Apparently i’m 41% geek, at least according to Thudfactor’s geek quiz. That’s a lot more than Travis scored, but he is a mechanic, while i’m employed as a computer nerd. I’m also 58% evil, with a style rating of 78%, according to Jamie’s How Evil Are You quiz. Good to know, cause i’ve been wondering.
In addition to being a mostly evil geek i’m also a criminal, it seems, or at least my neighbors think i look like one. I was out in front of the house working on my car saturday (actually, pretty much all weekend) when two cop cars rolled in, one from each end of the street. An officer got out of each car, and they closed in on me, tinkering in my passenger seat with two doors, the sunroof and the trunk open, and tools spread all over the lawn. Oh, and an orange extension cord trailing across the sidewalk, up the lawn and into my bedroom window. You know, typical car theft stuff. They came up and asked me if i owned the car. “Uh, yeah.” What was i doing? “Just doing some wiring work on my stereo” (Not entirely true, but easier than explaining that i’m installing lights that aren’t street legal 😉 Did i have any proof this car was mine? Well, no. My wallet was in the house. I dug out the registration for them, tho, and rattled off my name and info, which they ran through their cop-computer. At this point, they realized i was not a crook, as i had yet to try and escape – although they still didn’t want me going into the house to get my wallet. Actually, i would think as soon as they walked up and i failed to make a violent dash outta there, it would have been pretty clear. Anyway, it seems one of my neighbors had called to report someone trying to steal a car in front of my house. Obviously, once the computer declared me innocent of that particular felony, they dismissed the call and nicely went on their way. First nice cops i’ve met, actually. So on one hand i’m comforted that the neighbors are that watchful, and that if someone truly was stealing my car (with the cunning use of my own tools and an extension cord from my bedroom) that someone would report and perhaps prevent it. On the other hand, i’m not very impressed with the neighborhood busybody’s observational skills. Unusual assortment of tools aside, i’m out there washing it once a week, or rotating the tires, or opening the hood, or loading/unloading the trunk. Maybe i’m just “another punk kid” and we all look the same? Or perhaps saturday at 3pm is the busybody shift change? Or maybe this person just starting peeping out their windows at the neighbors this week, and this was their first act as resident busybody? Whatever the case, i found it pretty funny, and i’m going to be sure and perform fun, suspicious-looking activities in the future for their benefit.
After being investigated by the local authorities, i got cleaned up and accompanied Josh out for pizza, and then to the Crocodile Cafe, to listen to Mountain Con. It was a pretty good show, despite the incredible, mind-melting heat inside the club. One of the guitarists, Eric, is Kim’s sister Erika’s boyfriend. Also, Jason Thane knows a few of the band members from high school, as they’re all from Missoula. What a random, small world.
As it’s days are numbered, we’re hitting the Cloud Room this friday nite, a preemptive last bash of sorts. Come join us. Buy me a drink… or i’ll steal your car!