No Fear? Get Real.

[sisabet]

I have contacted my landlord. Well, kinda. I couldn't find his number (it is in my roll-top desk. I know this, except *everything* is in my roll-top desk. I actively *fear* this desk) so I wrote him a letter and mailed it at lunchtime.

So yay. Yesterday I checked my unit outside and it was running and the fan was spinning. I changed the filter and I did everything I know to do and no dice - the place was hotter with the air running and the windows closed than it was, you know, all old-fashioned like - so I wrote a letter. A very nice letter in which I posit that I am just in need of freon.

So far in the body of this post I have admitted directly fearing a desk and indirectly fearing my landlord. I sometimes think that if I were to list all of the things in the world that frighten me, I'd run out of time. Oh, that scares me! I think a list of things I am not frightened of would be fairly short.

I'm not scared of puppies. Or full-grown puppies. Well, most. Snarling dogs, I have a healthy response toward. Cats I don't fear unless, you know, I should. There are cats that need to be feared. I respect that.

I'm not afraid of sushi. I'm not afraid to drive fast, I just choose not to do so because I am an adult who respects the rules of the road. Unless I am listening to, like, the Dropkick Murphys or something. Then I can't be responsible (my engine is supercharged, y'all. Sometimes I can't help it!)

I am not afraid of the Big Bad Wolf. I do fear pigs. Well, not so much pigs as hogs. Oh, and boars. Did you see "Beyon the Thunderdome"? That was not all made up - pigs are viscious creatures (or can be). When I was little and watching "The Wizard of Oz" my daddy would always wait for the part where Dorothy is walking on the hog pen railing like a balance beam - and singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow"- and he'd always threaten to wear us out if he ever saw us doing something as stupid as that. Not that we kept hogs. No - we didn't (cause they will keeel you). We didn't keep chickens either and while I have no active fear of chickens, they do tend to make me nervous. They are just so shifty eyed, y'know? Don't get me started on Canadian Geese and Swans - evil and vindictive and they will as soon see you dead as look at ya.

I do not fear Diet Mountain Dew. Not at all. I have the opposite of fear for Diet Mountain Dew. I completely and whole-heartedly and without reservation am open to the Diet Mountain Dew. If it was possible to have a symbolic ceremony in which I would pledge my faith and trust in anything - it would be with Diet Mountain Dew.

I don't fear... well, man. I am running out of things I don't fear.

::looks around desk::

Staple removers? Terrifying. Telephone? Lord, help me. Ibuprofen? Can tear apart your insides. Auto claims? Only scary if you don't want to know a 1001 ways to wreck your car.

Ohh - a small tube of Aveda Hand Relief cream fills me with no sense of impending dread. YAY. Also, while I am certain it is possible to become seriously injured by a scotch tape dispenser, I am very fond of mine. It is burgundy and full of sand and was the very first thing at this desk I broke. Memories!

Paperclips can go either way. I just don't trust them. Oh! Highlighters! They may be evil, but I just don't care ::hearts::

Post-it notes start off all nonscary but before you realize it they have take over! They are like Tribbles only note-y. Also, there is the whole Reaper aspect of post-its, although that could technically be just a Rube thing and Rube things should not be scary.

My rolodex. We have a complicated relationship - half the time I just don't get what it is trying to tell me and half the time I need something it just doesn't have. But - when we are in sync - everything is groovy. So, I don't know that I have any fear toward my rolodex, although I do think we are unhealthily co-dependent.

The world is a big scary place. No wonder I hunker down so much.

::ducks and covers::

Comments

[luminosity]

Cows. I'm afraid of cows. And the dentist. But cows top the list. I don't know why.

[heresluck]

Dropkick Murphys! Whee!

[jackiekjono.livejournal.com]

Odds are you don't need freon.

If the condenser (the outside part) gets hot and the evaporator (the inside part) gets cold, the AC part is probably just fine. That means your fan is busted. Maybe it needs to be oiled, maybe the motor is shot.

If the compressor is getting hot (in most models, it's the little round thing that makes all the noise and isn't a fan) but nothing else is happening, you most likely have a blockage in the line.

If you can hear the fan blowing but the compressor is cold, your compressor motor has cut out.

Air conditioners don't run out of freon unless they have developed leaks. The freon just keeps going around and around in circles forever, evaporating and condensing, evaporating and condensing.

