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This would be the blog of one Marshall J. Wise or "Marsh" to my friends -- it's "Marshall" to the company or others of that ilk. Anywho, this be just my thoughts and bloviations on life, reenacting, the world and other thoughtless provoking crap. Yes, I am a reenactor, yes, I own reenactor.Net... Remember: work to live, not live to work.

*(and yes, look up the word bloviate on google)

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Name: Marsh Wise
Location: Fort Loudon, Colony of Penna, United States

Hmmm, "about me" huh? It's kind of boring. I'm a truck driver hauling U.S. Mail for a Postal Contractor (I was a manager for them, but it became a misery-fest and I felt (and still do) that I was being taken advantage of... at least NOW I have time off). Reenacting Lessee, I am into reenacting... WWI, WWII and Roman. Doing the first two, I portray a German (no, I don't care one bit if you're offended), in the last, I do a 1st Century Roman impression. I find the Roman Empire fascinating. r.Net I have owned reenactor.Net (the biggest reenactor website on the planet) since 1998 and am constantly trying to make it better (for that, I really need 37 hour days). One good thing about r.Net is it allows me to meet and know a lot of really great and nice people who's knowledge just leaves me floored. How I think... Do you really care about how I think? I'm kind of a dork... If you read the blog, you'll see how I think (or don't think, if you listen to a lot of people).

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Oh the horror!

So, we went to town today. Was cool as my truck wouldn't run yesterday, resulting in my friend giving me a ride to and hither. Got home, got it to start :-) However, when we went to leave, it was running shitay! Started to die, but that was the front tank running out of gas (my fuel gauges work sporadically)... so, w/ a quick switch tot he rear tanks we were off! Of COURSE, it wouldn't shift into 3rd gear and others were not working well. Ack! Stopped, looked, etc. but HAD to get to Wally World as Wendy had to have her BP meds (you don't mess w/ that!)...

Aha!
Anyway, while talking to my friend Kenny on the cell, I took the air cleaner off and fooled w/ it. Eventually I noticed that one of the vacuum lines was off the front of the carb base. All the vacuum lines are old and crappy too -- the mechanics here look at me like I'm high on peyote when I say I want to replace them. ANYWAY, I hooked it up and it WORKED!! Turns out it was the vacuum line to the transmission shifter thingee (I forget the name of the part, but know how it works... so good enough). So... it came off the other night when I put in the new solenoid and changed the PCV and breather filters (whoops!)

Dinner and Gas (not Kent's kind of gas)
Wee came out w/ her purchases, and we went to Hosse's for dinner. A belated birthday dinner and I had charred beef of cow. And damned good beef it was! After, we stopped at Giant for some fruit and veggies and gas. Why gas at Giant? Well, w/ their card and Wee having spent over $100. there in the last few weeks, I got .10 off of every gallon!!! :-D Woohoo! The tightwad in me leaped for joy, as it was now $3.89 a gallon (WTF, when did THAT become good??) So, was that it? We came home and had a fun night? Oh HELL NO! The plot doth thicken...

The Horror, the TRUE Horror!
When we got home and were going in the house. Suddenly, Wee let's out an exclamation. Angus has puked in kitchen and it reeked... oh no, he also puked (and had diarrhea) on the couch and carpet and Zoey's dog bed. It took us well over an HOUR of blotting to remove it from the carpet completely (isn't the knowledge of Women great!?). NEVER have I had something that nasty... we had to spray it w/ cleaner and blot it up and blot it up and then spray again... and so-on and so-on. Clean now, but oh, the horror. And poor Angus, puked on the kitchen floor twice more :-(

I need to go take old sicky out -- I am sure he needs to go again. He's sick and I don't know why. Prob ate something in the yard. There's no way he'd do this in the house otherwise. He's quite finicky and will hold it for hours and hours. I feel so bad for him as he's sick and just stands there w/ his tail down and a horrified look on his face :'-(

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