do you have a joystick? - 04/17/04 16:21:10 CDT
White Stripes - White Blood Cells
Here's the next game in the old game series: Thexder. This game on our old Tandy 1000 was pretty cool, I thought - it had wonderful 4-channel music (which unfortunately seems to be lost forever, as it only plays single tones on the PC speaker now). Some of the levels were really interesting, as well. I was severely disappointed when I got to the end, though. After all that work!!
which OS are you? - 04/17/04 16:08:22 CDT
- Master and Commander Soundtrack
I was a little surprised at this, but upon reflection it seemed appropriate.
thothware - 03/06/04 16:17:11 CST
- Myst Soundtrack
"Durandal's last instructions were for us to reactivate a dormant Sph't AI..."
- Marathon 2:Durandal
I was digging through some old 5-1/4" floppy disks a while back and found one full of games we used to play on the old Tandy 1000 EX. Yes, those were the days. (I still have the daisywheel printer from that system, works great.) Anyway, for some reason playing these antique games from 1986 reminded me of the scene from Marathon 2 where you have to reactivate the ancient computer. I can't believe any of this stuff still runs under Windows XP, but they do, sometimes really super fast. Anyway, I'm gonna post one every now and then for my faithful reader(s). Here's Spacewar by B. Seiler, which we played to the point of epilepsy when we were kids. Too bad the opening credits run so fast, because I always thought they were pretty cool. More to come, although this one is probably the best...I wish someone would port it to Linux.
knoppix is good pix - 03/03/04 18:07:52 CST
Charlatans UK - Us and Us Only
Es ist keinerlei Installation auf Festplatte notwendig. Auf der CD k�nnen durch transparente Dekompression bis zu 2 Gigabyte an lauff�higer Software installiert sein.
-http://www.knopper.net/knoppix/index.html
I'm running Knoppix at the moment, quite impressed with it actually, and debating what to do about the server. Does it get FreeBSD, SuSE, Gentoo, or what, and once I've decided that, then the fun's just starting. EVMS, neoMail, PHP5, mySQL 4.whatever, oh yes! and the projects that will ensue are mind-boggling. Of course, I don't have the time to do any of this anyway, slaving away at Dell, but at least it gives me something to think about to take my mind off urine-soaked computers. Someone must have been quite upset that day.
resolution revolution - 01/02/04 16:49:35 CST
White Stripes - Elephant
The more I watch, the more I learn...
- Course of Empire
It's a new year, and I have no resolutions. I've decided that if it's not important enough to be on the list already, then the hell with it - my life's too cluttered already. The list is long and daunting - get rid of junk, fight the black dog, and make things work, beginning with my laptop modem and ending with the Fiat. Nothing new here...just resetting the trip meter and reloading the Matrix.
grind - 12/17/03 18:31:44 CST
The Crystal Method - Legion of Boom
This is not my idea of a good time.
-Garbage
It's winter again. Promises to be dreary this year, what with me working 60 hours a week and the lack of anything exciting happening. I did get Linux installed and running on my laptop, so that was rather exciting. Hooray for me.
home alive - 08/16/03 14:06:37 CDT
- Tomb Raider 2 Soundtrack
You told me not to drive,
But I made it home alive,
You said that only proves that I'm insane.
-Billy Joel
Just took a long trip to Georgia to see my brother, then down to Florida to see a friend of mine down there. The Mercedes performed admirably, aside from a couple of small, easily repaired mechanical problems and a leak that kept flooding the floorboards when it rained. And did it ever rain. Rain-X is wonderful stuff. Anyway, I got to see the South, just about all of it there is. Ten days and three thousand miles later, here I am home again, well-exercised, in time to save a couple of babies and then get my wisdom teeth pulled. No good deed goes unpunished, while many bad ones escape notice.
Work 01 - 07/12/03 13:23:32 CDT
Front 242 - Front By Front
If it keeps on rainin levee's gonna break...
-Led Zeppelin
Ever had one of those moments when an unexpected confluence of events brought on a strange euphoria? No? Well, you're missing out. I got my first real consulting gig yesterday. There's a hurricane coming, and the sky is starting to look a little disturbed. I am sampling the latest batch of beer. The air conditioning in the Mercedes is finally working. My first load of inventory arrived yesterday. Maybe it's just the beer, but the excitement of actually having some real brain-work, the chance of some foul weather to enjoy, knowing that the last batch wasn't a waste of time, being able to drive while being blasted with cold air, and having a pile of computer parts to play in makes life a little more exciting.
bear, bear! - 06/26/03 12:03:17 CDT
REM - Document
Josh, My friend A____ is even more of a princess than I am, and wants to know if there are any hotels nearby. Think you can help her?
a mystery - 04/08/03 01:24:54 CDT
Autechre - Incunabula
This is unexpected...like squirt from aggressive grapefruit.
