December 26

2:25 Felt smoke smell, went outside, only to see the sprinklers sprinkling the snow and someone drawing things on the snow of the windshield and hood of the car. Never happened before, though i suspected for a long time they are messing with my car, like last time, loosening bolts on brake calipers.

I remember a few days ago, i was really sick, went for a walk to get rid of the smoke, at the end of the alley, or the entrance of the complex, where the red car with GRU licence plate number is, there was a cop interrogating a red headed woman and a guy, both seemed a bit in trouble, for a moment i thought i should head on a different alley, but then i said to myself, how that would have looked, however, when i got close enough, the cop looked at me and got into his SUV and left, like he was afraid of me or something. 2:28/4:48 La un moment dat mă simțeam mândru și împuternicit de capacitatea de a recunoaște instant minciunile din media. Apoi, când mi-am dat seama că de fapt tot ce e în media e minciună, de multe ori cu puțin adevăr, așa, ca un condiment, totul s-a transformat într-un coșmar. Citesc, defilez paginile în jos și mă cutremur. Sunt atât de multe minciuni încât orice comentariu mi se pare inutil. Media, statele naționale, de la crearea lor pe ruinele feudalismului sunt de fapt instrumente de opresiune asupra popoarelor pe care zic că le reprezintă. Da știu, sunt idei comuniste sau dacă vreți anarhiste, dar nici unii nici alții nu au mers atât de departe, încât să admită faptul că toate figurile, uneori puțin sucite, puțin strâmbe, puțin prea pitorești, nefirești de atrăgătoare, hipnotice pentru cei care nu știu, uneori semianalfabeți pentru limba română, care apar zilnic în media sunt de fapt niște demoni de pe altă lume. Fiindcă și comuniștii și anarhiștii și orice forță politică de care am auzit vreodată au fost, sunt tot de-a lor, simulați.

O lume cu alte reguli, alte religii, alte idei, unde singura gândire e supunerea orbească într-o ierarhie străveche și care se străduie, cu mult efort și mult succes s-o mimeze și recreeze, pe a noastră. Supunere hrănită de certitudinea că dacă nu se supun, sunt pierduți. Încet, aceasta se transferă și asupra noastră, prin corporațiile lor.

Uitați-vă de exemplu la bicepșii tipei ăsteia. Pentru cine a ținut vreodată o rachetă în mână. Poate ea să servească zece mingi la rând? Sau mingea e imaginară, adăugată pe ecran prin CGI sau mă rog cum se cheamă tehnologia respectivă.

9:57 As i woke up trying to feel myself (pains everywhere, due to some sort of whole body infection) i went to make some breakfast. I was craving broccoli. In the meantime they sent the yelling kid, with another, to disturb more of the snow on my car (and this time the guy's upstairs). However, it wasn't the kids who did it last night, cause it was too late, and quiet, the snow started to stick on cars around midnight. So they doubled this one too. How is this important? How would you feel to go in the driveway in the morning to see the car has been touched by somebody else, of whom you have no idea. Change of mood for the whole day, right? Influencing, right? And last night they made some signs on the windshield, i know what it means but don't have time to explain it. So they also took it to me.

10:04/8:04 Dracula, cel mai bogat român (mi se pare normal). Cât timp va mai ține Ion Țiriacula capul de afiș în România? Un tip de demon special, posibil o re-încarnare a lui Dracula. Un "spinto tenor" al unui teatru din Ungaria, începând din 1960, probabil de origine româno-germano-evereiască, ce a devenit solist în 1963. În anii 60 a făcut naveta în SUA, se pare că a apărut ca student, șofer, iar în 1966 apare cu înregistrări ca și cântăreț de folk, înregistrări ce au avut oarece succes, dar nu cu mult înainte de "moarte", într-un accident de avion în 1973 în timpul unui turneu (probabil nu făcea față la turneu, fiindcă nu vorbea suficientă engleză) (melodiile sale încă mai apar din când în când la radio). A înviat apoi în România cu tot cu faimoasa sa mustață gay (sau de Dracula), unde era nevoie de legende în vacuumul ceaușist, iar Dracula era viu și trebuia promovat lumii, însă ca jucător de tenis, când i s-a aranjat acea finală (totul în tenis și alte sporturi este aranjat).

Pleacă apoi "în Germania" și "se întoarce în România ca om de afaceri" (cine știe unde este el de fapt, tot timpul acesta a figurat ca tenor la acel teatru). Un nume și o față cu mustață pe o bancă. Dracula Bank. Huni Credit.

11:50 All of a sudden felt sleepy though i slept enough. Went to bedroom, where Angela still sleeps, there are not filters there (Angela can't stand them), there was smoke. Went outside, one single track in the snow. All along that track, big time smoke, soil was bulged. Tried and flattened as much as i could, smoke started to disappear, went inside, then i felt how much it was actually. Now trying to air.

