Welcome to the Tirade, where all your problems can be solved and life becomes as light as air on some morning breezes or dew or something.
Whatever.
Anyway, so the hot topic of the weekend has been:
Having my apartment's air conditioner break down like a busted Pinto* on the side of some lost, abandoned highway.
*If any of you readers are Pinto drivers or lovers, please forgive the analogy. You have to admit, though, the word "Pinto" is pretty funny to use in a sentence. Who the hell was the genius, you might ask, who named a car after a horse or bean? We might never know. Let's get the scientists on the job immediately. Come on, dicks, we don't pay you guys to just sit around playing chess all day, drinking Bolt colas and daydreaming about Jessica Alba's ass. Get to the bottom of this Pinto mystery, geniuses!!!
Anyway, so suddenly yesterday evening, I discovered that what I thought and hoped would be cold air blowing from my vents was actually just plain 'ole normal air. In the professional apartment business, we call this "a fan."
Some of you out there might already know that.
Anyway, so it took some time for the initial shock of this kind of thing to wear off. Here's the progression of my thoughts after getting the sad sack news that my air conditioner was busted:
1. Putting full blame on the Russians and/or aliens.
2. Thinking to myself, "Hey man, this might not be so bad. Now I'll save money on the electric bill by just hanging out naked and sleeping out on my deck under the gigantic apartment halogen security light."
3. Damn, this really sucks.
4. My God, it's already 80 degrees in here.
5. I should assemble a team of English-speaking gerbils or mice to put on some sweet body armor and helmets and send them down through the pipes on fishing line or twine string to fix this problem.
6. Okay, try not to freak out and let your blood pressure and heart rate soar beyond the safe limit. If the stress, heat and panic were to drive your heart rate any higher, you could turn into that giant, green, screaming, indestructible killing machine that could level the entire apartment complex to the ground. You've also got some DVDs you need to return to the video store, so there's not much time for that kind of thing.
7. Keep your cool. (Then I laughed at myself for making such a hilariously clever one-liner.)
8. Speaking of awesome one-liners, remember that Schwarzenegger movie, Commando? Wasn't that completely insane and awesome how he killed literally 75 men in less than 5 or 10 minutes at the end of that film? It got to the point where he really wasn't even aiming, he was just capping off shots with his machine guns and throwing random grenades while the bad mustache-wearing henchmen were just doing flips from all the explosions. Then he cuts off one guy's arm with a machete or some other sharp object, I think.
9. Anyway, forget Schwarzenegger and focus on the air conditioning problem. However, it is important to note that the bad guy in that film, Bennet, was one of the best (if not THE best) 80's movie villains of all time.
10. I mean, come on, that guy was genius! He was supposed to be Schwarzenegger's arch-nemesis and equal, yet he has these tiny little arms, a fantastic mustache and a massive beer gut underneath a chain mail vest that he wears for the entire movie.
11. Remember that awesome scene with Schwarzenegger where Bennet gets stabbed in the chest with that gigantic steel pipe and Schwarzenegger tells him to "Let off some steam" while all this steam comes flying out of the end of the pipe? Awesome.
12. Man, I love that movie.
13. Now that I think about it, Commando should be higher up on my favorite Schwarzenegger film list. I should definitely think about that.
14. I'm totally craving ice cream. Right now, I have some strawberry ice cream in my freezer and I am about to eat like five scoops.
15. Oh yeah, the ice cream made me think about this air conditioner problem again. Damn.
16. It's going to be crazy hot in here in a minute.
17. I'll open all the windows, start up the little fan and call the awesome landlord guy in the morning.
18. I should probably just take this night to reflect on how blessed I am to even HAVE air conditioning, even if it's currently busted.
19. I could also take this night to imagine what it would be like if I was actually trapped in a volcano with molten lava all around me. In fact, my very carpet is a flowing lake of searing hot magma. How the hell will I make it to the bedroom?
20. I could use these couch cushions as stepping stones over the lava.
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Anyway, so... that's more or less how it went. I guess a lot of you guys out there are saying to yourselves, "That molten lava idea sounds awesome!!!"
The others are probably thinking, "I would have called my landlord immediately."
Well let me tell you something right now, impatient people: I wasn't raised like that, yo. I kept imagining myself as a landlord guy... having a great time on Saturday night with my woman or dog or prostitute or bowling team or whatever. Then out of nowhere comes this phone call from this irate weirdo who's screaming about lava and bad Arnold Schwarzenegger movies.
If it were me, I'd probably enjoy the conversation, but my landlord is an extremely nice guy who doesn't deserve that kind of geek flack. No, I want him to enjoy his Saturday evening.
So that's what I did and why I didn't call him up then.
What will happen, readers? How will all this drama finally end? Will it ever?
Will we ever work it out as human beings? Will humanity ever find its way? Will my generation ever discover our true purpose or meaning? What will we be remembered for?
Will the scientists ever find out who or why the Pinto was named after a horse or a bean?
Time will tell, guys. Time will tell. All we can do is hope.
Sincerely,
-Bennet













