June 17th, 2012

#3431: Rain!

So after that long-winded yammering about no rain, last night about 7-ish I started hearing thunder, and then it rained a lot.

With the 4th still about 17 days away, though, things could still dry back out again if we don't get rain between now and then. Have to keep an eye on that.

When I went to bed around midnight it was so cool outside--though humid--I opened up the bunker. And this morning it's still pleasant outside, though the forecast says "90" and I'm inclined to believe it.

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So last night while playing WoW, the guild Ormusia is in was having an RP event--taking the fight to the Horde, members gathered in Arathi Highlands and (I infer) went to Hammerfall to do some World PvP.

...Ormusia, at 18th level, was too low to go.

So on the guild in-character chat channel, Ormusia announced that she was going to go "picky plants!"

In regular guild chat, I said: "translation for the non-stupid: I'm farming herbs."

Response: "I understood that, and LOL"

At some point there's going to have to be some kind of reveal that her simplemindedness is partly an act, because there is simply no way in hell any competent adult could be that freakin' stupid.

Of course there's no rule saying Ormusia has to be a competent adult, either.

I don't do the schtick during combat; that would be sinister rather than cute. "Teehee! Stabby stabby!" No. But last night she was attacked by a coyote, and after she'd killed it she scolded, "Don't bother Ormusia while she's picky plants!"

The practical upshot of all this is that Ormusia added three levels and 45 points to her inscription while hopping around singing inane songs to herself.

I wish I could do that in real life. I mean, I've got the "hopping around and singing inane songs" part down; why is the other one so hard?

#3432: $16 with shipping, which isn't bad.

Kick start lever for my dirt bike, I mean. A complete one. The shipping was a bit more than the lever itself, in fact, which went for the opening bid of $7.99.

Can't complain.

This'll be the first time in literal decades that this thing has had a peg on its kickstarter lever. I don't even know how long ago it lost that; I was riding the thing in the 1980s and it didn't have one then, though, so in all probability it's been gone since the 1970s.

Little by little I return it to proper and whole function. This is progress.

Ever since I dipped the carb in that carb dip bucket I bought, though, the thing has started very easily (providing I had the timing set correctly) and hasn't needed to be kicked and kicked and kicked and kicked and kicked AND KICKED AND F-ING KICKED--!!!! It's a miracle how well something works when it's been properly cleaned and adjusted, isn't it?

I'll be trying to get at the thing this week. I want to get the cylinder honed before I put the new rings in, so I'll have to take that all apart and hie myself over to the machine shop that honed the Escort's engine block in 2009. Shouldn't cost a lot, either, and that way I know it's right. If they can't or won't do it, though, I guess I'll go get a hone kit at the parts store and do it myself. It's not rocket science, and air-cooled engines have looser tolerances so I doubt I can screw things up too badly if I try doing it myself.

Trust me to wait until it's consistently in the f-ing nineties to decide to start working on the damn thing. Well--worst case I can always bring it inside...as long as I don't start it inside again.