Very rarely do I find a quote that so summarily pinpoints the leverage of my current existence. I'm going to post it again: "Arrogance without humility is a recipe for high-concept irrelevance. Humility...a kid, read a book and watch a movie that's been in my queue for months, "The Wind That Shakes the Barley". I might even fall asleep. Several times. And maybe I'll wake up knowing what I really want

We're trying to get our butts in gear. We're working on Zilla as much as we can to see how quickly we can get it ready. To be honest, we kind took a break for a while because it was still in the 100s every...bring me a brewski. And the wheel brake lines aren't bleeding. Why? Blockage. Intense. We didn't want to have to do those, too. Insert cursing. Early Nite. Lots of parts buying to do online. Rawr

So we spent a few beers, I mean hours, I mean beers, bleeding the brakes for the new master cylinder and installing it and accidently busting the rusted brake lines on the old master cylinder so that...of the fuel lines coming out of the pump was cracked in five places. So we took all those off, too, including the filter. Good luck, O'Reillys, AutoZone and NAPA. This is your LAST CHANCE TO BE USEFUL

The Old Man got a new trans pan gasket last night. That's all we got around to because it was FREAKIN HOT and we spent some time talking to Gary, who has parts from an old Mustang that Aaron can use to...linkage where they updated it from the stick to the automatic. *facepalm* It's easier to work on in the driveway, if you don't mind kitty litter in your ear. Brake Master Cylinder? TONIGHT, YOU

I am not dead yet. The story is just eating me alive at the moment. Friday. I think I came to work. Don't actually remember much of anything I did at work that day. After Thursday night, ficbrain was...and I have to work. This sux. Also. My husband and truthordara are made of awesome for living with me and yet never seeing me anymore. There will be much celebrating when I post it. LO

I am informationally clogged, but basically this week's been full of inspections and looking for parts and paperwork to register Zilla in Texas and meeting fans in the strangest places and finding out...and ordered himself some bed rest. So I went to the coffee shop around the corner and silently squealed myself silly for hours. The next two episodes are going to be awesome.

It's 3am in Dallas. It's feels like 1am. Let's just say we adapt well. The flight was... well, it almost didn't. As soon as we walked in the check-in door for US Airways at DFW, the flight to Phoenix... It's a bit dry here. There was snow in the mountains in Utah and it's too dark to see much here yet. I ramble again. I just posted about Canadian hookers on Easter. Um. Good nite. Morning. Whatever