Of course, you could have developed a leak which means there isn't any freon in your air conditioner which means it wouldn't work. It's just the least likely thing.

Not that you need to know any of this, but sometimes it's nice to impress repair guys with a little knowledge.

And I still remember a few things from HVAC school.

[marcee12.livejournal.com]

What about A/C in a car? What if it's blowing and sometimes it gets cold - but most of the time it's just blowing um... car-temperature? What then? Huh? Huh?

[jackiekjono.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not a car perso,, but the same basic set of rules apply. The only difference is that cars tend to vibrate a lot which means they are more likely to develop leaks. Then again, because they are more likely to leak, cars have to use crap-ass blended refrigerants that have a tendancy to seperate and turn into liquid which may or may not settle in your compressor so that when it starts up, it tries to compress liquid which doesn't work and makes the compressor not work so well either.

Ever notice how in new cars (post-global warming) air conditioners are always the first thing to go but in really old cars (pre-global warming) the air conditioning works forever?

[jackiekjono.livejournal.com]

Of course, now that I think about it, running the air conditioner on a hot day, may not be all that good for cars. What you are doing is taking the heat out of the passenger area and shoving it under the hood where the condenser is - and the engine. I imagine that car air conditioners must have some kind of thermostat switch that cuts out the power to the compressor when it starts getting too hot for the engine. Your fan will still work, but it won't be picking up the coldness from the evaporator if nothing else is on.

[marcee12.livejournal.com]

Sometimes South Florida sucks. :P

(But I do love your doggie.)

[jackiekjono.livejournal.com]

I stole the picture from www.americanbrittanyrescue.org.

I can't have my own dog. My roommate keeps insisting that her right to breathe trumps my right to own a dog. I find this deeply unfair and plan to throw her right out on her butt - as soon as I can get the gas company to accept puppy snuggles as a form of currency.

[marcee12.livejournal.com]

How can your roommate BE so INSENSITIVE!?!?!?

[jackiekjono.livejournal.com]

She's evil. She even does Jack/Thor slash.

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

She does!

::vouches::

[marcee12.livejournal.com]

I was bored, so I was reading thru keswindhover's F-List and I found this post...
And really, I just wanted to say: ROFL!!! and BWAHAHAHAHAHA! and You're pretty funny. I like you. (and Diet Mountain Dew.)

The end. :)

[saifai.livejournal.com]

I feel ya'. Coincides with a fear post I made. I have lots of little fears too. With you on the chickens bit. Shifty eyed is a good word for 'em. The big white geese, or swans, don't like 'em. Canadian geese I can deal with (unless they sense that you have bread and go into attack mode).

Gonna have to disagree on the whole sushi thing. It's just icky.

And yes, post-it notes are not unlike Tribbles. *looks around* Definitely getting a Tribble vibe here.

You think you're irrational...well....you might be, but I am, too.

[nomadvagabond.livejournal.com]

When I was little, I was afraid of cheese. And shrimp. And pie (except lemon meringue). I didn't just dislike foods, I actively feared them, and would cringe if shown a picture visually. I've gotten over these fears, all except for onions. I can't eat anything if I suspect there might be onions in it, no matter how happily I might've been eating it before. Same with mushrooms. Am also afraid of mousetraps, but considering my "set stuff down and forget about it until I stumble across it" lifestyle, this is probably understandable.

Oh! And patchouli! I'm afraid if it touches me, I will never smell clean again. Like the Bog of Eternal Stench!

Re: You think you're irrational...well....you might be, but I am, too.

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

I fear patchouli as well!!! I actually don't fear any foodstuffs as long as they are not still squirming. Oh - I am a bit squeamish about the existence of tripe. Tripe kinda scares me.

You could lose a toe with a mousetrap. At least, it looks like you could.

[chantal87.livejournal.com]

I am an adult who respects the rules of the road. Unless I am listening to, like, the Dropkick Murphys or something.
OMFGBBQ!!!!
This happened to me last week driving while through Georgia. I was minding my own business traveling along at a suitable spend.
Then it happened..............
Rocky road to Dublin (http://s37.yousendit.com/d.aspxid=288ZPZ20GRXX70KFONKFF9QFKL) comes on and I am driving 90 miles an hour.

I think I may be a little afraid of the Dropkick Murphys now.