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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #150 on: 28 Jul 2010, 05:35 »

...DC ... statue thing ...PANDAS


Didn't we do fish a couple of years ago?  I don't know, maybe I'm thinking of the suburb I live in now.  I'm pretty sure they change it up periodically. 
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #151 on: 28 Jul 2010, 05:38 »

We've got flying pigs. And a suburb north of me has squirrels. I don't understand this fad, but hey, some of them are really cool.
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #152 on: 28 Jul 2010, 09:07 »

This is disconcerting. I was thinking America would be rife with freedom eagles
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #153 on: 28 Jul 2010, 09:41 »

Sheesh Dovey, you didn't have to go all the way to the U.S. to see Freedom Eagles. Just take a drive to the top of Kings Avenue in Canberra and check out the rabbit ears.
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #154 on: 28 Jul 2010, 09:43 »

I wanted to see freedom in it's natural environment
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #155 on: 28 Jul 2010, 12:07 »

Maryland has giant blue crab statues



Yes, they all stand up on end like that for some reason.


Well, Except for the big fucking glass one at the airport, which is pretty sweet.

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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #156 on: 29 Jul 2010, 05:35 »

This is disconcerting. I was thinking America would be rife with freedom eagles

We were too busy killing them off. (It's the Murrican way.)

But really, they're endangered and I've only ever seen eagles in a zoo. But then again, I don't think they live around here. You may see more when you're driving through the less inhabited parts of the country?
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #157 on: 29 Jul 2010, 06:40 »

...DC ... statue thing ...PANDAS


Didn't we do fish a couple of years ago?  I don't know, maybe I'm thinking of the suburb I live in now.  I'm pretty sure they change it up periodically. 

I'm not sure, but I haven't even seen a panda in ages, i think most of those arn't up anymore either.
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #158 on: 29 Jul 2010, 09:38 »

Well, Except for the big fucking glass one at the airport, which is pretty sweet.

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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #159 on: 29 Jul 2010, 10:46 »

It's cool, if he tries anything those things underneath are actually steam jets that cook him if he so much as looks at anyone wrong, I believe there is an old bay dispenser somewhere in the ceiling.
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #160 on: 07 Aug 2010, 00:03 »

Well, Except for the big fucking glass one at the airport, which is pretty sweet.

Tommy isn't sleeping tonight.

there is an old bay dispenser somewhere in the ceiling

The way life should be.
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #161 on: 15 Aug 2010, 06:40 »

IMPORTANT INFO: I've got a new phone number. If I'm in Canada I can be reached at 416-729-8593, if I'm in the U.S. I can be reached at 201-895-0644. If one doesn't work, try the other. I've got unlimited international text on the Canadian number so it's probably best to try to text me if it's not super-duper important.  The numbers are on my Facebook info page as well.
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #162 on: 15 Aug 2010, 08:32 »

Doveyyyyy my couch wants you to sleep on it. Hurry uppppp.
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #163 on: 15 Aug 2010, 16:49 »

Someone sent me naughty words via SMS today. Who was it.
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #164 on: 15 Aug 2010, 20:22 »

It sure wasn't me! Because my phone has been dead for a week! So if you were heading east, I will not receive your texts but I don't think you were thinking of heading this far anyways.
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« Reply #165 on: 16 Aug 2010, 07:40 »

i didnt but i can send you naughty things/rude tits if you'd like!
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #166 on: 17 Aug 2010, 02:01 »

But really, they're endangered and I've only ever seen eagles in a zoo. But then again, I don't think they live around here. You may see more when you're driving through the less inhabited parts of the country?

I see them sometimes!! Not often though. I think North and West are your best bets... aim toward Tania
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #167 on: 17 Aug 2010, 02:14 »

Someone sent me naughty words via SMS today. Who was it.
That was probably me.
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #168 on: 17 Aug 2010, 08:35 »

We have eagles here! I have actually seen a fair few, mostly back home though. Fargo is a desolate wasteland. Our wildlife is as follows: rabbit, squirrels, birds.
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #169 on: 17 Aug 2010, 08:43 »

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« Reply #170 on: 17 Aug 2010, 11:06 »

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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #171 on: 17 Aug 2010, 12:33 »

We have some eagles out here, depending on the time of year (golden and, less commonly, bald) but we have tons of hawks, which are just as cool.
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #172 on: 17 Aug 2010, 13:20 »

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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #173 on: 19 Sep 2010, 00:00 »

Dovey is coming to my town whut.

