w00t!

In the very last place I looked (of course), I found the prescription. But by then, nothing could stop the late night cleaning frenzy.

In the beginning, I had to put my foot down hard to prevent myself from completely reorganizing my bookshelves. That's a project for the summer, not now.

To locate the prescription, I had to clean out all my bags from BayCon, and re-organize and sort all the stacks of paper on the floor, on my desk, in my desk, and in my bedside table. The latter was the last place I looked, and where I found the prescription. Of course, consequently, all of my paper clutter except the stuff inside my bedside table has been organized in a useful fashion. woohoo!

I had some things to move into the bathroom, and the moment I was in the bathroom I couldn't resist it -- I had to clean a few surfaces. They just collect dust so fast! And its amazing what a quick wipe down with a wet sponge will do. Of course, it was cold and I was naked and my lower back seized up painfully, but now my room is about as clean as it could get right now, and organized to boot, and the bathroom has clean surfaces.

A warning to my friends. Either Saturday or Sunday morning I will be switching cold turkey from Celexa to Lexapro. This SHOULD be a non-issue. They are practically the same drug. The doctor said that he expects no adjustment period, but that he wouldn't promise that there wouldn't be some weirdness at first, since everyone is different. But. If you're dealing with me on those days or Monday and I'm having physical or emotional difficulties (like I haven't already been?), please be understanding. Thanks.

Wow. Having a clean room is pretty nice. And all in time to get to sleep early enough to get enough sleep before I have to get up to go to the school for the last day for ... well... a while.

Still no word on my cellphone. Damn it, I want my geek porn! By calculations, it should have arrived in SSF by now -- in fact, by 5ish. Maybe their scans won't register on the tracking website until tomorrow morning. Either way, the phone could arrive tomorrow. *bounce* I'd be surprised if it didn't show up by the end of Monday, anyhow.

In the meantime, I'm going to go to sleep. Wish me dreams of sugar plum fairies and turkish delight, treo 600s and finished contracts, unlimited sex and social opportunities, deep friendship and equally deep, open-eyed love. Better yet, wish me those things in real life. :)

Car Geeks

My father's answer to my question... you might find interesting:
Hi you young rebel,
It never had an official name as far as I remember. We just tapped a
threaded hole into the exhaust system downstream of the muffler (no
catalytic converters in those days, stuck in a spark plug, and rigged a
separate electrical line up to the ignition system with a separate switch on
the dash. It only worked because carburettors were so horribly inefficient
in those halcyon times of yore.

If your put your foot down hard to accelerate, the fuel system would richen
up the air/fuel mixture ie. higher ratio of gasoline to the air, then if you
lifted off the gas pedal radically, a lot of unspent fuel got vacuumed down
the exhaust system (we're into engine valve train overlap now so just take
it on faith or look it up). So for that second or so before you restore the
gas pedal to a 'normal' position you had an inflammable mixture in the
exhaust system. You flipped the switch, the spark plug took a hit off of
the ignition coil and voila, a gout of flame about two meters or so out of
the tailpipe.

Looked great at night (see American Graffiti), but I actually cannot
remember anyone having a sweet young lady throw herself into the car after
becoming overwhelmed with lust due to this gimmick. But hey, that's the two
solitudes between the sexes.

Obviously you can build anything, but with today's ultra-efficient fuel
injection system and solid state ignition systems the method would be much
different.
luv
Dad