Random thoughts thread

[Giccin]

For everyone having a bad day..

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeDd61n0Kqs"]Scary Maze Game® Reaction[Monitor Punch] - YouTube[/ame]

[serialk11r]

Well, 20 something hours and at least 10 pages later, still half of this take home final to do! 10 hours to turn in.

[Snoopyalien24]

Originally Posted by Guff

Okay, the 1.6L engines were from 1989 to 1994. The '94 model first introduced the 1.8L.

For the 1.6s, the Clutch-Type LSD was a separate option.

For the 1.8s, there was a package literally called "Popular Equipment Package" and it came with Power Windows, Power locks, some other stuff, and a Torsen LSD. I believe there was also a "Sports Package" that came with Bilstein Shocks, a spoiler, and the Torsen LSD.

You want a '94-'97 Miata. I believe there was no '98 Model year, and then '99 was the NB body style.

Interesting! Thank you!!!

I think it is the perfect car to properly learn manual (while owning it) I learned on a Ford Ranger pick-up and have driven my friend's both Mustang's. I rather learn on a low torque car than Mustangs lol

Found these 2 little guys

http://www.autotrader.com/cars-for-s...gIndex=2&Log=0

http://www.autotrader.com/cars-for-s...gIndex=1&Log=0

[AlmostMDD]

Originally Posted by Guff

Okay, the 1.6L engines were from 1989 to 1994. The '94 model first introduced the 1.8L.

For the 1.6s, the Clutch-Type LSD was a separate option.

For the 1.8s, there was a package literally called "Popular Equipment Package" and it came with Power Windows, Power locks, some other stuff, and a Torsen LSD. I believe there was also a "Sports Package" that came with Bilstein Shocks, a spoiler, and the Torsen LSD.

You want a '94-'97 Miata. I believe there was no '98 Model year, and then '99 was the NB body style.

I was pretty sure that they got a viscous LSD..

[Asterisked Accolade]

This is something i wrote (to myself) about how i want to buy wheels & tires for my car with Christmas and Winter Bonus money i'm going to get after living off of measly pay checks all year. My GF didn't like it when she heard how i planned on spending it. (I owe her $120.) This was written as though i were explaining it to a neutral party.

It feels like every time something goes right, it immediately goes awry. I get a Christmas bonus at work of $400 and expect $100-200 from Mom for Christmas. I think to myself, “Finally, I can get something for myself.”

I know I have obligations to [Girlfriend] and my Mom, I know that! But you try living your year only being able to afford trading cards and groceries! You look at your car—your passion, whatever it is—and you spend your days nearly in tears wishing you could afford to indulge in it. Wish you had the money to do what you love! Lie down on the floor of your room, bored to death because you can’t afford to step outside; to burn any gas or risk snapping your serpentine belt.

Maybe I am playing the victim, maybe so, but for Christ’s sake you begin to feel like one! When you splurge on $5 cans of plasti-dip because you can’t afford anything else—when you dream of the track and driving your car, only to stare at it in the garage, disassembled and incomplete; like having your house torn apart during an extensive renovation. Be told to enjoy that house anyway—ignore the image in your head of its completion.

Do I feel guilty for indulging in my own desire while the women who’ve helped me sit aside, as I owe them, watching me blow unnecessary (to them) hundreds on what I love? Yes! I do because I understand exactly where they’re coming from—I do! But Goddamn it, live your year too broke to enjoy yourself! Not being able to afford the happiness you once bathed in! Yes I’ll pay them back, yes I’ll make it okay—but this year has been a wasted year in my eyes! This once I wanted to get what I’ve been staring at with drool dripping from my heart all year without the money to buy.

It’s a broken record by now I know. You get it. But, I know you don’t. You never will. But it’s real, and it keeps me from wanting to even wake up when I lay down at night. It drains me of happiness and it drains me of motivation. When it’s taken, I feel hollow—it’s not good to allow a material thing to grip you in such a way, that’s true. But I can’t change human nature.