I'll be keeping my fingers crossed that the Summerish weather will keep until Oct. 1-3, around the time Dovey will make it up here. Hope you guys planned on cold weather, because it's bound to be windy in the mountains even when the sun's out.

Also the day Dovey arrives will be, to my remembrance, a year to the day since Yelley came to see me. Spooky! I wonder who will come next year... Possibly... Jesus Christ?!!?
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #174 on: 19 Sep 2010, 02:04 »

Wait, what? I thought dovey was coming through next summer?

Well, at least he doesn't have to worry about it being too hot.
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #175 on: 20 Sep 2010, 20:54 »

Dude everyone knows Jesus got banned years ago because he kept making fun of Jeph's comic. I see him around on Hipinion every once in a while.
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #176 on: 21 Sep 2010, 15:41 »

Wait, what? I thought dovey was coming through next summer?

Well, at least he doesn't have to worry about it being too hot.

The lowdown is that we have to be in Banff on October 14th so we can hit up some job fairs + interviews for jobs on the ski hills over winter. Right now I am in Bradenton, FL. What this means is that we have just under a month to drive from the very bottom of the United States of America (actually it's the wang), to a couple of hours north of the very tippy top.

The principal upshot of this is, to my great, great, great, great, great




great chagrin, I will not be able to go to Chicago. It's just plain too far out of the way.

the new route goes something like this (if all goes according to plan):

-We leave Bradenton tomorrow for New Orleans. It'll be a couple of days driving to get to there, so we're going to have to stop somewhere in between. We stay there til 10/27, at which point we drive to
-Memphis, TN, where we will spend a couple of days.
-We swing up to Fort Collins, CO to hang with John via a one-night stop-off in Wichita, KS.
-From there it's Mt. Rushmore and Deadwood in South Dakota, followed by a couple of night camping in Yellowstone National Park
-and then a few days of punishing, 12-hour drives and sleeping in Wal-Mart parking lots to make it up to Alberta.

All of which is definitely Not Chicago.
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #177 on: 21 Sep 2010, 16:09 »

Are you ever going to make it to Fargo or Minneapolis or Chicago? Maybe next year?

Will I have to rope Brittany into a road trip to Mount Rushmore to hang out with you?
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« Reply #178 on: 21 Sep 2010, 16:12 »

I wouldn't expect anybody to do that but that would be really, unbelievably cool. RushmoreCon.

EDIT: But uh yeah, probably after the winter? Chicago is still crazy out of the way of anything else we really want to see but it's also, like, no. 1 on my list of places to go. It's gonna be a logistical nightmare no matter what.
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« Reply #179 on: 21 Sep 2010, 16:29 »

I'm half-tempted to call up my aunt and uncle in Memphis and ask them if you guys can stay with them - they converted their garage into an extra apartment, it's pretty rad.

That's pretty tempting, actually. Both of them work and they have some kids who go to school but if you can keep yourselves occupied during the day I'm sure we can arrange something. I'm sure they'd love to show you what Memphis bbq is and should be.

* addendum - Talked to my mom and she said that is probably something they would love to do. So if you haven't already booked a place in Memphis I'm sure you can stay with my family.
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« Reply #180 on: 21 Sep 2010, 17:36 »

That's really nice man, but I'm not sure we'd be comfortable doing that. For one thing, it's kind of a huge leap of faith on Sam's part to stay with people I know from the Internet, let alone relatives of people I know on the Internet, and plus I feel bad enough most of the time when I'm staying with actual relatives, let alone Internet friends, let alone relatives of Internet friends. But thank you so much for considering it.
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #181 on: 21 Sep 2010, 17:58 »

are you ever coming to Washington? because that's where the real freedom is.

