Cowpunk: Pastoral Scenes from Pulaski Pike

I woke up at six today but went back to sleep. Woke up by the phone vibrating: it was my internet guy, said he was on his way in thirty. So I jumped up, brushed my teeth and put on some sweats. He pulled up in my sister's Toyota...he's using it in exchange for internet services. I've known that car for a long long time.
Anyhow... he got my wifi up and running: but I forgot that this freakin' laptop doesn't hold the wifi connection very long sometimes. I seriously wish I'd remembered so I could have asked him if he could find out why.
But now I can connect with my Ipod and twitter from downstairs, or just check my mail etc. while eating breakfast, won't have to turn on my laptop. Pretty 21st century of me.
After internet guy got done and I had picked his brain about which technical college is best (he said HIS college was best, the one he went to, but then he told me he never graduated. So there is that) I went up to my brother's house so he could help me put the new fan belts on.
Always a treat going up to my brother's... his boxer tried to get in my lap. I had to watch an hour of Nascar. You know, it wouldn't be so bad watching Nascar if my brother wasn't such a dick about answering my questions. I asked him what the guy was doing to the back windshield, and he told me there was a coil on a plate and the pit crew guy was tightening or loosening it.
I asked him why, and he said he had just told me. He gets so bellicose. I wanted to know why the guy was tightening the coil, and he kept saying he'd explained it to me. When he figured out what I meant, he said it was so that the car was 'tight' or 'loose' around the corners. Was that so fucking hard to say? Jesus.
Then he feels bad about me sitting there feeling butt hurt and he explains it in minute detail for about twenty minutes. It's always the Twilight Zone over there for me. I dread every moment and I watch every step. I had to drive my truck up into his yard and I managed to make a tiny rut in the muddy lawn. And I'll never hear the end of it. If he'd fix the emergency brake for me that wouldn't be necessary but his driveway is so steep, I can't park on it... ugh. I get so frustrated. But, we got the belts on, and he also fixed my tailgate which wouldn't latch. Just needed some lube.
When we went back in his house after working on the truck, he asked if I was going to hang out (why would I?) and I said, no, I had a lot to do, which I do. I still need to go to Old Navy and see if they have some Madras shorts for work...they seem like they'd be great. Lightweight, and cheap...
Anyhow, when I said I had to be going he said he had some stuff for me and I followed him into the kitchen. He'd been to "Big Lots" and wanted to unload some popcorn on me. He stuffed my arms full of microwave popcorn. And then he said he'd ordered a MAGIC JACK for me. Apparently you can plug it into a USB port and plug a landline telephone into it and you can call anywhere for free. Well, not free: it costs 40 bucks a month. Which he has already paid.
He didn't ask if I wanted it. He just insisted I use it.
I don't want that shit on my computer, but I might try it since he's bought it. I have to pay him back, though.
*sigh*
I don't have a landline phone, but my roommate does, I bet I could borrow it. Apparently you can use it from ANY computer anywhere, which I find an interesting proposition.
Now all I need is to hook up with some hot chick somewhere and I can talk to her all the time as long as I'm near a computer that is on and has a USB port.
*LOL*
I stopped on the way home to snap some photos of the area along Mt. Lebanon Rd. & Pulaski Pike. Quite nice. I wanted to take more but there were not many places one could pull over on Mt. Lebanon Rd... I did start to pull over but found it was that Alabama CLAY. I only had the right tires on it for a few feet but wow, the long red muddy track I left on the pavement. Glad I was cautious and didn't just pull on over...I'd have had to call my brother who would have had a FIELD DAY with that.