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    Michel D   Fender Kickin' Fun!

    22.12.03 -  19:25

     
    I hate my car... hate it hate it hate it.

    It died on me tonight for absolutely no reason. No symptoms, no funny sounds, no coughing smoke or jerky engine. It just died. I put my key into the ignition, turned it, and, apparently as one last hurrah my console lit up and then went out. The starter doesn't turn over, the solenoid doesn't even click when I turn the key. I get no warning ding when I leave the keys in the ignition when I open the door, and the automatic locks aren't.

    This wouldn't be so bad if it were at my house, but seeing as how it's in front of the Burger House on Mockingbird - it's a tad inconvenient... not that a dead car has any convenience.

    My dad was telling me what could have happened and how the car is put together and maybe the battery is dead or the connections are dirty. But it wasn't as if I began the day at Burger House. Burger House was my last planned stop in Dallas before going home and then off to Lampasas. I had been driving all day. I had turned the car on and off several times. I don't understand. It was as some überfuse blew. What I did notice is that my dad could go on and on about the workings of the car and it didn't matter if the phone was at my ear or lying on the passenger seat because I was tired of listening to him... I still had no idea what he was talking about. and so it goes.


    In other news, you can get a Spider-Man Blog Template... I don't know how to feel about this. Part of me is, "Cool!" Another part is, "Nerd!", and a third part feels that it's subversive corporate propaganda. Not that the movie doesn't look fun, but I don't want my blog or webpage to look like Sony Pictures' thought puppet. I think that if your blog template is Spider-Man, then all that you are allowed to talk about is Spider-Man. As if Sony Pictures will hunt down anyone who is using their template and monitor the content.

    Actually, what it makes me want to do is download all of the pictures to my server, Photoshop them, and then have the Subversive Spider-Man template.

    But that sounds much too ambitious.
     

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