Charlie Chan
In the mail today was a Priority Mail box, and upon first seeing it, I thought it had been delivered to the wrong address. Then I realized it had actually been returned to me. I couldn't remember sending a box like that recently, though. Then I looked at the postmark - it was sent August 2, 2002, over eight months ago.This was pretty strange, and I had no idea what was in the box, other than it must have been something I sold on Ebay since I did not know the addressee. I took it back in the house and opened it (somewhat gingerly), and inside was a circuit board that I had sold and long since forgotten about. I'm sure I was paid for it, since I sent it - what happened to the buyer? He obviously never received it, yet I had had no further contact from him, much less any complaints.
I've been reading old Charlie Chan mysteries lately, so, being in a detective frame of mind, I examined the box which held my only clues to this mystery. Where had it been hiding for the last 8 months? There was a stamp from the post office above the crossed-out address: "CMDA REFUSED". The addressee's name was written in marker on the end of the box. A quick Google search revealed that CMDA stood for Commercial Mail Delivery Agency, and there were several businesses listed using the same there - so it's most likely a mailbox rental place. That's probably why the name was written on the box, to aid in sorting. I was unable to dig up anything about the address, but it seems likely that the buyer had rented a mail box, and then either cancelled it or stopped paying his rent. I tend toward the latter theory, since it would explain the eight-month limbo this package apparently endured before returning to its point of origin - the coffee table in my den. Well - mystery mostly solved, I guess. Sorry it wasn't any more exciting.
screaming temporal doom! - 03/05/03 16:32:58 CST
Front 242 - Tyranny >> For You <<
hell yeah
 |
YES! you are ZIM! As an elite Irken Invader your aim is to prepare Planet Earth for the approaching invasion armada by laying waste to the horrible... stink... people... things that inhabit it. You hate human affection, |
ice pirates - 02/25/03 21:45:07 CST
Romeo and Juliet - Soundtrack
Most of the United States north of Dallas will laugh at me even mentioning this, but we never have problems with ice here. I've lived in Austin six years, and the most white stuff I ever saw was a snow flurry a year or two ago. It just doesn't ever snow here. If it does, it melts really fast. Well...this is the worst weather I've seen in a while. There's at least an inch of ice on the ground, and the thermometer outside hasn't risen above 25 all day long.
Well, of course, bad weather comes and I want to sally forth into it, just to see how bad it really is. The Mustang is stranded downtown, since I picked Melanie up last night just before the storm started. Once we came out of Scholz's, and realized how bad it was getting, we left the poor Mustang to hibernate in the parking garage and drove home in the Mercedes. Today, Melanie had an important meeting, so I got the Mercedes started and uniced enough to see out of, and off we went.
People in Austin can't drive on ice. I've had some experience, luckily, but the ice doesn't scare me anywhere near as much as the idiots here that either pass me going 60 miles an hour, or the people creeping along at 5 mpg with their hazards flashing. I'm like, yes, we know there's a hazard, thank you. But there weren't a lot of people out, and it was kind of fun puttering along in the Mercedes with the diesel-powered heater on, and watching cars slide down hills and into the ditch. Melanie was a little frightened, but oh well, what price adventure.
fire burn, cauldron bubble - 02/11/03 11:00:16 CST
Machines Of Loving Grace -
In Himmel gibt es kein Bier.....
-the smart beer song in bad German
Seems like there is a real home-brew craze starting. Mel's ex-step-dad brewed really good beer, and I thought I would try and do it too, but before I got around to it suddenly everyone else is brewing beer!! I'm behind the curve as usual.