for example, I almost hit a bald eagle with my car the other day. not the first time that's happened either.
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Re: Let me sleep on yr couch
« Reply #182 on: 21 Sep 2010, 18:02 »

When I drove across canada I was like "OK guys, in Regina we can stay with my friend from the internet", and they were mostly cool but a little weird with that.
Thanks again Johnny, by the way.
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« Reply #183 on: 21 Sep 2010, 18:14 »

That's really nice man, but I'm not sure we'd be comfortable doing that. For one thing, it's kind of a huge leap of faith on Sam's part to stay with people I know from the Internet, let alone relatives of people I know on the Internet, and plus I feel bad enough most of the time when I'm staying with actual relatives, let alone Internet friends, let alone relatives of Internet friends. But thank you so much for considering it.

Dude, meeting and hosting you guys was an excellent part of my summer and I'm really glad you came through. I can only imagine everyone here feels the same way.

I'm the one who was worried that I wasn't showing you two a good time.
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« Reply #184 on: 21 Sep 2010, 19:29 »

The moral of the story is that Everyone is Pretty Weird
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« Reply #185 on: 21 Sep 2010, 20:04 »

Seriously though it will be fine and it will save you several hundred dollars. My family will not murder you, and they're foster parents so they're used to freakishly weird folk
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« Reply #186 on: 21 Sep 2010, 20:37 »

I'm actually kind of OK with the idea, it more Lady that needs convincing, for entirely understandable reasons.

Anyway Personal Blog Thread, I am about to drop a serious word bomb in here. This is the first e-mail newsletter that I've just sent out. I don't think I'll be copypasting all of these, but this one is pretty important, if only because it explains just why I haven't been forthcoming with updates on my status for the last month. And I am not kidding when I say it is a Word Bomb. It's 3585 words long and I'm probably gonna have to split it over a couple of posts because of forum character limits. It also probably has some veering inconsistencies seeing as how it took me about a week on-and-off to remember details of month-old events and write them out in a manner that I am hoping is interesting enough to actually reward plowing through the fucking thing.

Anyways, here 'tis:
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« Reply #187 on: 21 Sep 2010, 20:38 »

Hi  folks,

I know it's been a while since I've updated anybody with what is happening in this crazy ole adventure of mine, but it's been a pretty turbulent time I've been having and I wanted to make sure that I knew how it was going to turn out before I told anybody about it. I apologise in advance for the ridiculous length of my e-mail (and any future e-mails, I guess). I've also been staying in a lot of campgrounds over the past couple of weeks, so electricity hasn't been easy to get to, let alone wireless internet...

Anyway, I'll start with a brief recap of the aforementioned troubles that I'd mentioned up to my last transmission.

- We bought a '99 Jeep Cherokee in New Jersey. We were unable to register it in NJ due to not having a permanent address in the state. We were advised to drive up to Ontario and register it there.
- Realising that the temporary insurance we had gotten from the dealer was about to expire, we decided that after leaving NYC we would drive up to St. Catharine's, Ontario, Canada (the nearest town to the border) and get the car insured and registered, an endeavour we naïvely believed would take, like, a couple of days, tops.
- We were informed on trying to insure the car that we would be unable to register the car without an Ontario license, which we would also assume would be super easy, because Canada + Australia have a reciprocal agreement.
- After waiting in line for about 1.5hrs at the licensing centre we were told that we needed a detailed driver's history, which must be mailed, not faxed or e-mailed. This is only for West Australia, Ontario requires residents of nowhere else to do this. When we called the Department of Planning and Infrastructure in Perth, nobody knew what we were talking about. It took four calls and being referred to the police, and then back to the DPI, before we got anybody who could give us a straight answer.
- We decided to go stay in Toronto to try and sort this stuff out.
- Luckily Sam's father was flying into Toronto the week we were going to be there, so aside from getting gigantic steaks, he also brought the necessary documents, which saved us on having to rely on the notoriously unreliable Canadian postal service.

After this we got insured and spent our last few days in Toronto rather stress-free. We were lucky to spend a couple of days hanging out with my friend in Toronto, (hi Allison!!!), who showed us a bit more of the city than we had explored on our own and took us to the Art Gallery, as well as some of the city's better record and comic book stores. We also managed to stumble on a good stretch of Toronto's better clothes+shoe shops, so my opinion of Toronto eventually improved and I don't hate it so bad now.

