My 2014 Prius V’s hybrid drive system failed last month. Three weeks before the warrantee was up. I have a new battery, inverter, and motor on Toyota’s dime.
I hope you have the same luck.
Thanks, but it’s unlikely, as I bought it pre-owned. Also, I’m taking it to a non-dealership shop tomorrow. My nephew got his battery replaced there for about $1100 (I’ll be grateful if I get as good a deal). Accordingly, I’ve started action on a $2K withdrawal from my TSP account. I might see it in my checking account by next Friday.
ETA: were you the original owner?
I am. I tend to drive cars until either the doors fall off or someone else decides I need a new car.
I miss Goop brand adhesive.
It was reasonably priced. It bonded pretty much everything. It held up for years under great stress and extreme temperatures. It was thick and viscous. This made it easier to work with, easier to remove from your skin, and prevented it from simply being absorbed into porous surfaces without actually bonding anything together.
They stopped making Goop about a decadde ago. I have never found out why. I have yet to find another brand that compares.I was repairing my EtherGoggles tonight… All commercially available steampunk or mad scientist goggles are designed to be worn by people who are not already wearing eye glasses, So using scraps I had gathered over the years, I made my own goggles designed to be worn over my glasses. One of the side pieces of plumber’s strap had come loose. I finally found a stable position to leave the goggles in while the glue, E6000, set. After an hour, I checked to see how well the pieces had bonded. They hadn’t. I would have gotten better results using Elmer’s. Disgusted, I tried a liberal amount of Loc Tite. Either the Loc Tite or the combination of the two adhesives was effecive.
Update- While I was composing this post, my beloved called me. I mentioned my adhesive woes. She did a quick search (she is a wizard at web searches) and found that they are making Goop again! It can be bought on Amazon. She told me the varieties that were listed. I went with All Purpose Goop for $9.99 . It will arrive Sunday. I love that woman.
Goop was the all-purpose sneaker repair glue of the cross country team back in the day.
Sneakers might rip apart over time, but they were so perfectly molded to the contours of your feet, you just couldn’t throw them away. So, you added some goop ( and you put that sneaker into a vice ) and a few days later they were as good as new.
( Well almost; it does have a little bit of a smell. But your feet won’t be ripped to shreds breaking in new shoes. )
Ouchie!!!
I warmed up some leftovers in a soup mug the other day. Those mugs tend to get a little hot in the microwave, so I’ll either use a hot pad, or quickly grab the handle and tug it onto a plate held next to it.
But yesterday, that handle got really, really, really hot. I ran quickly to the sink and stuck my hand under cold water… .except, the water wasn’t even very cold.
I felt like a dumbass. Fortunately the pain subsided in a little bit.
Hah - proven right. By bedtime yesterday, I was feeling, well, not GOOD, but things definitely felt a little better. I didn’t sleep super well, but at least my night wasn’t a blur of groggy nonstop hacking like the previous week had been.
I’m still nowhere near back to normal but at least the slope is heading in the right direction.
I saw a breast surgeon last week, in the roughly 18 hours between norovirus leaving the premises and the cold coming on full force. I sure hope I didn’t give any of this crud to the doctor (she actually was masked as SHE was already getting over a cold herself).
the CA duty rate for mens cotton knit underwear is 18% which might account for the difference.
If I were the queen of the universe, there would be a special place in Hell, filled with mothballs, limburger cheese, rotting corpses, and smelling salts for people who wear cologne to restaurants.
It’s dropped to a bone chilling 70 degrees tonight, so some asshole neighbor decided it’s a good night for a fire. So much for sleeping with the windows open.
Back when I was working there was a woman who must have bathed in her perfume/cologne/whatever. Every so often I would enter an empty elevator and I could tell she had used it recently.
Yep, a person I work with has started using so much fabric softener (or his wife does for him) that I can find him by following the scent.
Somehow the Wisconsin Democratic party has the idea that I am a woman named Lynn who would find their text messages relevant.
I am not a woman, my name is not in any way similar to Lynn, and I have a Missouri phone number. I spent three days in Racine in 1990. That is my entire experience of Wisconsin. I pointed out their mistake to them probably 12 or 15 years ago and they stopped texting me. Now they are inexplicably back at it, except they’ve apparently sold the number to other like-minded groups so I can’t just block the one.
While I’m receptive to their messaging, I also am not going to vote for anyone in any Wisconsin election.
Well… the Umbrella Corporation Sucks…
Skype seems to have a problem. I use it to call numbers in the States and it’s quite inexpensive, but there’s something wrong and it won’t let me even log into the system.
I have a credit card on file with it, I hope the site isn’t hacked or something.
It took a while to fix, but it’s resolved.
Years ago I lived in a house with 5 other people, and one of them used a lot of cologne (and a scent I hated, at that). It was a big house and we rarely crossed paths, but I knew when he was home as soon as I walked in the door.
The crazy part was being able to track him when we went to study at the university library! We could figure out he was around, and then go find him, based on the trace smell he left behind.
We didn’t really become friends, so I never told him how overpowering it was. I was grateful to move on from that place!
Delayed Rant- Moving Men
As I have mentioned, I had to move out of my apartment in Somerton due to the discovery of large amounts of more than one type of toxic mold. I paid a company used to dealing with such things a large sum of money to de-moldify, pack and move my worldly possessions. For the most part, they did a good job. But some of the crew seem to have been more competent than others.