Oil 1 - 01/19/03 21:40:30 CST
the Police - Best Of
Total engine oil capacity....8.0 l/8.5 US quarts
- Mercedes 300D owner's manual
I just thought of a funny story, and I have nothing better to do at the moment so I'll tell it. I drove the Mercedes on its first long trip (Austin to Dallas) after the engine work. I had been driving it around town with no problems after 500 or so miles, so I confidently set off to Mother's house, packed around with Christmas presents. Nice day, nice drive, car is a pleasure, etc. After about an hour and a half, when I reached Waco, I started thinking about food, so I stopped at the first place I saw, which was a Sonic....how lucky this chain of events was, I had no idea until a few minutes later. I pushed the little button and ordered my hamburger, and sat there lolling my head on the headrest, listening to the engine...klatta klatta klatta klatta....and then I glanced down at the oil pressure gauge. Simple gauge, zero through three, should be on two when the engine's idling. Well, it wasn't on two. It was below two. This was enough out of the ordinary that I looked at it for a second or two longer, and I saw it drop a little. I began to worry. I turned off the car, and just then the cute little hamburger girl came with my burger (and she WAS cute, too, and gave me the eye, in my big blue Benz.....if she only knew about the little present I was leaving her) and I started the car again. The pressure gauge was heading south towards one at a good clip. I backed out of the parking spot and drove to one several yards away in front of a little strip mall, just to avoid the embarrassment of my car breaking down in the Sonic parking lot. By the time I got there the gauge was nearly at zero, and I killed the engine again. This was a very bad thing - engines don't just lose oil pressure. I got out to check the oil, hoping maybe the gauge was just on the fritz, but when I opened the hood and looked down I saw oil gurgling out on the ground below the engine. I stared down for a second, and then looked behind the car, and saw the trail of oil leading back to where I had been parked at Sonic. In the space I had just vacated was an enormous, spreading, Exxon Valdez pool of pitch-black diesel oil. It was running down the gutter, it was on the flowers, it was everywhere. I looked underneath the car, and the oil drain plug was missing. I looked at the pool again, half-expecting to see otters struggling in it, and saw another trail leading back the way I had come down the frontage road. So the plug had fallen out on the road, and was for my intents and purposes gone forever. No oil, no plug to hold the oil in.
disconnected - 01/19/03 20:11:08 CST
- Henry V Soundtrack
"We are proud to have been able to serve you."
-DirecTV Broadband letter
I'm without internet!! The server's down, I'm cut off from the outside world. I feel that guy in The Matrix when they sprang him from his tank and all his wires disconnected, with little popping sounds.
end - 12/16/02 17:31:14 CST
Live - The Distance to Here
Where you goin' now? What's your plan?
Live, "Where Fishes Go"
I have one exam left, and then it's all over. I'm going to walk out of that classroom, and never come back. Time for another major life change, isn't it. Time to wake up early and go to work, Monday through Friday. Time to start wearing nice clothes again, and stop carrying a bookbag around. Time to make money, instead of being a black hole in the income tax system. Time to return to what I once was, if I can remember how. It's going to be pretty strange.
context-free language - 11/05/02 13:44:54
CST
Course of Empire - Telepathic Last Words
Let p be the pumping length given in the pumping lemma.
-some damn theorem
big test coming up. after studying frantically for a week or two, one enters a state of (mostly caffeine-induced) euphoria, where the test doesn't really matter any more, as long as it's taken and done with. i assume this is the point where i actually know enough to pass. bring that $#@$#@! on!!!
dieseling! - 10/08/02 14:56:51 CDT
Depeche Mode - Violator
Melanie: "What do I do if I can't find diesel?"
Me: "Isn't that little star on the hood cool?"
I am the proud new owner of a Mercedes-Benz! I've wanted one ever since I knew Rick and his gray-market 190E 2.3-16. Mine is a 1985 300D diesel sedan, so I'm rather off the mark, but when I closed the driver's door and heard that unique thunk sound, I knew I'd returned to the world of fine German automobiles. (Also the first car with a turbocharger I've ever owned....cool huh?)
Now those of you who know me are asking yourselves two questions. The first
one is, "What's wrong with it?". Well, don't worry about what's wrong with it,
just glory in my new acquisition. The other question is, "What happened to
the Fiat? Nothing happened to the
Fiat, or the Mustang, for that matter. They're all sharing the garage, Italian,
German, and American, in the true spirit of globalization. Via, strasse, or
street, it will all fall to me no matter what I'm driving (or what's wrong with
it).
not too bright - 08/23/02 15:41:48 CDT
Leftfield - Rhythm and Stealth
The only thing worse than a stupid person is a stupid person who is proud of it.