Following our purchase of car insurance, (from a fella at State Farm who consistently disproved every bad stereotype about insurance salesmen by being friendly, helpful and forthcoming with both time and advice on all number of subjects) we had to kick on to the next part of our arduous journey, which was taking the car into Canadian Tire for inspection and installation of daytime running lights (For  those outside of Ontario, all cars in Canada need to have their headlights on at all times on the road. Remember when old Volvos went past with their lights on in broad daylight and you went "haw haw what a dork"? THAT IS EVERYBODY IN ONTARIO). It took several days longer and cost way more than expected, but hey, you're dealing with car mechanics. So we shouldn't have been surprised. Stressful nonetheless.

Deciding that we didn't want to throw our schedule off anymore than we already had (we had to drop our planned stops in Buffalo and Rochester NY in favour of St. Catharine's and spent twice as long in Toronto as we wanted) we departed Toronto and drove (via a night in the carpark of a Walmart in North Bay, ON) up to Timmins, ON. There we stayed with the McDonald family (dad Phil, mum Helen, daughter Courtney, son Chad, daughter Kaylan, two dogs Remi and Kelso and extremely obese cat Milo), who are old family friends of Sam from when she lived in Timmins. Let me tell you about the McDonalds; they epitomise all the best aspects of the Canadian stereotype. Not only did they take us into their house, but they practically saved our entire trip. They were more generous to us than I could've possibly expected and they went out of their way to an almost ridiculous extent to help us out at the point when we most needed it. They also fed us to near bursting at every possible opportunity, and assailed us with waves of positivity and perspectives from the Bright Side whenever we felt like falling into a big heap under the weight of our problems.

So, still somewhat buoyant at finally getting over all of the problems with getting Sam her Ontario license and getting the car insured, we rolled into Timmins and made our way to the licensing centre to register the car and put an end to all of our troubles. It was pretty good to feel optimistic for a while, but it was only for a while. We got shuffled around to a few people in the licensing centre, and eventually started going through the motions of registering the car.

Then this happened:

The lady at the licensing centre taps our VIN number into the computer, and hesitantly informs us that our car is a Salvaged vehicle. This means that the car at some point in it's life has been probably stolen, crashed, totalled and then rebuilt. Not only is it illegal to register a car that has been salvaged in Ontario, it's even illegal to drive it. It is at this point that I maintain my composure only through my inability to decide whether to swear and punch the wall or curl up in a foetal position and cry. At that point I do nothing but the next week had plenty of time for both. I was pretty proud that I managed to stay positive and keep myself together during all of the previous setbacks. But at the time this genuinely felt that it was going to kill the entire holiday. All up we had poured about $7000 in to this car between actually buying the thing, getting temporary registration and insurance, getting non-temporary insurance, getting it inspected and fixing the problems that the inspectors found. And it seemed quite likely now that it was all going down the drain. Not to mention that the incredible strain was getting to both of us and at this point in the trip it seemed like we were genuinely cursed.

We were told at the license centre that we would quite easily be able to get what is called a "structural safety check", get the status of the car upgraded to "rebuilt" and make it legal to drive. We were outright told that this would take a couple of hours, tops. Now I'm quite sure you're able to work out what actually happened, 1150 words into this litany. We drove to the guy the licensing centre recommended us, who said that 1) he doesn't even do safety checks for cars he isn't selling himself and 2) it'd definitely NOT take a few hours. He sent us down the road to another fella, who curtly informed us that there was no chance that we could be fit in until the following week. We told him our story, Sam cried, no dice. Fuck that guy (Pardon my French).

