I blazed through the dishes, despite it
being a chili night and everything I said earlier about tomato-based
dishes.
If I thought the gas here was bad
before, Chili Night must be the most ill omen in The Great Book of
Ill Omens. He who reaps the chili will reap the chili winds.
Part of why the dishes went so well is
because I had Future Octavio come in to help. Future Octavio looks
like the forty-year-old version of my friend Octavio.
When I mentioned earlier that Wagner
had a lot of radio components, I wasn't kidding. As it turns out, he
and Tosh are kind of close friends. I saw them carting some stuff in
while I was in the lobby after doing the dishes. It turns out that
Wagner had scored “a few” radio parts from a dealer somewhere in
town and they were unloading them from his car.
I like both of those guys and it
sounded like an opportunity to do something cool, so I volunteered to
help. There were radio parts two boxes deep in every surface of
Wagner's car except for the driver's seat. Then he opened the trunk.
It was a dazzling amount of old radios, resistors, circuits,
transformers, and a couple of things I couldn't identify.
I talked with Wagner a bit about it
while striking up a conversation with Tosh about Star Trek. Tosh
likes Voyager, but if it's one good thing I can say about Star
Trek (2009) it's that it makes liking Voyager more endearing than
grating.
Wagner's hard for me to get a handle
on. I know I use words like “good guy” and “nice” to describe
people fairly often, but Wagner is a good guy. Like me, he's a bit
weird, but he's just a slightly different type of weird.
Oh, and everyone made a joke about how
we're building a time machine.
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