Drove My Chevy To The Levee...

Happy Pi Day!!!

*dances crazily to American Pie*

:)~

So Many Toys, So Little Time...

Well actually, it's probably more so little disposable monetary resources :)

You see, we recently got a brand spankin' new Nikon D90 at work for a project. I've been thinking about getting a DSLR for a while now. The D40 was what I had been plotting for, but after having some quality, umm private time with the company D90, I've decided to concur with a good buddy who's been incessantly heckling me about going "D90 dude, D90 all the way!"

Check out the attached pic... I can't believe how noiseless the damn thing is. At 1:1 pixel or hell feel free to magnify even more, it don't matter! Granted, the accompanying nikon lens helped *some*, but still, that is damn impressive.

Dang it, I still need to get a Les Paul too. And I should probably get my baby's window retinted sometimes. And also her dash - temporarily known as The Gaping Hole.

Aww, I made myself sad again. Or maybe it's need for some ultra-violence. Where's my lightsaber...

I Officially Hate Durham, NC

Last night/this morning is one of the more bizarre nights I have experienced in my short and fruntless life thus far... The recipe?

1. Start with generous portions of Stay-up-late-because-I-was-strangely-ultra-productive.

Catch up on work, readings, cleaning the apt, throwing out useless junk, relax on the guitar, etc.

All good, right?

2. Look at the clock while keep reminding myself that since I deliberately did not set the clock back one hour, I still have one more hour to goof off. The night is young, after all!

3. Falling a sleep for a little bit before being awaken by a frenzy of knocking on my door. I ignore it. It doesn't go away. Louder now, in fact. I try to look for my cell and then realizing I can only be armed with a knife at best. I quietly walk toward the door.

4. "Who is it? "Durham police" says some dude dressed like a cop in my peephole. "Can I see some ID?" "Are you Blah Blah? Your Firebird has been broekn into. I need you to come with me".

I nearly faint.

5. Turns out 5 cars in my apt parking lot were hit. They did catch the three retards responsible thanks to an apt neighbor who saw something suspicious in the parking lot and called it in. My beloved baby at first looks good.

"Still in one piece, that's a good sign", I told myself.

But then the lady with the "Forensics" jacket told me about one of the perps bleeding inside the car. I pictured the worst.

6. The actual damage - those three fucking retards apparently couldn't even learn how to properly boost a car. So they smashed my baby's driver side window to smithereen. And took... my 9 year old Alpine CD deck that was half dead. Earlier this week, I was actually thinking about getting a replacement. This was where the fuckers bled in the car - must have cut his hand(s) while ripping apart the plastic container around the CD deck.

You know, I would have seriously considered giving that CD deck to someone who needs it, much less three retards who managed to get caught not 10 minutes after they made their getaway in a camry. I asked the cops about their age. Something like 19, 21, 26. Yep, sounds like a moronic bunch.

7. Cleaning up the aftermath... gotta get a replacement window AND retint it to match the intact passenger and back windows. After an initial carefree period of shock, I think I have gone into the blinding anger stage. Not sure how you are *suppose* to go through the 4 stages of grieving, but somehow I just keep imagining breaking every bone in those fuckers bodies with my bare hands. And then shooting them in their knees.

8. Also, when I first heard the news, in my distraught state I tried to get dressed. Result? Ripping my favorite pair of jeans. It was piss old, yes. Hence the authentic wear & tear. It was just my luck that as I was preoccupied, i somehow stepped through one of those wear & tear holes and managed to rip it wide open.

So yeah, I take these a one big sign for me to get the hell out!

I've Come Undone

Boy, this All Hallows Eve sucks donkey balls.

You see, I just got the dreaded i-don't-know-how-to-say-this email from this girl I've been seeing. It wasn't totally unexpected, for some reason. I credit that to my awesome drunk-kat-sixth-sense. But it kinda sucks huge donkey balls when she tells me the issue was her ex who mercilessly dumped her but now claims to have feelings for her, again. The guy's good though... to throw this at her just when she's going through some tough breaks at work, not to mention her depression situation. I think he's just trying to mess with her head. But she doesn't think so.

Actually, I think it's working quite well. *sigh* I haven't replied her email. Not sure if I will.

In other news, I *volunteered* to work tomorrow morning due to bosswoman's kind request. Argh.. this weekend is gonna suck. Huge donkey balls. I should stop with the huge donkey balls reference... huge donkey balls have feelings too. Again, argh.

A part of me want to go kick her ex's behind. But that wouldn't solve anything. Also, at my current post-radiation weakened state, there's a distinct possibility her ex who happens to be a firefighter might kick my ass instead. Triple argh. Oh by the way, the radiation made things worse. Quad argh. Have I mentioned the weekend sucking huge donkey balls yet?

Really wish I am cleared to exercise :( I could seriously use some free weights/basketball/5k right about now.

Well, time for this drunk cat to go get drunk(er) and attempt to play awesome rock solos on my beloved strat. Sorry in advance, my apartment neighbors.

Wish me luck on waking up tomorrow morning for work!

Who Says You Can't Escape The Laws Of Physics?