We went home and in between bouts of feeling extremely very sorry for ourselves we began to investigate our options, as well as what our rights as consumers were. Let me outright state, in case it wasn't clear: We were not told, when we bought the car, that it was a salvage vehicle. If we had asked to see the history when we bought it, we probably would've seen it mentioned there. I admit that was a major error on our part and we are least partway responsible for what happened. But there is certainly an obligation on the dealer's part (and this is backed up by New Jersey law) to inform us that the car had been rebuilt. We even got in contact with a lawyer and the Better Business Bureau who told us the same. The problem with this is that because of our circumstances and also the amount of time between  the purchase and when we actually found out the car was salvaged, we had no recourse through the government or other agencies, and if we hoped to get a refund, we would have to do it through the courts. And not just the Small Claims Court, because the amount of money involved was too high. Understandably, there was no way in hell we could feasibly sue this guy.

AND ANOTHER THING: How the hell did we get all the way to Timmins, nearly a month after buying the car, and it took us til actually trying to register the car that we found out it was a salvaged vehicle? Why didn't we find this out when we imported it at the Canadian border, or when we insured it, OR WHEN WE HAD IT INSPECTED IN ORDER FOR IT TO BE ABLE TO BE REGISTERED?

Sam called the dealer in New Jersey, and after declaring ignorance on the whole case (in other words, he's not evil, he's just a moron, that's much better am I right?) he offered to try to try to source the necessary documents in order to get the structural safety check to re-certify the car, which for some reason he did not have in the first place (This guy should really not be selling cars. At all. Honestly I really do wish we had the time and resources to sue him, not only to get our money back, but hopefully to see that nothing like this happens to someone in the future). It was Friday at this point, so we gave him the weekend to do that (and told him that yes, we would call him, because there was no way in hell that we trusted him to call us back. Sam was pretty merciless on the guy. Sam is fantastic, it was wonderful to see her pissed off as opposed to depressed.

Given that we could not do anything for the weekend, we tried to banish all of the worry from our brains and we went with Chad and Courtney down to their cottage for the weekend. We rode in a boat! We played beer pong! We slept and slept and ate and slept! We created fire! We dressed a dog up like it was people! (No animals harmed) It was fantastic. Sam and I have decided that we could just as easily live out in the middle of nowhere in a cottage as we could in a big city. Nowhere between, though. It's either complete, apocalyptic madman isolation, or insane dense metropolis. And yes, some folks do live out there, as a matter of fact there are some bona fide mansions in cottage country. It can get pretty ridiculous. A particularly trenchant example is the dude who moved on to the land where the Timlers used to have their cottage, and proceeded to knock down everything and build a huge house with perfectly manicured lawns, a two-storey boathouse/guesthouse bigger than the actual cottage the Timlers had, oh oh and a WATERSLIDE!

We returned Sunday evening and got up nice and early Monday to get back to work. We called the dealer and unsurprisingly, it was going to take 4-6 weeks (this seems to be the standard operating speed of bureaucracy) to get the documents for the structural safety (basically some forms filled out when the car was rebuilt, as well as "before" photos from when it was written off) to us. We informed him that that was 100% useless to us, and so he offered to give us trade-in value on the car for something else on his lot. On inspection of his website, he did not have another car on the lot that was under $6000 i.e; $1k more than what we paid for the Cherokee. Never mind that we had already ploughed nearly $2k into the car getting it up to spec for Ontario registration, or that we'd have to bring the car back down to NJ somehow, and seeing how it was illegal to drive in Ontario, that meant getting it towed back down which would cost us another lazy grand. At least. Real generous of you, man. More importantly than that, any car we bought from him we would once again have to import into Canada and pay taxes on i.e; probably another thousand dollars.

We spent at least a couple of days (A lot of the chronological details of all of this is actually pretty hazy, it was obviously an insane time in our lives and it was just under a month ago, my memory's not great at the best of times) fussing over our options, when once again our ever helpful insurance guy suggested that instead of sinking even more money and time (at that point the time being wasted was perhaps even more important than the money) into this obviously cursed vehicle that we should just bit the bullet and sell the thing for scrap, get what little cash we can for it and essentially cut our losses and start all over with a new car. It was incredibly painful to admit that this was going to be the best option for us, an option that would mean we'd be losing about $3500 EACH just like that. It became even more depressing when, after calling around to the scrapyards in the area, we'd be getting- at best- a couple of hundred dollars- I repeat, $200- for our completely functional, recently-inspected car which had driven us from Union City, NJ, to Timmins, ON (just under 1,000 miles all up) without the slightest worry. Unfortunately this really was the best option because even though we could've saved some money by taking different options, we would've wasted an awful lot of time, and missed going to even more places than we already had. And it was also becoming apparent that the process of buying a new car would eat up what little time we had left between then and the 3rd of September, which is when the ATP Festival in Monticello, NY began. We had both agreed early on that no matter what, we were definitely not going to miss that festival, as aside from the money issue, it was entirely likely that we would never get the chance to see some of the bands on the bill (Iggy & the Stooges, Sleep, Shellac) play ever again.