- Mark Twain
I was reading about the school in Florida that's telling kids F = Fantastic. It seems like so many completely brainless actions get in the news lately that I don't even pay much attention anymore - I just assume that most people aren't that dumb. Maybe I'm wrong, I don't know, but hopefully these Fantastic children won't be too screwed up and Darwin's Law will take care of the rest. That's the one problem with a safe and secure environment - organisms that normally would be stupid enough to get eaten (by a saber-toothed tiger, say, while they're out being Fantastic) grow up and breed. I'm not well read in philosophy and the dynamic forces of civilization, but it makes me wonder whether any civilization can survive forever, since the very act of making a safe environment produces softness and eventually weakness from all the losers who would otherwise never stand a chance. I'm probably unknowingly expounding some radical Nazi theory, but one does wonder.
turn that beat around
Ned's Atomic Dustbin - God Fodder
I just reversed the order of entries here. Nice, huh. Now I'm gonna go to Dairy
Queen and get a blizzard.
work hard
New Order - Substance
You've got to work hard if you want anything at all.
- Depeche Mode, "Work Hard"
This is my last semester of school. I survived the summer, finished my last math class (seemingly more by luck than by anything I learned in it), and in the next few days I'm going to start flooding the market with my resume. It's not a very good time to be out looking for meaningful employment, especially here with a tide of laid-off tech workers flooding every available job.
This is a test of the emergency broadcast system. The broadcasters in your area in voluntary cooperation with the FCC and state and local authorities are conducting this test to keep you advised in case of an emergency. If this had been an actual emergency your ass would be grass already. This is only a test.
- anonymous
For years and years I've been meaning to fool around with Perl, and now I've finally done it. I patched together a script to update this page, and had an inordinate amount of fun doing it. I know I'm a nerd - it's ok, I've accepted it and by doing so I have left it behind me. You can't tell from looking at me on the street that I have pi memorized to 20 or so decimal places (3.14159265358979323846), that I know how to fix a broken laser printer, or that the computers on my network have names from Lord of the Rings. You just wouldn't know.....until I sneaked up behind you and BIT YOU ON THE ASS.
9.11.01
Fire, destruction, and death. Apprehension, doubt, and arguments. War.
The flow of life in the United States before and after the knife-edgeof September 11 is as different as white and black. We were a complacent, self-absorbed nation in the Nineties, riding the wave of the bull market and cheering for bread and circuses. Now it all seems superfluous. I couldn'tbelieve that CBS and NBC did not broadcast the president's speech so theycould show Survivor and Friends instead. The world we live in has changed - we do not have the luxury any longer of being shallow.
The saying I am most sick of hearing is "An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind." Some said we should show our greatness by turning the other cheek, and that we should not hate. I completely reject being nice. If we are to remain a great nation, our hate must remain fresh and clear, so it may fuel the power of our response to those who would bring us down. Lance Morrow pointed out in Time that there is a reason for hate - it is a mechanism for self-preservation. We cannot love those who would destroy us. We must not take an eye for an eye. We must take their head and hands so that they may take no more eyes, or we will be in for an endless succession of black celebrations.
crash v2.0
I was coming home from school yesterday, on the motorcycle, when I saw a tractor-trailer
in front of a car in front of me start to change lanes, from the left-hand lane.
Then suddenly he swerved back and I saw a great cloud of blue smoke come up
from his tires as he locked the brakes. The trailer hopped up as if it had run
over something, and then I saw the rear of a car flip up into the air, and it
landed on its roof and slid.
The car in front of me disappeared - apparently not stopping, although at that
moment in the chaos i was much more concerned about cars behind me panicking
and running me down. I stopped by the concrete barrier, jumped off, got my helmet
off, and ran to the wrecked car, fully expecting to see squashed dead people.
The woman in the passenger side was wearing her seatbelt,and was hanging from
it, very much alive, holding herself up. I tried to open the door, but it was
jammed, so I stuck my head in the crooked window to see if there was a latch
i could get to on the inside. Another woman in the back started screaming at
me to take her baby, and she was trying to hand him to me through the space
between the roof and the seat, when two more guys ran up, wrenched open the
back door, and took him. Another man showed up with a pocketknife, and cut the
seatbelt holding the woman ,and I pulled her out through the window. The driver
was lying across the middle of the roof, but she seemed OK, and then some DPS
officers arrived, and the crisis was over. There was a sour smell in the air
from the crushedbattery.
