Random Nuclear Strikes

Hello, Ulthar here.

Sorry to interrupt things at a human website but I have to vent a bit and I thought that this might be a good place to do so.

Anyway, it seems as though my Chief of Staff and his assistant have invited eight more humans to share my living space. I’ve heard that they’ll be here for a week, but since I have no concept of time, I don’t know how long that is going to be, but it is currently feeling like forever.

I’m sure that he has told you that five of these new humans are still in the “kitten” age range. Getting to my private cafeteria, as well as the Executive Bathroom, is like running a gauntlet of small hands all wanting to squeeze and pull. In fact, just this afternoon I had to give one of them the business end of my hand blades.

Thankfully though, I have a semi-intelligent staff who finally moved my Cafeteria and Bathroom to the upper floor of the suite.

The dogs, dumb as they are, are in heaven with the presence of the “invaders”, as I’m liking to call them. Oh sure, the Assistant made sure that their refuse was cleared from the rear yard area before the visitors arrived, but that hasn’t stopped the dogs from repopulating it with little surprises for the humans to step in.

Once these new humans leave those dogs will pay for their not being able to contain them to one area like civilized animals. Oh yes, they will pay dearly.

Well, that is enough from me. For now. I’m going to see what kind of damage I can cause the young ones while they sleep. I’ll trying jumping and landing on their heads tonight. I’ve watched the large human login enough times to learn his password and I learned to type in the womb, why do you ask?

Caio.

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Note to self #1: Make sure the Chief of Staff takes a more flattering picture of me in the future.

Note to self #2: Don’t forget to kill some birds this summer in the rear yard area. Not as a gift to the humans. Just for entertainment.

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P.S.: Thank you for visiting the various “LOLCats” sites. We cats do not have anything for our “Special Olympians” to do to earn their keep and the ads on those sites pay for their food and staff costs.

Unsurprisingly, after 180 hours with the new truck, I’m still quite ecstatic about my purchase.

I’m nearly done with the week long “drive everywhere” experiment in an attempt to get a fuel mileage baseline. I’ll be filling him up later today, but if the gauge is any indication, I’m getting approximately 18mpg in mixed driving (1/3 city, 2/3 hwy). Not bad considering that Bull weighs in at just under 7000lbs without me behind the wheel.

I dropped Bull off at the shop of the trusted mechanics for a front to back/top to bottom/inside and out inspection, which he passed with flying colors. They found one defect in the drivers side valve cover gasket causing me to leak about a teaspoon’s worth of oil in 300 miles. The appointment for the fix (under warranty) is already set up.
I’ve already stated to The Wife that I cannot wait to get a ton of pellets in the bed and see what it feels like to have some weight in the back.

I’m not sure whether the temperature was just right or if I perfectly hit the shift point, but Wednesday morning on the way home from work I got rolling with 1st and 2nd gears and then shifted into 3rd only to find that The Hand of God had decided to help me accelerate onto the freeway.

I’ve driven many a forced air intake vehicle, but watching the speedo and the tach needles parallel once again was exceptional. Again, this is 3.5 tons moving from 30mph to 70mph as fast as the engine can rev twice.

A number of the guys at work have already started asking me when I’m going to be upgrading Bull’s powertrain. My standard answer is “later”. Having 500ftlbs of torque at the rear wheels is plenty for now. The guys with automatic transmissions pay big bucks to get that through their slushboxes, which when they get hit with that much power turn their internals into Pasta Roni because they’re not engineered for it (and why I didn’t and wouldn’t by a used diesel automatic).

Right now, I’m just suffering from a minor lack of information: Like a Pyrometer to tell me my exhaust gas tempurature so I know when I’m working the turbo too hard. Or even a boost gauge to tell me how much pressure I’m putting into the cylinders via the turbo. So I’ll probably get those first, plus a fuel pressure gauge and a trans temp gauge. None of that silly A-pillar mounting of gauges for me. I’ve got an acre of dashtop and room for a quad-mount above the rearview mirror.

Then and only then, I’ll have a sit down with the folks at Gale Banks. Though I’ve already decided to include an engine brake when I get the intake/exhaust installed, for the full-on Peterbilt sound.

Life is good.

Today will see the arrival of eight members of The Wife’s family from Big Sky Country, with five of them being 12 years of age or under.

Posting from me may be light throughout next week, though it all depends on just how out and about they all are (this is their family vacation and we’re acting as home base). Either way, don’t get downhearted, David says he’s got a decent amount of stuff lined up.

So until tomorrow AM, I’m off childproofing Firebase Blue in preparation of fifty little fingers.