We finally decided that we would sell our car off for scrap to one of the local salvage companies, who were willing to give us $200 and free towing. We would then get a ride down to Barrie, Ontario with Courtney and from there catch a Greyhound bus to Ottawa where we would find a new car and proceed to actually have a holiday, instead of a several weeklong test of our sanity and resilience.

The morning we were meant to leave I woke up and as I was necking my first cup of precious coffee (one of the many things that made the McDonalds so beloved to me is that they were as crazy about coffee as I am), Chad informed me that if we wanted, he would give us $250 for the car, take some parts that he needed and attempt to sell the rest as individual parts and send the money along to us. We gratefully accepted. I'm gonna say it again, that family is amazing and they saved our trip. As much trouble as that car gave us, I wasn't looking forward to the idea of just selling it to a junkyard so giving it to the McDonalds felt far more right.

Rest In Peace Winston, The Jeep Cherokee. (1999-2004, 2004-2010)



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« Reply #188 on: 21 Sep 2010, 20:39 »

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Nursing our wounded psyches and broken bank accounts, we prevailed on the McDonald family and their never-ending well of charity one last time when we stayed the night in Barrie with Helen's sister Sue, who was every bit as vivacious and unrelentingly generous as the rest of the family. We stayed the night at her house and set off at the early hour of 11:30am (early for us) to catch the bus to Ottawa, via a stop-off in Toronto. Being back in Toronto was kind of bizarre, because even though it had been a mere week and a half since we had left, so much had happened in that time that I felt more like a world-weary traveller arriving in some familiar port from his distant youth, as opposed to some jerk who'd just spent 10 days halfway across the state flushing several thousand dollars down the toilet. To top this romantic image off, we got asked for directions on the way to the station! This happens disturbingly often. We must look like some totally grizzled well-travelled types, I bet. And definitely not like the total rubes that we are.

After arriving in Ottawa and mutually agreeing that whatever inclination we might've had at some point to forsaking the idea of buying another car and just taking Greyhounds everywhere was completely out of the question (my poor, poor back) we made our way to our hostel via the very confusing Ottawa public transport system, where nothing goes where it says is goes! Also via walking the wrong way down the street, which turned out to be beneficial in that we discovered that down said street was Zaphod Beeblebrox, a bar in Ottawa themed on the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series. And yes, you can buy and drink Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters there. We saw advertisements around for an "Industrial Night" at Zaphod and tempted by the promise of getting to gawk at freaks in PVC (and not sufficiently deterred by all the Rammstein that was gonna get played) we decided to head down. What we failed to take into account was that said Industrial Night was on a Tuesday, and obviously all of the PVC-clad vampire cyborgs needed to get up for their tech support jobs in the morning, because nobody showed up. We stayed about an hour, I guess. We did have Gargle Blasters though, they were fantastic!

We grabbed an Auto Trader and consulted some websites and after a few false starts and missed buses we made it out to some car dealers, and somewhat luckily for us, we're in the middle of a recession! We decided we didn't want to bother trying to buy another SUV (I don't think I would ever get used to driving something that wide, it was honestly scary in some instances) so we were focussing on trying to find something in the way of a station wagon, and there were several instances of what would normally be $4-5k cars as low as $2k. Eventually we found ourselves at Ideal Motors and looking at a couple of Subaru wagons (very much our number 1 choice) and a Ford Focus wagon. We settled on a 1997 Subaru Legacy wagon, dark green. Of course this time we were very insistent on seeing the service record, inspection papers and going over every single nook and cranny. I'd say we were almost being too paranoid, if I thought such a thing was possible after dropping a cool seven grand down the toilet. As much as it may have freaked the dealer out, I am glad to say that it paid off and that Sam and I are now the proud owners of Hugo the Subaru, who is registered, inspected and insured and has driven us from Ottawa, to Monticello NY, to Philadelphia, to Washington D.C, to Atlanta, to Bradenton FL, which is where I am typing this e-mail to you right now. That's just under 3,000 miles or 31 hours of driving.