For God’s sake, I just want to feel that gratification and enjoyment again. I lust for that adrenaline and that excitement. Life just feels prison-like without it. I hope at the end of everything, that you understand.

Just for follow up, i wrote my GF the check today.

[OrbitalEllipses]

Originally Posted by AlmostMDD

I was pretty sure that they got a viscous LSD..

It was a standard Torsen diff, which are not clutch-type.

[ichitaka05]

Bored at work... these time, I wish work PC can type Japanese, so I can work on translations.

[Guff]

Originally Posted by AlmostMDD

I was pretty sure that they got a viscous LSD..

On second thought, I think you might be right.

Originally Posted by OrbitalEllipses

It was a standard Torsen diff, which are not clutch-type.

The 1.6s didn't get a Torsen. That was introduced with the 1.8 and it was an option.

[OrbitalEllipses]

Originally Posted by Guff

The 1.6s didn't get a Torsen. That was introduced with the 1.8 and it was an option.

Fully aware of that when I was shopping for a 96-97 Miata a few years ago. I meant standard Torsen not as in standard-equipped, but the default type of Torsen unit used. I don't recall clutch-types ever being offered.

[Guff]

Originally Posted by Asterisked Accolade

This is something i wrote (to myself) about how i want to buy wheels & tires for my car with Christmas and Winter Bonus money i'm going to get after living off of measly pay checks all year. My GF didn't like it when she heard how i planned on spending it. (I owe her $120.) This was written as though i were explaining it to a neutral party.

It feels like every time something goes right, it immediately goes awry. I get a Christmas bonus at work of $400 and expect $100-200 from Mom for Christmas. I think to myself, “Finally, I can get something for myself.”

I know I have obligations to [Girlfriend] and my Mom, I know that! But you try living your year only being able to afford trading cards and groceries! You look at your car—your passion, whatever it is—and you spend your days nearly in tears wishing you could afford to indulge in it. Wish you had the money to do what you love! Lie down on the floor of your room, bored to death because you can’t afford to step outside; to burn any gas or risk snapping your serpentine belt.

Maybe I am playing the victim, maybe so, but for Christ’s sake you begin to feel like one! When you splurge on $5 cans of plasti-dip because you can’t afford anything else—when you dream of the track and driving your car, only to stare at it in the garage, disassembled and incomplete; like having your house torn apart during an extensive renovation. Be told to enjoy that house anyway—ignore the image in your head of its completion.

Do I feel guilty for indulging in my own desire while the women who’ve helped me sit aside, as I owe them, watching me blow unnecessary (to them) hundreds on what I love? Yes! I do because I understand exactly where they’re coming from—I do! But Goddamn it, live your year too broke to enjoy yourself! Not being able to afford the happiness you once bathed in! Yes I’ll pay them back, yes I’ll make it okay—but this year has been a wasted year in my eyes! This once I wanted to get what I’ve been staring at with drool dripping from my heart all year without the money to buy.

It’s a broken record by now I know. You get it. But, I know you don’t. You never will. But it’s real, and it keeps me from wanting to even wake up when I lay down at night. It drains me of happiness and it drains me of motivation. When it’s taken, I feel hollow—it’s not good to allow a material thing to grip you in such a way, that’s true. But I can’t change human nature.

For God’s sake, I just want to feel that gratification and enjoyment again. I lust for that adrenaline and that excitement. Life just feels prison-like without it. I hope at the end of everything, that you understand.

Just for follow up, i wrote my GF the check today.

Damn bro, I feel for you. There is something truly mystical about cars for us. We can create such strong emotion for an object that, in reality, can give us no emotion back. But the thing is, they do. And as much as we try to keep the relationship with our car strong, there are always factors pulling us back.

But hey man, I just stay positive about. I know there will be one point in my life where I won't have to worry about any of the problems or expenses that come along with my passion of cars. I don't know when that day will come, but it'll come.

[Asterisked Accolade]

Originally Posted by Guff

Damn bro, I feel for you. There is something truly mystical about cars for us. We can create such strong emotion for an object that, in reality, can give us no emotion back. But the thing is, they do. And as much as we try to keep the relationship with our car strong, there are always factors pulling us back.

