obfuscated girl

point/counterpoint

A list of pros and cons I came up with this morning about learning to drive at age almost-29:
+no longer would I have to rely on people to pick me up and take me places and if two of my friends were 15 minutes late picking me up because they are a couple and all they ever do is fight to go to something that starts at a certain time I can just go by myself and fuck 'em
+no longer would I have to leave shows on the other side of town before the encore
-gas is expensive
-I would have to track down and probably pay for gimp tools
-for the car I cannot afford
-not to mention that there is no way I could afford a hybrid and I was kinda proud that I was minimizing pollution
+waiting for the bus in the dead of winter is one of the most painful experiences a human being can experience
+and while I do not mind intercity bus trips, I would like to listen to my music without headphones sometimes and I would like being on my own schedule
+ROAD TRIPS
+when you are almost-29 and you inform people that you never learned to drive they tend to look at you like whatever you have is catching
+MIX TAPES FOR ROAD TRIPS
-there is a small chance that I would be as flighty and easily terrified as I was when I was seventeen and learning to drive and basically cried every time I got on the freeway
-small nothin, there is a very good chance of that

Conclusion
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My friend's response:
Additional reasons you oughtta be learning to drive:

+ Just because you know how, doesn't mean you necessarily need to get a car and thus contribute to pollution; it's just a skill that you have in your repertoire.
+ If there is ever a family medical emergency, it comes in handy for getting people to the hospital; as Flavor Flav reminds us, 911 is a joke.
+ Most of us learned to drive at age 15 or so, and there's nothing more ridiculously ill-advised than putting a 15-year-old [name redacted] behind the wheel of a multi-ton fast-moving hunk of steel. You cannot possibly be less equipped than that.
+ There is a distinct possibility that any long-term mate will grow to resent you if they have to drive all the time. (Note: I may be projecting here, given that I was in a longterm relationship with someone in her twenties who would not learn to fucking drive already, and I had to cart her ass all over.)
+ You're limiting possible locales for living to cities with public transportation.
+ After the apocalypse, there sure as hell ain't gonna be any trains criss-crossing the wasteland. What kind of road warrior takes the damn bus?

Conclusion: LEARN TO DAMN DRIVE ALREADY.

Also, learn on a standard if you can, as that increases your utility by plus-one, your entitlement to smugness by plus-two, and your sexitude by plus-three.

So guess what I am asking for for my birthday?
Hint: It's not a car.

questionable google search of the week

Someone found this website by Googling "give yourself temporary amnesia."
Does that involve hitting yourself in the head or something? I am not responsible for any self-injury you people may be inspired to do because of these writings. That statement works on so many different levels.

i'm a boy, i'm a boy, i'm a boy, i'm a boy, i'm a boy, i'm a boy, i'm a boy

My sister was right: I had an mp3 listed for like three weeks as "George Michael + Rufus Wainwright" when it was actually Ben Folds and Rufus Wainwright. I am surprised that nobody else caught that. Or gave me shit for it.
So it is the weekend, and I am at home, and do you know what that means? That means, well, a lot of things, like coming home and finding out that my childhood living room has been painted pink, like Pepto Bismol pink, and eating Thai food with my sister and watching Man vs. Wild, and going to a taping of this show where Michael Feldman weird thinly-veiled asides about the size of Tommy Thompson's penis (he's sort of got a reason to be a little mad), and some shaggy-haired kid who said he played trombone in the marching band at his high school and was on the wrestling team took the quiz, and it probably means some other stuff too. It is not even two in the afternoon and roughly 40% of my day has been spent dreading work on Monday.
But the weekends at home, they also mean new music!
Due to the previously-mentioned Freaks & Geeks marathoning, I am very much going through a Who phase right now.
The Who-Substitute
This includes the Petra Haden Who covers record:
Petra Haden-Tattoo
This has nothing to do with the Who, but I can't stop listening to it:
the Klaxons-It's Not Over Yet
In conclusion,
I'd say we're very forgiving of mistakes. We make our own laws now, our own justice. And we've been pretty creative at finding ways to let people off the hook for everything from theft to murder. And we've had to be. Because...because we're not a civilization anymore. We are a gang. And we're on the run. And we have to fight to survive. We have to break rules. We have to bend laws. We have to improvise. But not this time, no. Not this time. Not for Gaius Baltar. No, you...you have to die. You have to die, because...well, because we don't like you very much. Because you're arrogant. Because you're weak. Because you're a coward. And we the mob, we want to throw you out the airlock because you didn't stand up to the Cylons and get yourself killed in the process. That's justice now. You should've been killed back on New Caprica. But since you had the temerity to live, we're gonna execute you now. That's justice!
The more I think about this speech, the more I like it, even though we kept saying 'ow' when we watched it because of all the anvils and the Tom Cruise in A Few Good Men shades.
I actually think that I like Lee Adama when they focus on things about his character other than Starbuck.

I have neither eaten or showered today and have little interest in doing either one. IT IS LIKE I AM A ROBOT.
I have done two things:
1. written some shit that I think I hate but is apparently pretty okay and which will probably be up on Glorious Noise this week (this also is why with the lack of nutritive substance, cause you know. Writing is HARD.)
1a. got two people asking rhetorically why I am not really writing for real and not having a good answer
2. spent 234673568356 hours uploading a song, which is:

The Ponys--I Wanna Fuck You
which is a song that actually is sweeter than the title implies, and prettier than it has a right to be. I have no idea who the Ponys are, apparently they are from Chicago. And they are good.

THE END

when i say i love you, you say you better

In Brief:
I stand corrected. Kim Kelly is one of the greatest TV characters of all time.

Seriously, this is all I have been doing with my spare time for about a week now. I am listening to the COMMENTARY TRACKS. It is a PROBLEM.
And I am Googling the names of the actors to see what they look like now. And Bill got really, really pretty. OBSERVE:

omg the shirt he is wearing says "Bill"
Well, also I sometimes get beer spilled on me and accidentally walk through dogshit at three in the morning.

guilty feet have got no rhythm

Some pictures from Chicago are up.
I am at home this weekend for The Ressurection Of Our Lord Savior And Also Candy And Also To Find Out In Person That I Totally Lost My NCAA Bracket.
Also, I listened to this song two times in a row (on tape! we had to rewind it! it was crazy!) yesterday.
Ben Folds+ Rufus Wainwright-"Careless Whisper (live)" It's really, really hot.