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Maybe my expectations were unreasonable, but I figured they'd give me the keys and tell me to come back in an hour. After all, the sign ups were in hourly increments. Not so. They had a 17.2 mile route mapped out, so there was no hour long cruise. But on the up-side that meant you got to take out more than one car. I imagine they let most people take out as many as they're interested in; after all its an advertisement.
I'd signed up for the 325Ci but there was a Z4 sitting there when I arrived, so I jumped in that one first. First impression: that car is small. My second impression: that car is tiny. I know I say I like small cars, but my civic seems roomy compared to that shoe box. The mirrors seemed like they would hit me in the head and I had to slouch severely to see through the windshield. I don't know what I would have done if the top was up. So basically I was very disoriented for a few minutes, but finally got used to the size and figured out the paddle shifting.
Paddle shifting is stupid. All it helped do was distract me from the road while I tried to figure out what gear I was in. Anyway, I proceeded along the route following the laminated directions and praying they didn't blow out of the car.
I got stuck behind a maintenance truck and the cars began to pile up behind me. A 5 series. An X5. Another Z4. A 7 series. All with the pink logos and impatient looking drivers waiting for this truck to get the hell out of the way. Finally he turned off and we got some driving done. There was a nice little back road with twists and weaves and bobs; perfect for carving some esses.
I got the distinct feeling that I was on the old time car ride at Hershey Park. (The big numbered decals on the cars probably helped with the illusion.) You know that one with the gas powered cars on a rail so you can't drive off? Bumper to bumper cause that one kid in front has a busted ass car that goes half as fast as everyone else's. Not that my car was busted, but this was my first time on the route and I had no idea where the next turn was.
Even at our (what I'd call) leisurely pace we came upon an old maroon VW rabbit who was flying along at oh... 15 miles an hour. It was grueling. Finally he slowed and turned right. I hit the paddle twice, down shifted and put some horses on the road. As I rounded the next bend I glanced in the rear view. The five series is behind me but moving very slowly and I see the 7 series as it round the corner and slips out of view. Shit. That was Lime Kiln road, wasn't it? I hit the brakes as the 5 ducks into a driveway. I rev up the road till the next one and pull in to turn around. I got back to Lime Kiln pretty quick and felt the difference in rear wheel drive as I rounded the corner. Now I was at the end of the line, which was fine with me. I didn't need to set the pace or find the route. We hit the highway after a couple minutes more and zipped back down to the dealer at, lets say, more than the posted speed limit. It was kinda neat; a caravan of BMWs painted with pink logos moving amongst the normal traffic.
Next I waited for my 325Ci. I liked that car way better. I could sit in it and not feel freakishly huge. Plus I felt like it had more pickup than the Z4, despite its higher weight. The same guy who was in the 5 series behind me last time was in a 6 series this time. The two of us proceeded through the loop and didn't get stuck behind anyone for very long this time. Rounded Lime Kiln road like a pro, hit the highway, and pulled into the lot. An event organizer walked over.
"We got a call from the police about the speed you were traveling."
"Really?" (which I'm hoping came off as "Really? Was I going too fast?" and not "Really? I didn't see any cops.")
"Unfortunately we're not going to be able to let you out any more today."
Yes, I was asked to stop participating in a cancer charity. Not that I wasn't going faster than they'd have liked, but I just sucks that we were the only two that got ratted on. But I drove the two cars I wanted to so I didn't really feel shorted; its just a little embarrassing. Plus those usual fear-of-authority thoughts rolled around in the back of my head. "The cops? ...are they... coming here?" and "So... are you going to tell them who was driving number 5? Should I expect mail?" I don't think any of that went down, it was more like a bartender cutting off that really drunk dude. He can't give you any more right now, but he really hopes you come back tomorrow with a bunch of your friends.
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So my first real car buying experience down, I've come to the following conclusion:
Car shopping on the Internet makes you feel like a deep cover agent talking to his handlers in the middle of an op that is blowing up in everyone's face...
"I'm so glad you contacted me, we need you to come in."
"You really should stop by so we can talk in person."
"I'd like to get you in for a test drive, are you busy right now?"
Very mission impossible.
The only downside I can think of to the way this went down is that I had 199,975 miles on the Civic when I traded it in. I only noticed when they wrote down the miles on the trade-in form, otherwise I woulda put the last 25 on there just to see all those 0's click. But other than that I'm pretty happy. I got a 2005 RSX type S. It is smoke. The color is smoke. I love telling that to people and watching the facial expressions of about half of them. Its like a Labrador puppy tasting pop rocks for the first time. Or something.