I think you all would agree the hot thing right now is being "green". Green jobs, green products, green way of life. One of the things at the forefront of this movement has got to be the hybrid cars. Or in my book, the jellybean car club.

Don't get me wrong - I am a FDA-approved, USDA-certified tree hugger. I recycle everything I can, walk/bike to work, avoid turning on the heat during winter hours with my snowboarding gears, keeps my thermostat near 80F during summer days thanks to my birthday suit, and less but not least - I sometimes fantasize about cool animals like cheetahs and siberian tigers and polar bears becoming sentient and going all viva la revolucion on the humans. Preferably with friggin' laser beams attached to their heads.

But I digress. What I am trying to say is, the current hybrid jellybean car movement seems to offer an impossible conundrum - if I want to save the Earth (and the whales), do I have to drive jellybeans with skinny low-rolling resistance tires attached to their undersides?

But then inspired by the dinosaurs, who were the coolest animals ever (cheetahs and polar bears co-close-second, though), I seemed to have found a plausible answer in an automobile dinosaur - the Tucker 48 sedan.


This is a beautiful car, with sexy curves, rear-engine/rear-wheel-drive and most importantly, a third headlight smack in the middle of the front grill. Oh and it happens to be directional, too. Very sweet.

Actually, I lied. The truly most important feature of this car is its aerodynamics. With a drag coefficient of 0.27, it's still an excellently aerodynamic car. That doesn't look like a jellybean. Of course, you still need to take into account the frontal area, but still... point friggin' 27 for a 60 yr old car. Pretty friggin' impressive in my book.

I think the take home message is very clear here - dinosaurs are sexy and cool and we should do everything to bring them back to life!!!

The Curious Case of Roman Polanski

Today at lunch, my coworkers were discussing how Chicago would have been the perfect candidate for second place in the Olympic hosting bid war, and one thing led to another and pretty soon we turned to Roman Polanski.

Roman friggin' Polanski. I wonder if it's true there are actual Polanski supporters out there wishing for his unconditional release... or is it just media sensationalism at work? I mean seriously, why are we even debating his case? Because the victim wants to let it go to avoid ripping open old wounds? Or is it because he directed Pianist? This thing has me scratching my head. A rapist by any other name would be just as guilty. Or perhaps not.

Now I feel much better for skipping over Pianist back when it first came out :)

Knock Me Out With Those American Thighs

I lost another 5 lbs this week.

And nope, I am not jumping up and down with joy. Well, maybe a little for the fact that I'll have to ramp up my fried-chickin-with-ice-cream-on-the-side diet... Confused? Jealous? Both? Well you see, I recently had a little radiation therapy to whip my imperious thyroid into utter submission. Now before anyone starts showering me with generic get-well-soon comments (you were planning to, right...?), let me just say that I wasn't deathly ill or anything. Okay, maybe half-deathly. But long boring story short, I have been putting everything on hold more or less while the docs try to fix me. Sadly, that included staying up all night jamming on my strat, perusing the interweb and blogging about random stuff.

I did, however, score half dozen assorted dress shirts for like $8 each. Woohoo no more laundry!

Now where were we - ahh yes, extended sick leave. Basically, I am currently at the starting stage of feeling all-better. Just you know, minus 25+ pounds of muscle. Damn, I didn't know I had that much muscle mass... kewl! Hopefully everything will stabilize in a few weeks, and I'll be fully operational again. I haven't felt this weak/strengthless since oh probably soph yr of college. Recovery is gonna be a biatch. But I am very excited to see what kind of damage I can do once I am cleared for regular gym hours :)

Excuse me, I think my bowl of Breyer's mint chocolate chip ice cream is calling my name in a very, very sexy female voice. I am afraid I must leave you. Like now.

Oh By The Way...

I am now officially hotter than ever. Radioactively, that is. Now, should I go with spidey senses or green pecs?

GM's Money Back Guarantee = Me Get Extended Camaro SS Test Drive?

I heard that GM is offering a 60 day money back guarantee on their products. I wonder if I should drive up to the nearest Chevy dealer and ask for the keys to the nearest Camaro SS?

There's GOTTA be a catch there, somewhere... right? Well, I guess I better start googling for the nearest drag strip then :)~

Here Kitty Kitty Kitty...

BMW recently quit F1 to work on the hybrid thingie. They say quitters never win, but I think this is an excellent counterexample.


Eat that, you non-quitter-winners! I mean seriously, the specs call for a diesel-electric hybrid capable of 155mph governed top speed, better-than-Prius fuel consumption rate and a 0.22 drag coefficient that's "developed with know-how from Formula 1". Here's the official press release/cool pics gallery.

I was slightly appalled that the brunette was blurred out in one of those press photos. What, you took an entire person out of the depth of field just so we'll focus on that sweet sweet car? Never!

Oh wait... she's in focus in the other photos. My bad, yo.

But I am sure you'll agree, this car raises more question than she answers. Why does she look like a pissed-off kitty, with her ears high and eyes glaring? How many vital organs do I have to sell on the black/grey/transparent market to get one of these? Why wasn't there a redhead? BMW, inquiring minds want to know!