{"id":409,"date":"2005-08-09T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2005-08-10T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=398"},"modified":"2005-08-09T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2005-08-10T06:00:00","slug":"audio-or-video","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=409","title":{"rendered":"audio or video?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Howdy.<\/p>\n<p \/>Yesterday morning, Jane walked in and told me Chico had a flat tire. After much cursing from my side of the room, we took him to the gas station to fill up the tire (it wasn&#8217;t on the rim yet, which is strange because usually I blow-out in style), then over to Tires Plus. At that point, I decided it must&#8217;ve been a sign, a gentle reminder from beeeeyonnnnd, to deal with the shit I&#8217;d been putting off.<\/p>\n<p \/>Chico really needed an oil change. I know this because he told me FILL COOLANT FLUID every time I started him up. Clearly, we speak in code. I also know that TIGHTEN FUEL FILLER CAP means &#8216;it&#8217;s hot outside and you only have a gallon left in the tank&#8217;. I&#8217;m usually really good about this stuff, but I&#8217;ve been so damn busy and out-of-town that I can&#8217;t put together a few hours to take him in for an oil change, and doing it myself parked on my street seems ill-advised.<\/p>\n<p \/>They changed his oil (with the oil I gave them, because theirs just <i>isn&#8217;t good enough<\/i>), patched his tire, and then did a 500-point inspection (or something) for $10 because the other day I had this rattling that seemed directly related to one of the pins popping out of my brakes. Remember that time I told you all how to murder me, by pulling the pins that hold the brake pads on? Yeah! Exactly.<\/p>\n<p \/>$50 later, Chico is good as newish, and I&#8217;m kind of psyched about that. Now if I&#8217;d just file that insurance claim and get his butt fixed. I don&#8217;t want to overwhelm him all at once, though.<\/p>\n<p \/>Last night, we went to see <i>The Dukes of Hazzard<\/i>. That movie was painfully stupid (as expected), and absolutely hysterical at times. When Bo said &#8216;I&#8217;ve got my BFF&#8217;, we fell out. I&#8217;m still laughing about it. Also, I&#8217;ve always had it bad for Johnny Knoxville, reckless, dangerous jackass that he is. I think it&#8217;s funny that people were mad that Daisy Duke&#8217;s character was dumbed-down, because she was pretty smart on the show. It&#8217;s not because they made the character stupid. It&#8217;s because Jessica Simpson can&#8217;t even pretend to be smart. Hello.<\/p>\n<p \/>So today, my horoscope says, &#8216;You&#8217;re going to want a record of the amazing and lovely things that are going to happen to you right now.&#8217; Dude! Tell me about it.<\/p>\n<p \/>I booked our tickets to Budapest and Prague this morning. I was so excited about it I had to go out in the hall and breathe before I made the call. We&#8217;re going November 20-27. We fly from Minneapolis to Amsterdam, Amsterdam to Budapest, take the train to Prague, then fly back through Amsterdam. The flights dropped $200 between yesterday and today. I&#8217;m so excited I&#8217;ve had to force myself to <i>not<\/i> do any research on it yet. It prevents me from paying attention to everything else.<\/p>\n<p \/>I think I have travel-related ADD.<\/p>\n<p \/>I had more, but my plans have snuck up on me again. I&#8217;ll be back!<br \/>Jenni<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Howdy. Yesterday morning, Jane walked in and told me Chico had a flat tire. After much cursing from my side of the room, we took him to the gas station to fill up the tire (it wasn&#8217;t on the rim yet, which is strange because usually I blow-out in style), then over to Tires Plus. &#8230;<a class=\"post-readmore\" href=\"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=409\">read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-409","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/po9qt-6B","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/409","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=409"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/409\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=409"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=409"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=409"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}