9:47 AM Szia!
2:40 PM Went under the car and took a picture with the position of the filter after i tightened it last night. It never leaked so much and last time i tightened it more than ever before and it was loose more than 1/4 turn.

Judging by the position of that printout it looks like the filter is in a 1/4 more advanced position which means the rubber gasket itself gives in (softens, gets corroded by some oil additive) and was happening to a lesser extent with OEM filters and Quaker State synthetic blend oil. Now i use STP and Castrol synthetic blend. Could it be the late filter gaskets are not designed to resist this type of oil which is a mix of synthetic and the old mineral type.
3:35 When i was outside to take the picture which meant laying next to the car and sticking the phone under for about 30 seconds, ten different fully integrated and totally coordinated allegoric scenes unfolded.
One of them was (a new version) of veteran's daughter who passed looking emotional (red in the face) as i was waiting on the porch for her to pass so i can go at the car, and since i have to go and put the new stickers on, she is watching me from a distance while talking on the phone (they were not here for months), first entrance of building D.
After a similar scene, while i was working at the car, a version of many of the veteran, the only common part is they are all shaven in the head, came and started to yell at me to quit following his daughter.
3:35 When i was outside to take the picture which meant laying next to the car and sticking the phone under for about 30 seconds, ten different fully integrated and totally coordinated allegoric scenes unfolded.
One of them was (a new version) of veteran's daughter who passed looking emotional (red in the face) as i was waiting on the porch for her to pass so i can go at the car, and since i have to go and put the new stickers on, she is watching me from a distance while talking on the phone (they were not here for months), first entrance of building D.
After a similar scene, while i was working at the car, a version of many of the veteran, the only common part is they are all shaven in the head, came and started to yell at me to quit following his daughter.
3:55 Went and took two more pictures. One showing the sticker with the year on my front LPN got somehow erased. One showing the contaminated debris from Apt.3 in the garbage. By the sound of it, they were thrown, intentionally, very hard, dislodging the irritating dust from them.
I made a few steps into the battle zone. A chocking smoke suddenly appeared. An Asian woman acting Latina was taking pictures of the bushes. A similar guy with a hoody gave me a terrified look. Came and measure16-21-11 is the combined PM1, PM2.5 and PM10 index but the smoke is less on this side of the building.
Yeah i got the new stickers (paid 361 bucks yesterday for them at DEQ Sherwood) but wanted to post this one first. A justifiable crime since they want to catch me riding dirty.
3:20 Talking about European/Asian mixture. I have a feeling i saw this guy recently, maybe here at the building. And this one too. He is 6'2 tall.
4:30 We're eating. Jesus started the dreaded black BMW. Upstairs, bass and drums and stomps. Dragging heavy objects etc..
5:45 I went to smoke first time after about 48 hours. A man and a woman with a cap, face down, so i won't see its face most likely Asian, came with a dog which turned its back on me and then peed next to hydrant. It was a provocation i thought to myself and did not say nothing cause i know they have something ready in their mind to say back.
Then i realized two things. It was design to cause rage and subsequent nose inflammation, difficulty breathing combined with smoking, after the recent heart episode. It was a she dog that peed and that gave me a dose of pheromones. Will see later in the evening cause we're just living for Chinook Winds.
I also added the missing oil (after i re-tightened the filter earlier)
6:08 After they tormented us for the last hours, they came at the car in the same time with us so i just came back to write this.

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