But hey man, I just stay positive about. I know there will be one point in my life where I won't have to worry about any of the problems or expenses that come along with my passion of cars. I don't know when that day will come, but it'll come.

Exactly.

And really, most of my problems would be solved if i could snag a job paying $10 and getting 40hrs/week. As an additional requirement, i have to not [absolutely] hate it. I've been job searching for months and it's been nearly impossible to find anything. However, my car will be paid off this month and that will be a strong relief. But, after the 1st of January work starts to slow down and sometimes i make about $15/week. Yeah, painful.

I used to be rich in comparison to my current situation. $12/hr 40hr/weeks, i was modding my car, saving money, paying bills, all no problem. (I'm very frugal and good with money.)

So i dunno, i just need to get a decent job is all-- it's put a strain on all three of us.

[Touge_ninja]

Omg feel like I ate too much at a buffet and now I think im going to hurl...

[SkitterSkotter]

"Life sucks, then you die." A wise native American said that to me once. I think he was right. Life is just a pile of shit and that's that. I hate having to deal with people for my job too, what a bunch of assholes that exist.

[IntotheOcean]

Originally Posted by Asterisked Accolade

This is something i wrote (to myself) about how i want to buy wheels & tires for my car with Christmas and Winter Bonus money i'm going to get after living off of measly pay checks all year. My GF didn't like it when she heard how i planned on spending it. (I owe her $120.) This was written as though i were explaining it to a neutral party.

It feels like every time something goes right, it immediately goes awry. I get a Christmas bonus at work of $400 and expect $100-200 from Mom for Christmas. I think to myself, “Finally, I can get something for myself.”

I know I have obligations to [Girlfriend] and my Mom, I know that! But you try living your year only being able to afford trading cards and groceries! You look at your car—your passion, whatever it is—and you spend your days nearly in tears wishing you could afford to indulge in it. Wish you had the money to do what you love! Lie down on the floor of your room, bored to death because you can’t afford to step outside; to burn any gas or risk snapping your serpentine belt.

Maybe I am playing the victim, maybe so, but for Christ’s sake you begin to feel like one! When you splurge on $5 cans of plasti-dip because you can’t afford anything else—when you dream of the track and driving your car, only to stare at it in the garage, disassembled and incomplete; like having your house torn apart during an extensive renovation. Be told to enjoy that house anyway—ignore the image in your head of its completion.

Do I feel guilty for indulging in my own desire while the women who’ve helped me sit aside, as I owe them, watching me blow unnecessary (to them) hundreds on what I love? Yes! I do because I understand exactly where they’re coming from—I do! But Goddamn it, live your year too broke to enjoy yourself! Not being able to afford the happiness you once bathed in! Yes I’ll pay them back, yes I’ll make it okay—but this year has been a wasted year in my eyes! This once I wanted to get what I’ve been staring at with drool dripping from my heart all year without the money to buy.

It’s a broken record by now I know. You get it. But, I know you don’t. You never will. But it’s real, and it keeps me from wanting to even wake up when I lay down at night. It drains me of happiness and it drains me of motivation. When it’s taken, I feel hollow—it’s not good to allow a material thing to grip you in such a way, that’s true. But I can’t change human nature.

For God’s sake, I just want to feel that gratification and enjoyment again. I lust for that adrenaline and that excitement. Life just feels prison-like without it. I hope at the end of everything, that you understand.

Just for follow up, i wrote my GF the check today.

Have you thought about working a second job? I really dont know your situation, but it sounds like if you could make the time-and maybe even find something you like -You mentioned trading cards? Why not a comic book store? (am I taking this too literal?)
My mom works 3 jobs and I work 2. At first it was a bitch but Ive grown use to it. It constantly feels like an uphill battle to save but I'm managing.
I dunno...just a suggesting. Like I said before, I dont know your situation-but if you can make the time, even if its just the weekends I think you might find that tiny bit of breathing room you've been looking for. :/