Squirrel Thoughts

First of all, I apologize to all you loyal Squirrel Thoughts readers for my lack of blogging the past week. I’ve been busy/mildly stressed out about other things, which I may or may not write about in the future. (All right, I realize that probably sounds sketchy, but it’s not, I swear. It’s just not something I can post on the Internets right now. OK, that still sounds sketchy, but I promise it’s nothing illegal or anything.  You’ll just have to take my word for it.)

Anyway, let’s get on to the hot topic at hand: my boyfriend’s obsession with “Battlestar Galactica.” I really wish I had better news to report on this, but unfortunately, I don’t. He’s officially an addict. There hasn’t been one evening this week when I’ve come home from work and he wasn’t watching it. (Some of you may quibble over the fact that it’s Tuesday, but that doesn’t make it any less accurate.) Over the weekend, he even forwarded me his e-mail from NetFlix confirming that the next disc would arrive on Monday. And he’s still on the first season.

Mmm… Cylon toast.

Now, in case you still aren’t sure just how geeky BG is, I’m posting the show’s description from the little NetFlix sleeve I found lying next to the DVD player:

“Join Adama (Edward James Olmos) and Laura (Mary McDonnell) as they lead a ragtag fleet of human survivors (from the destroyed colonies of Kobol) in search of a mythical planet called Earth. But beware, the robot race of Cylons is in hot pursuit… and it seems nothing will stop them… Dun dun DUN!” (OK, I added the duns for dramatic effect, but the rest is verbatim.)

Hey, hey, wait a minute, guysh. Thish show ish about a ragtag fleet of human shurvivors from the deshtroyed coloniesh of Kobol? I had no idea! SHWEET!!!

Wait… no. I want nothing to do with that.  But I do, by default. My only hope now is to keep making fun of Zach on my blog and shame him into not watching the show. Unfortunately, Zach is not easily shamed, so I’ll have my work cut out for me. Frak.

I know all (six) of you who read this blog have been waiting with bated breath for me to follow up on my car alarm situation, so I apologize for the delay. But I have great news!

Monday morning, I took my car to Aspen Sound in Missoula. They open at 9, but I got there a few minutes early, so I had to wait in my car, anticipating the embarrassment I knew was coming. I could see the employees arriving and going in the store, and I’m sure I looked suspicious from the get-go, since I was just sitting there, like a creeper.

Haha, get it?

So, 9 o’clock rolled around, and I managed to get out of my car rather calmly, considering all the aforementioned hullabaloo it took to complete this simple task. Cars on Broadway whipped by, but not before I could spot the puzzled looks on the drivers’ faces.

When I walked into the store, I double-checked that they install car alarms as well as stereos.

“We sure do.”

“How about dis-installing them? Do you do that too?”

“Yeah, it sounds like that’s what you really need, huh?”

“Wow, how’d you guess…”

(At the time, I sounded much more witty and charming than it seems here. Trust me.)

I explained the situation (and found out that the alarm actually came with the car. I’z get confused somestimez), then I handed over the key.

“Well, we’ll see what we can do.” This did not sound promising.

I left the good ol’ Jetta with them and caught the next bus to my office. When I came back after 5, I was pleasantly surprised to find that they were able to disengage the alarm. Yay! No more looking like a spaz when I get out of the car! (Well, maybe I shouldn’t go that far…)

The problem isn’t completely solved — all the doors still lock when I turn the car on — but the damn alarm doesn’t activate anymore. And, the guy who worked on it switched the broken manual lock on the driver’s side door with one from the back — I can actually pull it up now! (So if you’re ever in the back of my car and we get in a fiery crash and you can’t get out because of the broken lock — bummer.)

Anyway, the moral of this story is, in essence: Don’t trust Germans. Ever. (Sorry, Germans.)

My neighbors and I are getting pretty tired of this car alarm that keeps going off on our street. They’re tired of it because it’s loud and obnoxious and seems to go off at random intervals throughout the day. I’m tired because it’s coming from my car.

My neighbors are probably writing a similar note at this very moment.

Before I explain further, you should probably learn a little background on the car: I (OK, my parents) bought it used about five years ago, and whoever had it before installed an alarm, so I don’t have a key chain alarm thingy  or manual or anything for it. It usually just turns on when I lock the car from the outside. It’s caused me a few problems over the years, but it’s never been a huge issue. Until now.

For some reason, when I got in my car and turned it on yesterday, all the doors locked and the alarm activated.When this happens, there’s only one way out, because if the the alarm is activated, I can’t unlock the doors by pressing the buttons. At this point, getting out of the car involves a) freaking out, because I’m locked in this damn car with no way out, followed by b) pulling up the manual lock, which sets off the alarm. I then have to get out of the car and turn the key in the driver’s side door, since that’s the only way I know how to turn it off.

Now, this wouldn’t be overly obnoxious if I could just get out of the driver’s side door and turn it off. But I can’t. The top of the manual lock on that door broke off, so I can’t pull it up when it’s locked. So I have to lunge across the the passenger side, pull up the lock — which triggers the alarm and a full-swivel panic in me — push open the door, jump out, try not to eat shit on the ice, avoid making eye contact with the neighbors, who have gathered on their porches to give me the death glare for the gazillionth time that day, scurry across to the driver’s side door and turn the key in the slot to make it stop.

To better illustrate this, I had Zach record a video of me in action.

Now, anyone who’s had the privilege of hearing me complain about it lately knows I’ve had several issues with this car, and I’m getting tired of throwing money at it. But as  you can see, this is a problem. I usually take the bus to work, so I’m not completely dependent on it, but it’s really just embarrassing to go anywhere in a car whose only exit strategy is that.

Since I don’t have a manual for it and know nothing about cars, I’m going to take it to a place that installs stereos and alarms tomorrow, and hopefully they will take a look at it and figure out how to disable the damn thing. If my neighbors don’t destroy it first, that is.