Some quick thoughts

Had a great idea for a comic earlier this weekend but the time I was going to spend on it got eaten by WordPress updates, plugin updates, and an argument with a server over what version of PHP I was running.

Meanwhile, also got the house cleaned up, the closets cleaned out, lots of errands run, watched the Phillies win and then lose and then win, watched the Eagles fall on their face, threw the squeaky pig and/or the ball for Kaylee ten thousand times, took two walks for a total of 3 miles, and went to see Scott Pilgrim.

Look, if you’ve ever liked comics, comic strips, video games, being 17-23, bad bands, or strangely-choreographed martial-arts-like fighting, and you haven’t seen Scott Pilgrim vs the World get thine ass to the thea-tah before it clears out and you have to wait for video, because it ROCKS.

You also owe it to yourself to read the books. Now. Now now now now now. Look, even Nighthawk liked them. Go go go.

This coming week consists of much insanity as Nighthawk and I prep for our holy-crap-it’s-September-where’d-the-summer-go vacation in Virginia Beach, which commences Saturday. Maybe while I’m lounging by the beach I’ll get off my ass and draw some comics.

OIL CAN!

My car – Fluffy – has always been pretty reliable about oil. By “pretty reliable” I mean I drive about 7500 miles per year, so I get the oil changed roughly every six months. I think over the life of the car, I’ve added maybe two quarts of oil between oil changes.

I’ve gone to CJ’s for the oil changes and pretty much all the other maintenance on this 10-year-old Saturn since we moved to the area. I love these guys. I trust them.

On July 22nd, CJ’s changed my oil.

On August 2nd, I stopped on Rt 422 due to a massive traffick back up. The woman behind me didn’t. Net result: busted bumper, busted up trunk frame, busted car seat (I hit the back of the seat so hard I broke a notch off the doohicky that lets you tilt the seat back), and sprained neck.

I’m in PT for the sprained neck, which isn’t exactly fun, but I’m still working, feeling OK, etc. etc. Enough about me, back to Fluffy.

For the past few weeks, both before and after the body work, Fluffy’s developed a bit of a knock in the engine. Finally getting a bit nervous about it today, I took it into the guys at CJ’s.

They checked the oil, noticed it was low, explained that the knock could be a valve knock – if the oil pressure’s OK but the volume of oil is too low, the valves will be the first area to act up.

They added a quart of oil. Still low.

They added another quart. Still low.

The car only has a capacity for 4 quarts, so their next move was to check under the car to see if the oil was draining out. The parking lot was dry.

I turned on the engine and oil did not go squirting everywhere. The knocking was still there.

They added another quart. Still low, but at least we were finally registering on the dip stick.

Much other searching around. No leaks found.

After the 4th quart, the knocking finally started to quiet. Still no leaks, and no blue smoke billowing out the back.

So my car, which has never burned oil significantly in its lifetime, just burned through almost 4 quarts of oil in under a month. I’m currently under orders to check the oil regularly — something I haven’t had to do since Fluffy replaced Spot, back in 2000.

Can I say whatever this is was caused by the accident? Not at the moment – especially since we don’t know the cause. And it does seem a little bit of a stretch that hitting the back of the car would cause it to burn oil.

Still, I suspect Fluffy, who has over her years bit a deer, bounced off a guardrail, been sideswiped on the Schuylkill Expressway and put up with more than one incompetent mechanic at the dealership down in Devon, might be on her last legs.

Peace

I was up playing card games with family last night until almost 3. I slept until after noon, and didn’t rise until almost 2.

I write this because sometime in the future I’ll be flipping through these archives while in a state of anxiety, wishing life would slow down. Future self, I don’t “have time” to ignore the laundry and the chores and the mounds of to-do items for work. But today, I took the time to stop.

And having done so, I’m filled with readiness to do so many things… I get things done faster when I’m ready to do things than when I have to.

So, future self, stop. You’ll likely say you don’t have time, or someone will be angry, or you will be angry. I understand how important you think the things you doing are. But like a flywheel, you build momentum slowly when you need to keep running for a long time.

Stop for a day.

Stop.