Now as much as I'd like to keep typing and tell you about our further adventures from the past two weeks (ha!), I think that 3585 words is quite enough for one e-mail and as I type this I am just about to turn in for our last night in Bradenton. Tomorrow we pack Hugo back up and set out for New Orleans, on the first leg of our journey back up the spine of the country, on our way to Banff, Alberta where we will be interviewing for our winter jobs in mid-October. If you've made it this far, dear readers, I'd like to congratulate you, and add that I hope for both your sake and mine, that nothing so crazy happens to us for the rest of our trip as I have just described to you here, so that I never have to send anything like this again. Wish us luck.

Thank you for your time, and until next time,
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« Reply #189 on: 21 Sep 2010, 20:41 »

Now to start sorting through, editing, resizing and uploading the last month's worth of pictures, and to start writing the NEXT e-mail. Fffffff

(P.S; If that actually interested you at all (pfffft) and you'd like to get more e-mails like that right in yr inbox (pppfffffffffffffft) then PM me or something)
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« Reply #190 on: 21 Sep 2010, 21:01 »

Hook me up with a spot on the mailing list.

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Jesus christ man, I'm glad you came out of this in one piece and able to go on.

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« Reply #191 on: 21 Sep 2010, 21:05 »

I read all that as the Civilization V theme was playing, so it was even more epic. Like an episode of West Wing.

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And we are definitely going to have to get you somewhat shitfaced when you get here. We have all types of wonderful breweries.
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« Reply #192 on: 21 Sep 2010, 21:15 »

dovey what is the point of having an e-mail list if yr just gonna post it on the forums  :x

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« Reply #193 on: 21 Sep 2010, 21:17 »

(we had to drop our planned stops in Buffalo and Rochester NY

Ohey I was wondering what happened there, too. Sorry you had to deal with all that! Hope the rest works out way better for you.
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« Reply #194 on: 22 Sep 2010, 06:32 »

Ed, I'm pretty sure all the rest of the e-mails aren't gonna get copypasted, unless something else really major happens that requires that much typing to explain. Here's hoping that doesn't happen, for all variety of reasons.

Gene, that is a hilarious e-mail address. Also, I hope you guys realise you just posted yr full emails on a public forum.

John, yaaaaay!
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« Reply #195 on: 22 Sep 2010, 09:48 »

Oh man, Dovey, I know Atlanta is not on your list of places to stop, which is unfortunate, but let me know when you are in Memphis and I will make my boy come up with me and we will hang out with you. (Or stop by Atlanta. We have some cool stuff, too.)
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« Reply #196 on: 22 Sep 2010, 18:52 »

Yeah, I hear you can get Grape Coke there.

Out of curiosity, why is my email address funny to you?
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« Reply #197 on: 22 Sep 2010, 23:45 »

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« Reply #198 on: 23 Sep 2010, 13:31 »

Oh man, Dovey, I know Atlanta is not on your list of places to stop, which is unfortunate, but let me know when you are in Memphis and I will make my boy come up with me and we will hang out with you. (Or stop by Atlanta. We have some cool stuff, too.)

Katie I have a horrible confession for you: We were in Atlanta after D.C!

Corollary: It was for 10 hours, we stopped on the way down to Florida, slept in the car in a Wal-Mart car-park, went to Waffle House in the morning, ate delicious biscuits, then left.

Also: Atlanta has the most confusing highways we have encountered yet, fuck!


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« Reply #199 on: 23 Sep 2010, 21:29 »

it's Ted, I would've PM'd you but I figure everyone might as well call me by my real name anyway
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