I drive a matchbox car.

Last August, I bought my car. I was driving a 98 Contour for awhile, but it wasn't really mine, and I needed something that I knew was still there. So in the middle of the August heat, I bought a 95 Geo Prism. It needed new exhaust (still does), the rear left door doesn't open, spot cracks on the windshield, the vents wouldn't stay in place (the ones on the dash), the rear view mirror sometimes shows you what's behind the car, the filler neck was broken (the guy i bought it from "fixed" that), the fuel gauge doesn't work, and it had a funny smell. But I still bought it.

Why?

When I took it on that brief test drive, the air conditioner worked. Not only did it work, I needed a parka and gloves. Now, a year later, the AC is still cold. I mean bitter cold. My tiny little car is a piece of junk, but it's a cold piece of junk. Surprisingly, the only repairs I needed to do was replacing the fuel line. $40 total. It's not even pretty. It's an ugly car. I call it my little chameleon. Now all the back and forth between Syracuse and Buffalo is killing it. I don't know what I would do without my crap cooler.

... I'm bored.

+1

My sister just had her baby today. Yay her, right?

Most newborns, despite what almost everyone says, are hideous. They're typically a color unknown on humans, their skin is saggy and lumpy, and their faces often resemble Popeye. Seriously, newborn babies look like sausages. Give them a week or two to get used to breathing and by then their skin won't look like it was just soaked for the last nine months.

Oddly enough, this baby did not meet my expectations. Then again, my sister was always like that.

Pretty boom

I thought I would be back in Syracuse for July 4th. I didn't want to spend the day in Buffalo. I still don't know anyone out in Buffalo, and the idea of a solo BBQ just didn't fly. Alas, things did not turn out as I hoped. My family went to the beach, my friends grilled the day away... and I kept unpacking.

They didn't see any fireworks. UB put on one impressive display. I'm calling it a wash.

The ambiguous address

Moving was not as hard as I thought. The two weeks leading up to it sucked - but the actual two days of loading and unloading a truck was, by comparison, cake.

My stuff is in Buffalo, but I'm not. I'm staying at my parent's place so I can keep working for a little while. The money is alright, but I'd be going stir crazy with nothing to do for 6 weeks. Adjusting to a new apartment doesn't take very long. Assuming, of course, that you're there for it.

Don't worry, I'll have something real to write about soon enough.

Cheap tape and Uhaul

My current employer likes me. I received a great deal of packing tape. Normally that would be a great thing, seeing as I'm moving. Turns out they got the wrong tape, it's flimsy. They need to get rid of it, and I'm the perfect guy for it.

By flimsy, I mean it can't hold one hundred pounds of the various materials we ship out.

I move next week. Packing the truck on Thursday, and unpacking in Buffalo Friday. Can't write much more than that - I'm pretty tired from packing. And the lack of sleep. Mostly the latter.

Cardboard jungle

My apartment is filled with boxes. They're everywhere - on top of the couch, in front of the TV, piled onto the round chair I veg out on when I'm glued to my GameCube - I can't get away from them. What makes it worse is that I don't have enough. I need more. More will come, of course, but... I don't hate it as much as I thought I would.

I'm just stricken with my need for more cardboard.

Google ads is a shill

I went to New York City last February. Long story, maybe later. I had time to kill, and saw ads for a Buddhist art gallery. Had a couple of friends with me, we went. Many of the paintings and sculptures had a person on them that was making a variety of hand gestures. How many pairs of hands they had varied. They kept repeating through the gallery. Didn't know what they meant, wasn't that concerned. One of the aforementioned friends apparently learned what they were called.

Mudras?

The point? I use Gmail, and the ads on the side were for Buddhist ring tones.