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May. 2nd, 2006
Never name your van after a character with a puckish sense of humor. You see, I made the mistake of naming The Van Jadzia Dax Ex Machina after Jadzia Dax from DS9. Dax can at times be quite amused by others' discomfort and minor frustrations.
Today the van made me sit at the gas station for half an hour before it deigned to restart. Stunts like this are just infrequent enough to get you off your guard. Oh, but start it did, after I sat, watched the rain, cursed a thousand curses, and felt my blood pressure going up like the temperature needle does at seemingly random times when driving in town. Our relationship is dysfunctional. It reminds me distinctly of relationships I've had with certain humans. Why do I put up with it? Why do I continue to try to work out our problems? Do I really still care for her or is it just I can't stand to fail at anything?
"it's real fucked up." -- Body Count
Today the van made me sit at the gas station for half an hour before it deigned to restart. Stunts like this are just infrequent enough to get you off your guard. Oh, but start it did, after I sat, watched the rain, cursed a thousand curses, and felt my blood pressure going up like the temperature needle does at seemingly random times when driving in town. Our relationship is dysfunctional. It reminds me distinctly of relationships I've had with certain humans. Why do I put up with it? Why do I continue to try to work out our problems? Do I really still care for her or is it just I can't stand to fail at anything?
"it's real fucked up." -- Body Count