12:05 BTW. Could not quite figure, until today, the real meaning of the syntagm. United States of America. Thank you, Dracula.

6:33 Ok. Here it comes. Debriefing. My side of the story of this afternoon. I think i was in bed, sleeping when the guy upstairs woke me up with almost violent squeaks. I was searching desperately for my old phone with the recording app, but the storage was full and i needed to fully wake up to make some room.

So i was trying hard when i heard Angela yelling at the band of demons outside who were snow fighting right in front of our door. Some snow got into my shoes on the deck. However they left and we fell onto their secondary purpose. To get us mad and leave. However, i promised myself that i won't drive that car again until i check the spark plugs, something i've been dreading and delayings since i got it here.

Dreading because though it sounds easy (easiest job one can do at a car), it's a very complicated procedure (i'll explain later). Delaying, because car has plenty of power, or at least when engine is hot, with other problems more urgent. Needing it, because of a misfire when engine and cat cold, leading to some (minor) emission problems, especially here in the alleys with all the good immigrant people potentially exposed, which i've been pressed about in the last couple of days, the message in the snow on the windshield). Misfire that was partially due to spark plugs, partially due to squishy lifters (stuck, sticky valves due to oil present in the intake). Really hard to figure which was the cause and which the effect, misfire leading to engine vibrating and sprinkling oil in the PCV valve which in turn was making valves sticky, leading to more misfire and more vibration. Anyways. Decided to cut to the chase and do at least those.

I know for a fact that every time you remove a spark plug you have to put in a new crush washer. I found 3 of them, new, in my old stuff, and another one partially intact, but when i pulled the old ones, i decided that the quality of what i had was way inferior so i went with the old ones, against recommendations. (Spent many hours online and on Amazon in the last few days, with no success in finding some, i believe nobody is selling them because they want you to buy new spark plugs every time you remove them).

So i gathered all my strength and courage (yet another job at 35 degrees outside but mostly, heavy smoke), Angela's approval and support, and went outside. First thing first. Plenty of smoke. I went and leveled all bulges and smoke disappeared, briefly. However, it was a trick and half hour later i found two brand new bulges next to where i was working, while there was plenty of smoke for me and passersby to breath. My guess? Today it was kratom.

I pulled the first one, loose (they were all), oil on the thread (oil is an insulator, prevents the high voltage to get on the base (ground) of the plug), inserted a forceps with an unrolled ball of cotton sprinkled with alcohol inside spark plug hole (a procedure i knew from the other car), turned it 25 times (the number of turns on the thread, 20, counted by me today +5) and turned it back and it came full of oil (the spark plugs themselves where much easier to clean). I repeated that 3-4 times or until the cotton was coming out clean. Multiplied by the number of spark plugs, which is 4. Checked the gaps, on number 2, gaps was slightly bigger. Much oil was on 1 and 3, 2 and 4 where cleaner, with 4 almost dry. Made sure i did not insert any cotton in the cylinders (which would have burned anyways) (picture done again in low light with my new 2020 unlocked moto e.

Right before i was finished (until then, only the inocent was present, to sniff my alcohol), the big guysh showed. Especially the gray Toyota with modified exhaust, who sounded "all clear".

Went for a test drive, engine running smoothly, car generally hard to keep on the road. Came back, heard the clunk at the entrance of the complex, checked the brake calipers sliding bolts which were loose, but this time, loose loose like one turn loose. And i only drove the car ten miles to Wilsonville and back since i tightened them. So i decided to pull the left front (closest to entrance) to see what. When i was doing that, again in smoke (this time, from an unidentified source), the two missionaries came. Giggling and talking to selves, they climbed the stairs right above where i was, offering me the view of one black dress with white stockings underneath, slightly overweight. Ah, the sisters! said the man upstairs. But he kept them at the door, and they tricked me a couple of times to look, making me think they went inside, but no, they stayed there and i went inside and waited until they leaved. The angels that came to tame the demon, while me watching, from below?

Finally they left, and i finally torqued the two bolts, couldn't find speks, i went like above 40. Put back the wheel, was able to do it on right side without taking it off, one more test drive, more clunking, until i finally torqued the tree bolts strut to frame, again, over 40, while they were presenting real loose, after i tightened them, like for the third time, two days ago.

I always thought i had a feel for torquing, i thought i can, with a 6 inch ratchet, do up to at least 50. To make a long story short, all the bolts i tightened that way (though in a similar way i did it all my life, without a torque wrench) were loose, after a ten miles drive. Never happened to me before. After i did torque them all, a much better drive, with smoothly running engine (after doing spark plugs), with almost unnoticeable (to expert driver) delay in shifting, no feel of going with the brakes on, nothing, except some vibration on certain areas on I5 only. Got back, no more clunk, checked, bolts on calipers where still torqued as i left them. Don't know, i could be done with this car. After i check spark plugs in a week or so, to see if they don't get more oil on the threads. If so, the catch can is ready in a box.