Ok, I must be getting old. I've never heard of the vaselined car bit. What, praytell, is that about?
(and hey, you could always rename your car Greased Lightning)
"It is not the literal past that rules us, save, possibly, in a biological sense. It is images of the past. Each new historical era mirrors itself in the picture and active mythology of its past or of a past borrowed from other cultures. It tests its sense of identity, of regress or new achievement against that past.”
-George Steiner
Ahahaha... Except for the fact that it starts making weird noises around 60
They just put vaseline on my door handles. Must've ran out this time because they only did the driver door. But still My friend's car got it too. I'm just glad I locked the doors. Last time I didn't they moved it down the road. Anyone know where I can get some good spy cams? Ha. But I guess it's better than the old ketchup-freezing-the-doors-closed-in-below-zero-weather that seems to happen to a lot of people here.
Yeah, that's all a lot of people here do. There's nothing else to do besides bowling (I HATE bowling). Eggs, ketchup, shaving cream, and then toilet paper and water so it freezes, that one is mean. All sorts of stuff. I've never been a part of it though.
Well, I already have a car for when I turn 154. No one has ever bothered it. (then again, I have an army of gogs and a small dragon *I'm not joking*) There's bowling here, and a sports complex, but I don't play sports. A lot of the kids (including myself) have turned Wiccan, for the sheer fact that it gives us something to do. A lot of the other kids have turned into couch-potatos. I think that there should be book clubs and stuff liek that. But the librarians didn't agree to that, they didn't say why.
Some of the businesses have given free tours, and some have given speaches. (I think that was the work of the COMICT. Now they are the work of Satan)
Anyway, my point is, boredom is the work of Satan.
Your foot! When u step on them by accident! Here in the desert we have this nasty weed and when the heads dry up and fall off they make these horrible spiked balls (Shrike balls! ) If the tip of a spike breaks off under ur skin u better get it out quick! Or it will become infected. (ref: The album Goat's Head Soup by the Rolling Stones---there's a reason 4 Sympathy for the Devil! ) Even if u don't go barefoot outside they attach 2 pet fur real ez and come in the house.
That's one of the things I don't miss about living in the desert. Though as much as I hate goatheads, I think sandburrs are worse.
"It is not the literal past that rules us, save, possibly, in a biological sense. It is images of the past. Each new historical era mirrors itself in the picture and active mythology of its past or of a past borrowed from other cultures. It tests its sense of identity, of regress or new achievement against that past.”
-George Steiner
The bane of my existence, that which could only be spawned in the very pits of hell, is the vile copperhead snake. Traversing across overgrown West Virginia fields and scouring lonely hollows, I have met my archnemesis too many times to count but I did smite the serpent, yea verily. The abhorrent creature, squirming on its belly, following its own sinister motives, baring its poisonous fangs, tracks me tirelessly. On several occasions I have looked into its reptilian eyes and seen only hate but I did smite the serpent, yea verily. Therefore I have resigned myself to always carry a trusted machete and I did smite the serpent, yea verily.
The worst is when they sneak into buckets or boxes you later put in your car and then take home or to the lab!
"We do not follow maps to buried treasure, and remember:X never, ever, marks the spot."
- Professor Henry Jones Jr.
"Hither came Conan, the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandalled feet."
Your story reminds me of this time we went down to a rural area of Kentucky to do some family research on my husband's family. We met up with some distant cousins and they were planning on taking us to some old family graveyards. As we got into the truck, one of them handed me a rake. I asked "Oh, will we be doing some maintainence work?" The reply scared me, greatly.
It's either me or them, although I generally just try to scare them away. The problem truly lies with me because I'm gallivanting all over eastern WV and VA looking for good sites or following some tip. If you climb over enough fences and wander through enough fields you're going to find plenty of copperheads or their much nicer foil, the blacksnake.
"We do not follow maps to buried treasure, and remember:X never, ever, marks the spot."
- Professor Henry Jones Jr.
"Hither came Conan, the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandalled feet."