Say Fuck Off to more people.
Write more. Write more. Write. More. Just do it. No, wait. That sounds too much like a fucking Nike commercial. Let’s say: Make no excuses, harbor no guilt, and quit feeling bad about not writing and JUST WRITE. Once a week column post. Regular[ Obi’s Grand Tour Walkabout] story updates.
Gym more, eat better, etc. Let’s say cook different meals at home.
Use more British slang.
Take TVC and PDE; get track time via karting.
Well, let me tell you:
You are selfish.
You use people for personal gain.
You do not keep your word.
You do not respect people.
You do not value friendships, fraternal teammate bonds, or partnerships.
What you’re missing is this: Real love doesn’t divide. It multiplies. Or as Larkin said, “What will survive of us is love”.
And it’s very true.
You are no longer in my life.
I have the honor of sharing a friendship with one the best people in the world. It’s an amazing bond borne out of love, respect, and understanding. They have since married a wonderful individual who loves me almost as much as they do. And I love that individual that much, as well.
For that, I thank you.
I got the idea for Obi’s car from a Jim Clark poster I used to have hanging on my wall. It’s a late-60s Lotus, open wheel and open cockpit, taken at the Grand Prix of Belgium.
The design didn’t take long. I made a few notes for the name, Wildest Dreams, and the number, 394 in honor of the recently deceased Alan Rickman. I wanted more of a WWII hand drawn cursive-y letters that are seen on the front of a fighter plane, but I couldn’t find them and my idea wasn’t strong enough to replicate with my hand lettering.
I started building it on a Tuesday with a deadline of Saturday. Had I started earlier, I could’ve worked out the axles a bit better.
My initial design was to have the axles going through the body. This lower center of gravity would have given more stability, but I couldn’t engineer around paws or tails becoming caught in the hole in my short time frame.
This one worked better than the rocket ship design of the last derby. The biggest change being the use of tempera paint instead of spray paint. The smell of the spray paint was a big deterrent to the driver and crew; they didn’t mind the tempera paint at all.
The simplicity of this design made it fast and easy to build. There are four wooden pieces to the car: two axles and two embroidery hoops, one round and one oblong.
Areas that would need work include: Changing the wheels. The rolled up corrugated cardboard is great for a wheel save for the press fit onto the axle. The weight of even the smallest cat compressed the corrugations and made the wheels fall off.
The axles were initially run through bog roll tubes. This was a very loose fit and allowed a ridiculous amount of under steer in the car. Attempts were made to stabilize the axles using large binder clips. This helped but there was still a lot of under steer.
A closed in front would look better, but any type of grate was left off for alternate means of feline ingress and egress.
Buyer’s Guide from Hemmings Sports & Exotic Car
December, 2013 – Terry Shea
The 928, the Rodney Dangerfield of Porsches, gets no respect. An incredible feat of engineering, an astounding, high-speed, mileage-consuming beast of a GT car, the 928 unfortunately lives in the shadow of the Porsche 911, the car it was intended to replace that has now outlived it by nearly 20 years and counting. But a car as capable as the 928 should never have to live in the shadows. Continue reading
A good friend of mine sends me a birthday gift every year, the bulk of which contains Ipsy items that she feels will be a better fit for me. I can’t say how much I *love* this!
Think about it: Not only are items not being wasted, but each month, as she excitedly opens her box o’ goodness she also thinks of me and whether or not something that isn’t perfect for her will work for me. That’s a lot of thought! And it’s also not very spendy for her.
And you know what? Every time I use something that has been gifted to me, I think of her. And on those instances where I get complemented on it, I think of her again.
It’s the thought that counts? Absolutely. And she #NailedIt !
Like many others, I keep my generic everydays interesting, at times, with daydreams. When I’m too tired, I lose those daydreams. And when I lose those daydreams, I have a terrible time dealing with the mundane everyday minutiae.
I should be able to focus and for a while, I can. A few weeks aren’t a problem – it’s when the mundane-ness drags on and on that I lose it. So what does one do when there’s no daydream to get you through?
I’ve been doing this for ten years.
This is post 477. Counting Obi’s posts, it’s post 513. Some of them were even read! By people!
It blows my mind; I really don’t know what to say.I wish I’d written more. I hope I captured at least some of the important things that happened. I know I’ve written damn near a million things in my head that never made it to the screen. (Maybe I should use the voice recorder on my phone. Maybe that the difference between good writers and the rest of it – they write down their moments of brilliance while the rest of us just forget them.)