Gonna be the future soon...
Warning: the inner monologue is running rampant
I need to learn/memorize/create a cheat sheet for all things blogging. And by that I mean lj cuts. Also, am in need of time to research where to launch my mechanic blog o' doom.
Mechanic blog o' doom you say? Yes, I say.
Right. So here's the plan. Upon moving to Colorado I'm going to learn to be a mechanic by either:
a) enrolling in the auto mechanics program at Red Rocks Community College
b) throwing myself through the open garage doors of some unsuspecting mechanic and beg for them to let me apprentice with them
c) some combination of a and b
The end result will be to combine the skills learned as a mechanic with my 4-years of college etc. writing skills to have a blog on car maintenance catered toward women. Of course it would be helpful for menfolk too.
But when you get right down to it, I think the problem that ladies have with cars is mostly because we've been told from the time we plunked Barbie down in her pink convertible that all we need to know about our cars is that we belong behind the steering wheel. Even if you played with Matchbox cars and raced them down the steps on a makeshift ramp, the basics behind how your car works are presented as enough to get you by.
Yet, how often is it that women comment about the fact that they feel as though they've been taken advantage of by their mechanics? So here's my argument: the presence of boobs does not imply an ignorance about cars, just perhaps a disinterest because it's never been presented in a tangible manner.
Thus, I'm going to learn and write Car Talk for Chicks...except without infringing on Click and Clack's territory because what they do, they do well...they just won't be around forever.
In other news:
-Visit to Colorado was relaxing and lovely and altogether too short.
-My hours might be cut at Kinko's which means both Sundays AND Saturdays off.
-House hunting is very both frustrating and daunting.
I need to learn/memorize/create a cheat sheet for all things blogging. And by that I mean lj cuts. Also, am in need of time to research where to launch my mechanic blog o' doom.
Mechanic blog o' doom you say? Yes, I say.
Right. So here's the plan. Upon moving to Colorado I'm going to learn to be a mechanic by either:
a) enrolling in the auto mechanics program at Red Rocks Community College
b) throwing myself through the open garage doors of some unsuspecting mechanic and beg for them to let me apprentice with them
c) some combination of a and b
The end result will be to combine the skills learned as a mechanic with my 4-years of college etc. writing skills to have a blog on car maintenance catered toward women. Of course it would be helpful for menfolk too.
But when you get right down to it, I think the problem that ladies have with cars is mostly because we've been told from the time we plunked Barbie down in her pink convertible that all we need to know about our cars is that we belong behind the steering wheel. Even if you played with Matchbox cars and raced them down the steps on a makeshift ramp, the basics behind how your car works are presented as enough to get you by.
Yet, how often is it that women comment about the fact that they feel as though they've been taken advantage of by their mechanics? So here's my argument: the presence of boobs does not imply an ignorance about cars, just perhaps a disinterest because it's never been presented in a tangible manner.
Thus, I'm going to learn and write Car Talk for Chicks...except without infringing on Click and Clack's territory because what they do, they do well...they just won't be around forever.
In other news:
-Visit to Colorado was relaxing and lovely and altogether too short.
-My hours might be cut at Kinko's which means both Sundays AND Saturdays off.
-House hunting is very both frustrating and daunting.