So the end of an era, the fall of Civic. It was as true a car as any. It only broke down once on me. And I was in highschool then. And on a date. And it was raining. So who's complaining? Yes that car was the finest of wingmen, and I mourn his loss.
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Several Australian companies have been selling poodles to people in japan, where the poodle is little known and fairly rare. The price is rock bottom, about half of competitors prices, which might seem like a good deal till you hear how they pull it off. No, they don't cut the dogs in half or anything like that. There are, in fact, no dogs at all. They're selling sheep. Unbeknownst to the Japanese buyers, who have little ideal what a poodle should look like, lambs are being taunted up a bit and hoisted as pedigree canines.
A well known actor brought a picture of her "dog" on a talk show complaining that the dog never barked and would not eat dog food only to be informed that it was, in fact, a sheep. I wish I could see that conversation.
"My poor dog, he's so quiet. And he never eats. I think he's depressed."
"Well, that's a sheep. So maybe your sheep is depressed."
What happens when these "poodles" grow up? Aren't sheep bigger than most dogs? They're certainly heavier. And how the hell do you overlook hooves? Honestly hooves!
stated to an attorney in open court and in front of a female court reporter and female clerk that the attorney looked like he had been "jacking off a bobcat in a phone booth;"That is freaking hilarious. Not just the mental image (Imagine how you would go about such a thing and what the pitfalls might be. I'll wait a sec for you to stop laughing... .... ... all set? Me neither... ... ... ok lets go.) but that this dude found it a normal way to characterize an attorney in court. If I ever go to court, I want that judge. Anyway, I think we should start using this expression. The next time one of your friends walks in looking particularly disheveled, whip it out. He'll never know what hit him, all courtesy of the honorable Gary W. Velie.
Washington State: Comission on Judicial Conduct (scroll to Feb 7 1992)
Yes this is an odd gambit to be playing because the fridge in the kitchen, not 20 steps away always has plenty of space. But have you ever reached into a drawer and pulled out all the supplies you need for a week of lunches? Its like my own hammer space.
Well, I'm proud to say that I took a stand this week. I took a 30 min metro ride during rush hour to buy tickets from the box office, rather than pay their service charge. Yeah, my time, metro fare and aggravation may have made the $18 tax on two tickets worthwhile. But honestly its more about sticking it to Ticketmaster. I'd still have done it if I lost money just to rub it in their faces.
So no sailing, how about a more natural race? 11 leatherback sea turtles have been equipped with tracking backpacks for their 500 mile migration from Costa Rica to the Galapagos. We're smack in the middle of day two (those turtles should have thought about having to share media coverage with the LVC when they scheduled this thing) and there are already some pretty clear contenders. Stephanie Colburtle sprinted out to an early lead, but has since dropped back to third place, perhaps smartly drafting and biding her time. All the turtles have corporate sponsors, but somehow I don't think that means their hotel rooms and meals are taken car of. Check it out, big turtles are cool.
So here we go-
day one: peanut butter and honey on potato bread. Tasty, I haven't had peanut butter in a while and the honey is of much better quality than the unfortunate remains of the little bear I have at home.
A 15-year old was thrown in juvie for 12 days after school officials deduced that he had called the school around the time a bomb threat was left on the hotline. He refused to confess and was eventually released when cell phone records were subpoenaed showing that he'd called an hour earlier for school closing information. The school had forgotten to change their clock for daylight savings time, a pretty serious "cock-up" when you use it as evidence to detain minors on felony weapon of mass destruction charges.
If I'm ever gonna get into National Geographic, I'm going to 1) always have my camera with me and 2) hope some weird shit starts going down more often. For example:
This zookeeper's hand was bitten off by an inadequately sedated crocodile (above) and reattached after 7 hours or surgery.
blah blah blah, computer stuff, world news, blah blah, more computer stuff, giant mice, blah blah, internet forum, blah.Obviously "giant mice" stands out there and my spidey sense is tingling. Unfortunately I'm still in "shock value" mode and it takes me longer than a second grader dipped in chocolate to actually understand what the article is about.
"Giant Mice Devouring" (holy crap!) "Island" (a small island? well, they are giant mice.) "Seabird" (ok, bird-eating mice, still unusual) "Chicks" (oh, so not pit bull sized mice?)Hmm, a little bit of a let-down after that first mental image, but still kinda freaky.
An island off the coast of South Africa is home to 10 million birds and 1 million invasive house mice. The 3x normal size house mice consume all usual food on the island during winter and begin to attack other mice and birds. The lack of competition and natural predators have allowed the mice to adopt a predatory role. While a baby albatross can weight up to 22 lbs, the mice weigh only 1.2 oz, making the hunt similar to "a house cat attacking a hippo."