Everyone wonders how they will react in a crisis, and I learned a great deal about myself and my nerves in that two or three minutes. The problem with a sudden emergency is that at first there is no data upon which to base a decision,so the first bits of information one sees often decide one's course of action throughout the rest of the situation. I saw the woman in the front - therefore my first instinct was to get the front door open. It never occurred to me to open the back (although, to my credit, I'm sure I would have thought of it in short order if no one else had). After about a minute had passed, and everyone but the driver had been extricated, I was quite calm, looking around the car for leaking gasoline and trying to turn off the ignition(although I couldn't reach it). My lack of time sense surprised me, as well. I saw the accident in slow motion, getting worse and worse as the hundreths of seconds ticked by. Then suddenly the emergency was over, and all that was left was to look at the wreck.
the grading script is down again
The most exhausting class I have ever had in my life is almost over. The worst thing is that this is the second time I've taken it. Nothing I learned the first time had any bearing. I'm actually glad I took it again,because it's an important class, and gaps in my knowledge that would otherwise go unfilled are nicely puttied over and sanded flat.
Something I think about often in the course of a semester is how lazy I must have been the semester before. Every semester I work harder than the last semester, and I say, Damn, I'm working hard. Then the next semester comes around and I realize that not only was I not putting forth my best effort, I was doing an amount of work about on par with watching Invader Zim. This is quite frightening - it makes me wonder if, in the now-distant past of my professional career, I was lazy. Did people go around and say, that Josh, he's a lazy ass, what a schmuck? Surely not...I remember getting a hell of a lot done. I did have the feeling for the first time (except in EE316) that, while I was not at my limit, I was being pushed pretty close to it. People may say those splay trees are easy to code, but I think it took six months off my life expectancy. None of it matters anyway, because the grading script is down again.
motorcycle madness
-on a T-shirt
I made a midnight trip from Dallas to Austin on the motorcycle.The bike's not very fast; it's only a 450, and if there's a stiff breeze I'm forced to put my feet on the rear pegs and get down on the tank to make what Melanie calls "cheating death" speed, which for the bike is about ninety. (I'm not sure if she means I'm trying to outrun death (cf.It, where Bill Denbrough runs to beat the devil), or rushing headlong into its bony clutches. No matter.) It's relaxing to be out of the wind,and when there was no one else on the road, the sky was like a great black bowl turned over my head, with little pinpricks of light. The headlight made a little semicircle on the asphalt, and it seemed sometimes that nothing was moving except the road unwinding beneath me, dark behind and ahead the dim spark of a distant tail-light leading me on towards home.
in the end everyone is even
"Standish looked quite sheepish and shuffled his feet...But he sanctimoniously replied that his generosity was a way to soothe his deep shame about his past. He said he would one day have to answer to his Maker, and that he wanted to depart the Earth knowing that he had fully atoned for his sins.The fool! Does he not realize that you find religion only when you're on death's door-step, when you beg for the Lord's forgiveness like a pathetic wretch? I cannot tell you how many times I've done that. Then I invariably recover and return to being a capital ass-hole." -The Onion
crash
Andrew, watching me wreck the Fiat in his rear-view mirror, 1994
Ok, visualize me on my bicycle, racing down Speedway (or speeding downSpeedway???) in high gear trying to make it to Latin. Got it? OK. My cap started to blow off, I grabbed for it, and the laws of physics were agains tme. In front of a couple of hundred screaming fans, I crashed, hard.
Now, I don't know why I get so lucky, but I slammed down on my belly and slid along for a little. When I stopped, I couldn't move for a moment,and I lay there, in the middle of the road, listening to people call out,"Is he all right?" I finally managed to slowly roll over on my back, and then sit up. Someone, God bless them, brought me the damned cap and someone got my bike, and asked me if I was OK, and I croaked,yes I was fine, and was my nose bleeding? It felt very large. I slowly got up, and got my breath back, and then thanked everyone, got back on the bike,and went weaving down the road to Jester and Latin.
The pain began to set in as I went dazedly up to class. I kept looking at the palms of my hands, which were perfectly fine (among my other talents,I apparently never plant my palms when falling off things) and wonderingwhat i had done to myself. I entered Latin class, and everyone stopped andlooked at me. I said,"Am I bleeding? I can't tell!" Someone said,"Oh my God!" and the professor said "What happened to you?".I said something about eating it on my bike, and he told me to go wash upbefore i got infected.
