I apologize for the spottiness of the entries over the past little bit. I've been trying to straighten out the car situation, work has been hectic, and I've had Legionnaire's Disease. I'm talking a real bad case, and good luck finding any medicine for that crap at Walgreen's. Okay, let's get down to business.
First of all, I have obtained my shiny, new chariot. I like it a lot. I like it so much, in fact, I am counting the days until someone rolls a boulder on top of it, Wile E Coyote style. I'm not going to be one of those dudes who puts pictures of his car up on the electroweb, so if you want a look, you'll have to come to my house or just wait a while at Popeye's. It's a convertible, and I simply couldn't think of a better time to buy a convertible than late December. The feel of sleet in my hair is just amazing. It's impractical in almost all respects, including awesomeness. As soon as I get the iPod hooked up to it, I'll probably just move in.
Here's a great conversation starter. Yesterday, we were doing some family Christmas stuff, and for some reason, I started talking about Prince. (I'm not a huge Prince guy, yet I find myself talking about him a lot. That's because he's at the center of one of my favorite random facts: I went to college with the son of Prince's attorney. Rheotorical question: if you have to represent Prince in court, are you mandated to dress like him?) Anyway, so I'm standing there talking about Prince with my dad and he says, "Have I ever told you about the time I bet a paycheck on the lyrics of a Prince song?" With a question like that, you almost don't want to know the rest of the story; the possibilities are just too enthralling. The story that followed was pretty good, but I'm going to use it as fodder for the next major Goulash development. If that doesn't excite you, you're just a big lame butt.
Posted by Cody at December 19, 2005 6:29 PM