Warning, jibblies inducing content:
The baby albatross have instincts to defend themselves from other birds, but do not respond to attacks from mice, even when being consumed from within.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still all about the beef. (Heck, I went out for a $36 steak on Saturday and then ordered another to split for dessert) But it makes me wonder how many days in a row I could have a peanut butter sandwich before losing my mind.
There's all kinds of variations I could pull: strawberry jam, grape jelly, orange preserves, honey, apple butter, bananas, pickles and mayo. Don't tell me any of that is disgusting till you've tried it.
China is to create the world's first 'Woman Town' where women make all the decisions and disobedient men face punishments.
The slogan: "A woman never makes a mistake. A man can never reject a woman's request" will be carved into the town gates.
A disobedient man will be punished by kneeling on an uneven wooden board or by washing dishes in a restaurant.
What the fuck? I'm sure there must be more to it than this. Am I crazy or does that sound like a terrible idea? I'm sure not hoping in line to get in there. But maybe that's the point, it'll create a man vacuum and the innate superiority of woman will manifest a commune utopia. And any man that wants to see it will have to submit to being led around on a leash.
Luckily a roommate saw it going down and the cops got there as the driver was returning the car, but its still like pulling teeth trying to hold the repo company responsible. These cowboys do make me uncomfortable, especially since they think whatever they do is legal. I'm pretty sure this shouldn't fall under those confines.
Its like they're daring users to use as much as they want, but less than is too much. Kinda arbitrary. I can't help getting an image of Indiana Jones sizing up the weight of that idol, measuring out how much sand he thinks is right and slowly moving closer and closer. His hand twitches as he contemplates his guess and then he bites the bullet; makes the switch and thinks he's done it. Nope, you didn't guess right. Now we're gonna shoot you with poison darts.
Not that I blame them for setting limits, seems very reasonable. But when they realized they couldn't acutally provide an "all you can eat" service they should have discontinued the service and called it something else, educating their customers (and more importantly their potential customers) about the reason for the change. I would like to see someone sue over this, if only to hammer home the message that you shouldn't lie to your customers. Its kinda like running an all you can eat steak house and writing "by using this service you agree not to eat more than two steaks" on the back of the place mats. And then you throw everyone who goes after a third steak out on the curb without explaining why they're being cut off. Even if the tiny print that no one reads is accurate the big sign out front is still misleading and you shouldn't be such a dick.
Um, 26 people? In 26 years? Seriously? That sounds pretty good.
Lets get a few comparative stats for reference. I'm gonna assume that averages out to one person per year killed by stove fall, and not some giant stove killing 17 in 1993.
You are twice as likely to die in a streetcar accident (not as a pedestrian) as get crushed by a stove. Or how about three times as likely for your pajamas to catch fire and kill you in your sleep. How about a mundane slip, trip, or stumble (on a level surface, not including stairs or a fall from a height) - five hundred ninety seven times more likely to kill you than a tipping stove.
Shit, maybe these consumer groups should be railing against walking around since its about a 500 times more dangerous than your stove. Honestly, stop trying to coddle me. I know no one wants to hear it, and its different when it happens to someone close to you, but people have got to die somehow. I don't think its a failure of the government or a corporation if millions of people can keep out from under these things, but 26 people just couldn't hack it. You know where the problem was.
Freaking wind delays. They're bobbing around off Spain in 4 knots of breeze waiting for the 2nd delayed start to come around on the guitar. Boring. How are we gonna get crashes and broaches and busted spinnaker poles in such light wind? In the mean time Gizmag has a pretty nice gallery of the skirt dropping from earlier this week. Check out all the different bulb designs on those things. And that red bull boat just looks slow; not just cause I hate red bull.
Can't we apply the DMCA to this, just like on youtube, with its host platform shelter provision? Or even better, can't the FBI spend its time tracking down things that are actually a detriment to our society. You know like illegal wars, misrepresentation, and all around douchebaggery in high office?
Its a fuzzy line when you start dictating what virtual acts fall under the jurisdiction of laws that were not intended to control them. Are they gonna go after ebay next? I might need to watch out, the government might be coming after me because of the stuff Vince Vance does when I'm playing Grand Theft Auto.
Good job Spain, look them rocking 70% clean, green energy.
They're trying to rig horse races by hiding dart shooting contraptions in the dirt in Hong Kong. Sounds like a Bond movie, right? Luckily the mystery liquid filled darts were discovered before some scammer made a bundle by sending Mr Ed to the glue factory.
schrodinger's cat situation?
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