Pimpin' Rides and Questionable Luggage-Towing. Also, Asshat Parking.

Three entries this week?  Man I must be really bored on a roll!

On my drive to College Station this week, I saw (and managed to take pictures of while driving with my iffy cell phone camera while no cops were looking!) the two most amazing vehicles I've ever had the pleasure to actually see on the road!
                                                             
 Pre-Pimp

Mid-to-Post Pimp












It was bizarre...like watching Pimp My Ride in real life, only they were only partially done because, sir, that is not nearly enough pimping yet.


I expect to see these cars again in a further state of pimp.   Also, the pre-pimp car was only three cars behind the post-pimp car, which was excitingly unexpected.  I was just driving along, rocking out to Queen and minding my own business, and I see pre-pimp car and think, "Well, that's kinda a sweet ride, there, love the color" and lo and behold, when I pass him, there's ANOTHER one, SAME COLOR, only with added pimpiness!  What are the chances, huh?  I wonder if they know each other.


On the subject of cars and driving, I took a picture of this minivan with rather terrifyingly-loaded plastic tubs while sitting in way-backed-up I10 traffic (it's not like I had anything better to do, like move six inches closer to my destination\...)  I mean, does that really look like a good way to transport things?  I'm not even sure they had a top rack (can't see one when you zoom in), but they didn't tie it on through the windows, so I guess that's something.

I cry for their gas mileage, though, since it was just viciously, brutally murdered.

The other day, my roommate and I went to the movies.  There's always someone parked atrociously, but usually, you can at least tell that they made an attempt (if a pathetic attempt) at parking within the lines.  Not this guy.  Oh no, not only did he park in the most assed way possible for no apparent reason, he doesn't even have a front plate, which I'm pretty sure is illegal in Texas.  (It's not a new car either since they have an inspection and registration sticker.)  I think what bothers me most is that he was so close to parking directly over the middle line but didn't quite hash it.  Also he parked crooked.  AND HE TOOK TWO TREE-SPOTS (the most important ones in summer-Texas.)  What a total asshat.



Blogger, why do you insist on cramming my awesomely laid-out posts into tiny little bodies like a fat woman in a size three dress?  I don't understand when you give me a reasonably sized Composition Box that is apparently 1.5 times the size of the actual body...why?

Old thoughts

I am both entertained and saddened by a diary entry in a long-lost journal of mine that I just found tonight.  I will reproduce it here in its' entirety and possibly also post a picture (maybe later.)

July 30/1997 age 9
Dear Diary,
I hope that when I am 27 there will still be Rinos, pigions,. TIGERS, and other animals that are endangerd and threatened today.  I hope PEOPLE will quit polutIng and cutting down Trees. I hope that the murder of Lauren K. Smither will be caught and punished but won't be killed.  I hope murders will be little. won't be often and maybe quit.  But most of all I hope people won't be cruel Dumb! or cruel.


Now, I am entirely unsure why I thought pigeons were endangered and/or threatened when I was nine, but apparently I've never liked people.  Lauren Smither was a girl in my sister's Girl Scout troop who was abducted and found dead some months later.
A later entry:

"7/20/98
This night was a scary one.  Mom might have gotten killed.  (She was in a car wreck.)"

Frankly, I'm surprised I didn't write more.  Maybe that's because nobody bothered to tell the kids what had happened until both parents came home four or five hours late.

"June 10, 2000
Commendable won in 2:00 10/3 sec in the Belmont Stakes, 10 lengths
Aptitude 2nd
Unshaded 3rd."

I guess I found the horse races on TV one day?
I'm thinking maybe my childhood was a little strange.  Then again, I also wrote "Wow! 94" in the bottom of my desk drawer, so who can tell?

ID vs Teleportation?

So I'm sitting in bed and watching Hot Fuzz (which is totally like the best movie ever) but really I'm busy typing instead of watching it, which is somewhat sad.  I'm also wondering why I'm so incredibly unreasonably ridiculously tired which, coincidentally, is why I'm currently in bed watching Hot Fuzz.
Did you know proponents of Intelligent Design often cite the human eye as an organ that could not come about randomly?  In fact, it would take only four simple steps (all forms currently present in the animal kingdom) to get from a few photosensitive nerve cells to the complex structure of the human eye.  Furthermore, this as evidence of Intelligent Design is total bunk, because any designer who would install photoreceptors backwards for no good reason could hardly be considered intelligent.  At least the blind spot makes some sense (it's where the optic nerve exits, so naturally doesn't have photoreceptors in that area.) It might be possible for the optic nerve to exit somewhere that, you know, doesn't receive sensory input, but maybe that would have caused some other problems.
Anyway, I should be studying for my physiology lab exam but I really think I'm just going to pass out when the movie is over.  I guess I don't have much to say today, but felt like blogging???
Teleportation is the best superpower.  I'd only have to get up like twenty minutes before class instead of like an hour.  I wouldn't have to drive back and forth to school every weekend.  I could go visit my sister whenever I wanted to instead of planning out a week I can take off and sit through the airport.  I could go visit Kelly whenever I wanted to.  I could make day trips to Italy and still sleep in my own bed.  Even if I could only move myself and whatever I was carrying at the time, it'd be extraordinarily useful.  I could go see musicals in New York.  Now I just need to figure out how to not land in a wall or a person or underground...

Silver Tongues on the Silver Screen?

This should never happen.  What the heck, people, did you really all grow lives outside the internet?  I am saddened by your failure to entertain me.

I'm kinda sorry that I haven't blogged in a while.  I was planning to, but there were finals, and two days later my dog died, and after that the post would have just been miserable whining about that.
Unfortunately, I'm seriously out of the habit now and don't know what to blog about.


Everybody abandoned me to my own devices today.  I made it back to that point in Geist where I suck and hate the level.  I'd gotten past it once, but I either don't know where that memory card is or it got horribly corrupted.

I am so so so so sorry that Vincent Price died.  He was on my list of People with the Awesomest Voices on the Planet.  He is survived by Sean Connery, James Earl Jones, Jeremy Irons, and Keith David (but not Suzanne Pleshette as I've just discovered.)  My list needs more women.  Ladies, step it up already!