satisfaction of seeing chunks of wood fly had something to do with this. In any case I started thinking -- at least I have a car, I have lots of knives, I have good friends who are always willing to help me out in crappy times, I'm not stuck in a submarine somewhere on the bottom of the ocean,
that kind of stuff.
It only took about five minutes to reduce the offending branches into nice happy firewood. And I felt much better about life in general. Perhaps someday I will get around to writing up a dissertation on the therapeutic value of big shiny knives.
Note: I'm probably only posting this because of sleep deprivation.
[This message has been edited by Novadak (edited 08-16-2000).]

So my fascist apartment management took it upon themselves to tow my car last week. Due to a bizarre D.O.L. loophole I ended up paying 560 dollars to get it out of the impound lot -- in cash no less, to make it really sting. I mean, that's more than I pay for rent...
Needless to say I was mightily unimpressed. At about five o'clock yesterday I was wondering whether rigging your car to automatically explode upon contact with an unauthorized tow truck would be considered an "overzealous security measure".
So I spent some time last night chopping stuff with my Ang Khola, as one of my friends has a hardwood tree with branches growing a little too close to the house. He mentioned that the tree could use some limbing, of course I leapt at this opportunity and got the AK out of my backpack. I think at first he thought I was kidding. I wasn't kidding.
Oddly enough this seemed to calm me down greatly. I think perhaps the satisfaction of seeing chunks of wood fly had something to do with this. In any case I started thinking -- at least I have a car, I have lots of knives, I have good friends who are always willing to help me out in crappy times, I'm not stuck in a submarine somewhere on the bottom of the ocean,

It only took about five minutes to reduce the offending branches into nice happy firewood. And I felt much better about life in general. Perhaps someday I will get around to writing up a dissertation on the therapeutic value of big shiny knives.
Note: I'm probably only posting this because of sleep deprivation.

[This message has been edited by Novadak (edited 08-16-2000).]