had Mongolian BBQ for lunch and is quite full and satisfied.

playing with ping.im for status updates.

Ripped Off.

Had my car broken into last night.

They took my camera and the 2GB card that was in it.

The loss of the photos hurts more than the loss of the camera.

I'm quite miffed.

It's Craptastic!

My bag of crap arrived from woot.

What did I get for my money? I'm glad you asked!

A 'ClipCam' which is a tiny USB camera

A Logitech Quickcam Express

A Curious George Gift Bag

A VHS Cassette 'Buns & Abs of Steel 2000'

Brakes

Front brakes are done on the Toyota with the help of a friend.

He did the drivers side and I watched, then I did the passenger side by myself.

Real simple compared to the brakes on the Volvo.

Need to find out where things are leaking out of the engine, I ran low on coolant today and there is still a possible oil leak.

Laundry

Went to a new place last night to do laundry, It was interesting in that all the machines had girls names.

The machines were not as high-tech as my usual place, The Dryers lacked any kind of indicator as to how much time they had for their cycle.

Clothes got clean which is what counts but I dont think I'll go back there unless its an emergency as the older washers didnt have a way to add softener to the cycle.

Seen on Postsecret

I liked this one. Might have to see about moving the Volvo.

Displacement

Boy can I feel the difference between the 2.3 liter rear wheel drive car I've been driving for most of the past year and the 1.6 liter front wheel drive car which I'm driving now.

QRZ Photo Upload

Does anyone know if the QRZ Photo Upload works for modifying a profile?

I'd like to add my picture.

Classic Volvo Interior.

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Originally uploaded by johnkiniston

From Arizona Volvo Day 2008. My 1983 Volvo 240 doesn't have nearly as cool of a dash.

Flickr

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

ToDo:

By the end of this month:
Purchase all parts needed to get the 1500 engine going.

Within four weeks from now:
Get engine to spin over, Possibly get engine to start using hacked together harness.

In two months time:
Fix major wiring issues

In Three months time:
Start floor replacement. Have floor prep complete.

To Purchase:
Need a valve cover gasket, Need a second carburetor kit and a second air filter.

probabably need upper and lower heater hoses too.

Bag of Crap

I think I've just got my first Bag of Crap off woot, I've only been trying for four years or so.

Volvo 740 Video

Hello!

I have re-discovered this blog and will once again attempt to update it.

Digicide

I remember years gone by when I used to be on IRC 24/7 and on Mucks 24/7, Wonder if anyone is looking for me.
Digicide: "It’s tough to tell when someone disappears. You always just figure they’re busy at work, or studying for finals, or on vacation, or something of the sort, so none of us thought anything was strange when we didn’t see Nodek for a while. Actually, to be brutally honest, none of us even noticed. I mean, he was kind of quiet to begin with, and only piped up when he had something to say. Half the time, you’d have to check the room list to know that he was even there. So I don’t know how long it took us. Maybe a week. Maybe two. But then, one day, this troll shows up and says something like:

NoobLOL42: star wars is for fagz!!!

We don’t get trolls very often, but Nodek was some kind of film geek, so he’d always rip them a new one in words that none of us understood. It was pretty funny to watch, actually, and it became kind of a running joke. So Jil says:

AdminJil4984: nodek? u hungry?

and there was no reply.

NoobLOL42: whos nodek?

AdminJil4984: whos nodek?!?!?!?!?!?

The last one to see him had been 3jane, who said she was in PM with him a few weeks ago, but when we tried to check the logs we got a server error. We weren’t freaked, though. Like I said, people come and go. We shot off a few PMs, but since we figured he w"

Civic Duty

Civic Duty: "It was Friday evening and Lucas was getting ready to perform his duty. He’d already tugged off his leather loafers to put on a pair of combat boots. He’d disheveled his black hair in front of the bathroom mirror and traded his pinstripe jacket for an old worn t-shirt and army fatigue vest. After arranging these things, he looked himself over in the full body mirror and decided whether or not he would be afraid of himself.

Lucas ate a bowl of chicken noodle soup and drank some iced tea. He figured he could make use of the empty tea bottle as a Molotov cocktail if need be, and he chuckled at the thought. It was funny to him how he came to think of this as humorous. The rest of the world never seemed to get the joke.

8:00 pm rolled around and he heard the phone ring in the kitchen. He wiped off his mouth after finishing the soup and went to pick up the line. “Hello, Merryweather residence. Lucas speaking.” Lucas listened as the reminder that his Friday night was ruined berated him through the receiver.

“Look, I already told you,” Lucas continued as he went to tap the opened letter on the counter as if he’d somehow forgotten why he was dressed like this. “I have Riot Duty today. I told you this last week. No, we can’t play poker. No, I can’t get out of this. You know"

Adsum

Adsum: "The glass beads were black and white: tiny flattened circles that made a loud clattering sound when he emptied the bag onto the glowing white floor. Most of the 1,394 settled within a few feet of his legs, although a few rolled to the outer reaches of the room.

“The problem here is that you don’t understand the potential,” Sudoku told her without lifting his attention from the beads. “You use this thing to play games and watch stimvids. You’ve never even opened the console.”

“And this is the console.”

“This is what the console looks like today.”

From her position on the floor across from him, Ery glanced around the room, then snorted. “Nice. Well, now that that’s over with, I’m going to go finish my coffee.”

“This room isn’t actually empty,” he said when the edges of her body started to shimmer with logout. She recondensed with a sigh that was slightly louder than necessary.

“I know an empty room when I see one.”

“There’s me. And you.”

“And stimvid pickup lines, apparently. But there’s coffee back in your apartment, and it’s winning.”

He wiped the beads into a small pile, then swept them onto his palm before spilling them over the floor again. “What’s a st"

Using an Oscilloscope

Using an Oscilloscope: "Ever wonder what an Oscilloscope is? Or how to use one? Here's a good guide on getting starting 'An oscilloscope is easily the most useful instrument available for testing circuits because it allows you to see the signals at different points in the circuit. The best way of investigating an electronic system is to monitor signals at the input and output of each system block, checking that each block is operating as expected and is correctly linked to the next. With a little practice, you will be able to find and correct faults quickly and accurately.' Link."

Father Knows Best

Father Knows Best: "I don’t remember being a citizen, but when I was growing up, it was all my father ever talked about. ‘Back in the valley,’ he would say, and point to the acrylic mural that took up most of the wall by the front door. It looked nothing like a valley. It was a jumble of angles and curves, oddly pixellated like most of my mother’s art. I don’t remember much of my mother either, but there are bits and pieces of her all over the apartment, plotted out in meticulous detail on nearly every flat surface. Of course, my father wanted me to go into something with computers. He still does. “Dennou,” he says, when I meet him for coffee, “when are you going to give up that mess and buy yourself a datafeed?” “I have a datafeed, dad.” Actually, I have six. Only one has been turned on, and I use it as a lamp in the hallway. Across from me, my father began listing the merits of computer operation, chuckling and gesturing like he was describing a woman he wanted to set me up with. I smiled and nodded a few times, but we both knew nothing would come of it. It’s not that I don’t know how to use a computer. I grew up around them, after all. I used to type eighty words per minute, but I haven’t tried in months. My father has never been aw"