"Choose Your Weapon" -- hmm, p'raps I've been playing too much Burnout Revenge
I went to the store for some printer ink today. In the parking lot outside, I saw a beautiful '57 Chevy, so naturally I parked next to it and took a look inside. Gorgeous interior, obviously lovingly restored. There was a blower poking up through the hood, too -- this beast clearly had real muscle under the hood.
Then I paused. On the windshield was a sticker that said "REGISTERED: Department of Defense" and in smaller type below that, "Harrell/Gunter/33429OXVC".
My mind works in strange ways. I immediately thought, "Damn, it's so powerful it has to be registered as a weapon with the Department of Defense? I must now be like Keanu Reeves and go 'Whoa.' "
Beautiful car, too.
Job interview has been rescheduled for tomorrow morning at 9:30 due to a conflict. Thanks to those of you who sent good job mojo this morning, not knowing that. It will be stored and used for tomorrow.
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[[The Oracle would like to know what the nicest car you've ever driven was.]]
Then I paused. On the windshield was a sticker that said "REGISTERED: Department of Defense" and in smaller type below that, "Harrell/Gunter/33429OXVC".
My mind works in strange ways. I immediately thought, "Damn, it's so powerful it has to be registered as a weapon with the Department of Defense? I must now be like Keanu Reeves and go 'Whoa.' "
Beautiful car, too.
Job interview has been rescheduled for tomorrow morning at 9:30 due to a conflict. Thanks to those of you who sent good job mojo this morning, not knowing that. It will be stored and used for tomorrow.
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[[The Oracle would like to know what the nicest car you've ever driven was.]]