My lightning-inside-a-glass-teardrop lamp was packed in a box without any wraping or padding whatsoever. It broke during moving of course. I had orignally bought that lamp at a flea market in Pennsylvania. I carefully packed it and took it with me to visit family in Florida. I gave it to my niece, Sky. She was very happy with the gift and gave it a place of honor in her bedroom. Then, on January 11 2018 Sky was killed by an impatient driver. When we were dealing with her possessions, I got the lamp back. I carefully wrapped and packed it and took it in my suitcase back to Philadelphia. It survived all those trips, to be broken because an idiot didn’t think to pack a large, hollow piece of glass in anything to protect it. I was very angry and very sad,
My beloved said I should get rid of my clothes. I agreed with a few exceptions. I did not mind throwing out socks, underwear, jeans and jean shorts, and a large assortment of t-shirts. I did insist on keeping my terrycloth tail coat, my crimson double breasted Victorian laboratory smock, my brown plaid hooded cloak, and my Grandfather Herman’s army coveralls. She reluctantly agreed but insisted that I have those items specially dry cleaned. When we were outside the dry cleaners, I opened the plastic Rubbermaid bin the clothes were in. I found that the moving men had properly identified and packed the first three items. However, instead of my Grandfather’s olive drab afrmy coveralls, they had packed a green three piece suit I did not mention to them or even remember owning. As I have said on this board before, I was furious and despondent.
After Somerton, I had to take the first apartment I could find that would accept me as a tenant. It was a rodent infested, 500 foot, drafty, in a high crime neighborhood shit hole. My depression got much much worse during the time I lived there. For a few months, all my energy and willpower went into waking up in the morning to log in for work, doing my job propely and staying employed. Everything else was left undone. I did not go through any of the bags, bins or boxes in my apartment. I was not up to the task. For a long time, I was only showering or changing clothes once a week. It was bad indeed.
Now, I am in a 700 and something square foot apartment, in a much better neighborhood, with better access to more reliable public transit, a lot of stuff within walking distance, all for less rent per month. I have a new psychiatrist who swapped Abilify for Bupoprion and I am doing much better. So, today I was once again looking through the piles of bags, bins and boxes.
I am unsure why or how this stuff ended up in a bag. I am really confused as to why the two small cardboard boxes were not secured shut somehow. My Alien Dogburster model lost a leg. This is not an especially big deal. It is, as I said, a model. The leg fortunately broke off at the spot where it was glued to the torso. Once the Goop brand adhesive I ordered comes in, I can just glue it back on. It should never have happened in the first place and would not have happened if the person who packed it had been competent, but it does not seem worth getting upset over. The other box, a shoebox with the base and lid separately covered in teddy bear wrapping paper, would have been simple to keep shut. Again, no effort seems to have been taken to do so. As a result, the 1980’s Dungeons & Dragons figures that I have stored in that box for several decades came out of the box. At least one of them, the elf, was broken during moving. I just did not know it until today. I wanted to deal with the rest of the stuff in the garbage bag before I dealt with the D&D figures. I have and now it’s time to see what else those careless, brainless assholes broke.
Good News, Bad News
I just went through the shoe box. Nothing else was broken. In even better news, the upper part of the elf’s leg is attached with a neat mechanical thingy I could not repair or replicate, the lower part of his leg was attached by lining up a peg and a hole and snapping things in place. I snapped the detached lower leg back in place and the elf is once again ready to fight the forces of evil.
In bad news, for a long time I have had problems with the touchpad on this laptop. The cursor will jump around, things will get accidentally highlighted and then erased if I do not notice in time. I had though the problem was that with my low manual dexterity I was accidentally bumping the touchpad with some part of my hands while typing. Now, I am not sure. Twice in the last seven days the touchpad and the two buttons below it have simply stopped responding. Since both times were not during work hours, I simply unplugged the mouse from my work lapop and plugged into this one. This is not a workable long term solution of course. I often surf the web on this laptop while working on my work lapop. I need to either find out what is wrong with the touchpad (is it a hardware or a software problem?) and fix it, or get another mouse to use with this laptop.
Dear Ebay seller(s): If you want me to buy your video game (any product really), there is a minimum number of simple and obvious steps you should take.
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Indicate if it’s been tested or not and disclose the results.
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Take pictures of functional parts: CD surface, pins, connectors, ports, damage, grime. Generally I don’t care about the box or manual, just the functional parts.
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In the user description, don’t merely copy and paste the company tag-line for the product. Yes, I’m aware I can Immerse myself in a classic role-playing game for the Sony PlayStation 1 with a huge, open world, deeply developed characters, challenging game play, and innovative combat system. That’s why I’m here. Describe how the game looks and functions, not game play. I mean, I guess it’s fine if you tell me what a wonderful game it is and its features, but please also include its performance and any imperfections.
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Don’t show me stock pictures or substitute a product after the sale. I want the pictured product and if it’s a stock picture, please indicate that and tell me why you can’t show me pictures of the actual product.
I’ve never sold a product on Ebay, but if I did, the above would be the minimal, logical things I would do to convince people to buy my product and not complain about it later. It’s annoying how so many people don’t do any of it, or only some of it.
Facebook now has the Meta AI Comment Summary. I was right in the middle of hating it, and of hating that there’s no obvious way to turn it off, when I hit one of those irritating posts that deliberately have titles that cut off before they get to the point.
The summary gave the topic away. I’ve learned not to click on teaser titles, but the way they hang annoys me. So the summary cancelled my annoyance at the teaser. Doesn’t even matter if the summary is correct.
I may to back to hating it. But screw teaser titles.