Now that summer's in the air - soon enough, anyways, I've been working out what kind of jeep to get this year.
I'm hoping for something that will last me more than 1 season, and with that in mind I've bought myself a 6/49 ticket.
No, this won't be chance, I laid around in a hypnopompic fugue state all day yesterday waiting for the numbers to come to me.
So - success assured, and taking the mentality of "it's good as done" I've been picturing the jeep I'm going to get.
- - Brand fucking new
- - Yes, I'm getting the undercoat protection. Every year. Not gonna let this bastard rot through and break in half
- - Major sound-system. Major.
- - All sorts of fancy boxes & equipage on the outside for my pans, picks & shovels.
- - Lift. That should be #2. Need it lifted.
- - Manual would be nice.
- - And a 3 or 4 tone gold-camo pattern, so that I'm nigh on invisible when I arrive in the Valley of the Gold Nuggets as big as your head...
Now, this of course presumes the big 42 Million Dollar Jackpot, but I can deal with that later. First-things-first - I need a goddamned jeep.
Tomorrow I'll be down placing my order, then checking my lottery ticket - it's going to take a few weeks to get my jeep together, and for my winnings to come through, so no lolly-gagging let's get this show on the road...
***Note- Images generated using Stable Diffusion. Pretty good, although they didn't get my "4 toned gold camo" right the last photo pretty much nailed my parking...
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I used to enjoy it, what's not to like, the natty 'experts' over-valuing every little trinket, doo-dad, old vase, the shock and pleased expression of the owner...
You know it.
But what they really need is me. I wanna be THAT guy, the garbage guy, who looks at the stuff people bring him and enthusiastically pronounces it complete and utter rubbish, tat, the debris of humanity, filth, junk, muck, dross, before loudly smashing it front of their very eyes.
The sad thing is is for every little resin angel you destroyed, every black velvet painting of a creepy clown with a pants-down praying child behind him, somebody out there would be sitting up in their armchair, calling in and saying they wanted to save it...buy it now...
Yeah, so it will never fly. A shame.
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Anyways, Thunder and hail this Thursday afternoon and I've a long drive back to Nelson. I only achieved a very few of the things I needed to get done, including blogging, but the rest will have to wait until I return in the fall.
Possibility of blog posts before then, but unlikely as I'm working off of a cell phone at the moment and my thumbs are clumsy and large...
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