Idiotic Cars and the People that Drive Them

As promised, the first of our (irregular) series...


Sorry for the poor quality, but this was taken with my camera phone. I cropped the relevant bits for you. It's hard to see, but that's a Ford Probe with rims. And of course the hideously giant aluminum wing. Take away that wing and you could almost pass that car off as being not ugly.

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"Last But Not Leashed"

Ok, so I'm seriously behind in my Dilbert Blog readings; I'm finally into the July archives after a brief taste of being caught up with June. Anyway, the Last But Not Leashed entry is sweet. It talks about this man walking his son... with a leash! That's forken ingenious!


On a different note, I've seen a lot of really stupid cars over my years. One notable one was the older Pontiac Grand Am (Grand DAMN!) that had a snowboard mounted on the trunk with foot-high struts as a spoiler. I see (or should I say 'hear') the cars with the fart can exhausts all the time. There's also the exhausts that make the idiot's car sound like an anorexic dirtbike. Are these people deaf or are they just too stupid to realize how dumb/horrible that sounds? Another category is the unpainted bodykit. If you're too poor to get your kit/skirts/bumpers painted, DON'T INSTALL THE PIECES FIRST! You look like a major dumbass with your unpainted matte grey bumpers and side skirts. One car I see all the time has been driving around for most of this YEAR with unpainted bumpers and skirts...

With the above in mind, I will be starting a new series called something like "Idiotic Cars and the People that Drive Them" or "Dumbass Drivers and Their Pimpin' Whips". (F**k, I HATE that word, whip.) In this series, I will be posting pictures (most likely from my camera phone, so expect bad quality) of shining examples of the lower echelons of taste. I have one on my phone as I type this just waiting to be posted. It'll come, so stay tuned.

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"How do I use these sticks?"

Wednesday night, Holly and I were out for dinner with my parents at Japanese Village. The food was pretty good, but the prices were rather expensive (not surprising). Waiting to be seated (reservation and waiting to be seated? wtf?), we sat in the bar/waiting area up front. As part of the decorations, there's a small Japanese drum placed beside the seats. I was sooo tempted to hit it despite the sign saying "Do not touch". Hell, I was sooo tempted to headbutt it. Headbutting doesn't count as touching, right?

We sat in the teppanyaki area. There was a couple to our left and a large group (two women, six? men) taking up the rest of the grill/table/seating area. Now, all of these people were caucasian. Caucasian + chopsticks = comedy. I'll say that there are many caucasians that can use chopsticks pretty darn well, but probably the vast majority cannot. There was one guy on the left, part of the large group, that hadn't even broken apart his chopsticks. Surprisingly, he was faring pretty well. I imagine it was more fork-like with both chopsticks still fused together.

The second guy, though, had his chopsticks apart. Poor decision on his part. He was sitting to our right and was another member of the group. I should mention that this group was already seated when we arrived. They had also started their appetizers and had made a decent start into the beer. This made this second guy amusing, but verging on obnoxious. Watching this guy attempt to eat his salad with chopsticks was funny. When the salad arrived, he fumbled with the chopsticks for a bit before asking his friend "how do I use these sticks?" That desparate plea for help didn't amount to much as his friend tried to explain. Closely watching everybody else using their chopsticks didn't help him either. Eventually he gave up and requested a fork. He got three of them...

While having dessert (and the group was having more beers), their conversation got louder again. One of the women was wearing a nice looking, low-cut dress. Not to be mean (well, ok, to be a little mean...), but she looked like she'd been around the block a few times. I commented on that to Holly (whispered in her ear, of course). This would come up again soon. A couple minutes later, their conversation turned onto business trips they'd had (I gather most of them worked together). One guy boasted about the cheapest hotel room he'd ever gotten: $17. Another guy, in turn, boasted about staying in a 'per-hour' hotel. This woman then proclaimed that she never paid for hotels and always stayed with people she knew. Somebody shot back saying that she didn't know them until AFTER she stayed with them. Zing! Borderline-obnoxious-guy then said (quietly) something about her and Government Street. I wasn't going to mention it.

Yep, entertaining night.

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"Feed me, Seymour!"

There's an article on CNN.com about Canadian troops battling 10-foot Afghan marijuana plants. I wonder if any of them are named Audrey Jr. (original film) or Audrey II (musical/remake)? From a different angle, I can just see all the grow-ops along the island and around the mainland being green with envy.

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Add another savage beating to the list...

As the title says, add another savage beating to the list of attempts to break me by Sara.

Tonight at practice, we were working on our routine in preparation for a gig on Saturday night. One move we were working on involved jumping around in a circle twice (it looks cooler than it sounds). Sounds simple enough, right? One time, I finished my turn and I was a little off balance, so I was leaning forward a little. Sara finished her turn and was quite off balance. As I looked up, I saw a Sara forehead barrelling towards me at a very high velocity. Before I knew it, impact occurred. She hit me square in between the eyebrows. I staggered about (for dramatic effect) and collapsed onto the ground. Sara, you have a very hard forehead. Somehow neither of our glasses were involved in the impact, despite the proximity to the collision site.

You'll have to do better than that to break me, Sara! *shakes fist*

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Let us all share in this bounty!

If you haven't heard the news already, WE'RE #1! WE'RE #1!

We have come back from the PNWLHC bearing a trophy and lots of smiles. The weekend was so much fun, but so very tiring. I have to thank Gavin for being such a great host!

A few hilights:
- 1st place finish in the Team Division
- entering my first Frankie & Norma (Jack & Jill) contest. sav placed 3rd! Christabel and Tina also made it to the finals!
- top three couples in the American Showcase each had a Vancouverite
- winning a great dinner as part of the 1st place finish
- 'victory lap' performance at the Sunday night dance to an amazing crowd!!

And now, I just want to sleep. How many more hours is it before I can go to sleep again?

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Dilberty goodness!

I love all things Dilbert. Today's Dilbert comic is too fricken hilarious not to share!

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Seattle bound!

This coming weekend is going to be another crazy one. Being the Thanksgiving Day long weekend will serve as no reprieve, as that only means one more day of craziness. Saturday, (most of) the team will be Seattle-bound for our first ever competition. We'll be competing in the 8th Annual Pacific Northwest Lindy Hop Championships. Win, lose, or draw (you'd better believe we're going to win!), we're making history, as we'll be the first ever team from Victoria to compete in a lindy hop competition... ever! We're aiming to bring back the hardware on Monday and make our first outing a very successful one. Wish us luck, we'll do ya proud!

Now I just need to find some time to pack...

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Woody Woodpecker

So I got this email the other night with this picture attached of a woodpecker. It's quite possibly the largest woodpecker in the world. Check it out!

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