I got to the bathroom and finally saw myself. My nose was fine, but I had a bloody forehead from smacking it on the pavement, a scrape on my swollen upper lip (how that happened without touching my nose I'll never know) a good deal of road rash on my upper forearms, and skinned knuckles. (thatexplains the palms...apparently I go "Oh crap!" and clench my fists when falling off things.) The worst part was that I had torn that little flap of skin that connects the inside of one's upper lip to the gums- in retrospect, I must have come close to knocking my front teeth out.
Anyway, add to that a great swath of road grease down my front and Iwas not in very good shape. But the point of this whole thing is that I ought to have broken something, and the fact that I can wreck, at speed,and come out of it with minor cuts and bruises means I must not be getting old enough yet to worry about breaking a hip. Hooray for me!
rant: we all know conspiracies are dumb
-blink 182
blah blah blah blah.
corollary: Who gives a rat's ass anyway.
somebody set up us the bomb
blast from the past: http://www.kalpol.com/jjmode
Some of my old friends remember my old web site. Well,it's back. Remember, those who forget their history are doomed to repeat it.
My schoolcareer, metaphorically
how old am I, anyway?
In class the other day, someone discovered how old I really am. This isn't that big of a deal to me, anymore-- I got over the spasms of turning 25, and now I just let time flow over me and go about my business. Everyone thought I was a lot younger than I was, which explains why everyone laughed at the directions I sent out to my apartment, in which I said to look for a black convertible in front of the building. This led to jokes, because, don't you know, what college student has a black convertible unless Daddy bought it for them? But now things are clear, and there won't be any more comments. If there are, I'll have to break some kneecaps. When you get as old as me, you know who to call to get stuff like that done.
A new year
rolls around, and I've bailed out of Samsung and gone back to school. Samsung was a good company
to work for, and in that thought lies my dissatisfaction--the very idea that my entire goal in
life was to find a good company, one where good wages, benefits, and 80 hours paid vacation
a year made me feel GOOD! The hell with it all, I said, (toddling off with my lunchbox in my
hand and directions pinned to my shirt so the bus driver wouldn't lose me.)
School is....
fun (at least for now). I feel (for the first time in a long time, and possibly never so
forcefully) that I am doing something worthwhile, and making something out of myself.
Stuffing new facts in my mind has gotmy creative juices, flowing again--the great rusty
machine in my head is creaking along, and hopefully practice, like oil, will smooth it out
and make a steadily pulsing engine. (heheheheh i just love cheese.)
Erasure, "She Won't Be Home"
It seems like more happens to me around Christmas than at any other time of the year. Summer always just goes by, with my birthday breaking the flow like a semicolon. Summer is hot, and limp, and lifeless. I always feel slightly drained in the summer. But once the heat breaks (and that's exactly what happens, here, it'll be 98 degrees until the first cold front hits, and then it won't get above 70 until next spring [Note: I must have been drunk when I wrote this, that is SO not what happens - cf. dart conversation with Angela, lessons learned!]) I feel much better, and the kind of day I like best are those cloudy, blustery days where it's not all that cold, but you know it's going to get that way pretty quick. I love snow, too. When it snows I always find an excuse to go driving in it. Lots of old memories crop up during this season, as well....some best forgotten, some best when remembered.
Last night saw the end of the Rx-7. The transmission went finally, quietly,even though the
car had been dropping pieces of exhaust system daily and vibrating ominously as if it were
promising a spectacular finale. Instead,nothing at all. The motor just suddenly revved up and
the car started slowing down. Et finis.
I felt a little sad, because the Rx-7 had served me
well for much longer than my mechanic promised, and delivered quite a few thrills. I also felt
like I do with all my cars when they explode, implode, catch fire, or just die quietly--I wonder
what it would say if it could talk. Would it tell me strange places it's been, people it's
seen, events it witnessed? Has it heard compromising rumours spoken only on the freeway?
Weigh that against the pure embarrassment of being seen in such a piece of crap, and getting
rained on, and the really bad gas mileage, and the stuff that kept falling off (here I must
apologize to that poor guy on 360 who encountered my catalytic converter in the middle of the
road) and waking up the neighborhood at 3 am, and I am relieved to see it go. I am sure
everyone else is, too.
As is happens, I've neglected all this crap for a long time,and so I went back and deleted most of the old writing.......time for fresh glurt! These aren't really in chronological order, although the newest ones tend to be at the top, and a year or two separates some of them. The really old ones are now dated.
