Ever been driving down the freeway and have your car start to smoke and smell like burning plastic? It’s a pleasant experience, let me tell you.
Thankfully, I wasn’t on my way anywhere important. Thankfully, I was able to get off the freeway, and, eventually, even get to my destination. Thankfully, I have friends who are willing to cart my ass around and get me home in one piece.
Silver Escort, we hardly knew ye.
But this is truly a sad day. My buddy and reliable companion of nearly 10 years, the ‘93 Escort, is going to be put out to pasture in the next couple of days. He wasn’t a flashy car, wasn’t a fancy car. But he was a good car. The best car that I could ever ask for. I bought him for the bargain price of $3000 in 2001 thanks to the eagle eye of my dad, and I’ve only ever really had to change the oil and tires on him. How much more can you ask for in a car?
You will be missed, Silver Escort. You stuck with me through thick and thin, and I can’t help but think you took a dive on this one. You sacrificed yourself so that the Jetta may live, but I promise, you’ll be happier with the donation people.
Now we’ll actually have to suffer through the new car buying experience. And I don’t relish that. As a result, my long-standing point of pride where cars are concerned–having paid more for computers than for cars–is about to be rent asunder.
But it’s necessary due to the fact that, right now, our current functioning vehicle does not have enough physical room to fit two adults and two children in car seats. It’s simply not possible to do.
I really hate cars. Why can’t this city have the mass transit system of a European city? I would pay good money to live in a city where I didn’t have to worry about cars. Right now, I pay good money to live in a city where the people in charge just don’t give a rat’s ass about it.
Bad week for sleep
The worst part of car trouble is the lack of sleep that it causes. I don’t have any tolerance for lack of sleep, whatever the cause. Being in a work environment that’s high on distraction and disruption AND completely lacking the cracking whip of an overlord, I need to be firing on all cylinders in order to get off the couch and get anything done.
I’m convinced that lack of sleep is the biggest contributor to procrastination, weight gain, depression, and a lot of the (relatively) minor ills that we all face and maybe some of the major ones.
I mean, right now, I’m down nearly 10 hours over the last three nights. Meaning, I’ve gotten 17.5 hours when I should have gotten 28. And my productivity has been in the toilet the last few days. Just writing this, I’m working harder to keep focused and coherent than I normally would. And fatigue this deep is unaffected by caffeine. I’ve downed a large latte, and I’m still yawning (and bouncing my knee like a nervous person).
So get some sleep, will ya? Or at least keep it down, so I can.
What I’m reading…
Darwyne Cook’s 2004 6-issue series has gotten lots of attention in the last while, mainly due to the fact that an animated version was released at a recent comic book convention.
It’s a re-imagining of the origins of the DC Universe (the one with Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman), but set predominantly in the late 1950s. The art style is very similar to the Warner Brothers Batman, Superman and JLA cartoons, the boxy-chinned, square-fingered look (which makes sense, as Cooke labored in the WB animation studios for several years before breaking into the comic biz).
The series was obviously written with love and affection for the heroes, but in a recent interview of Cooke by the iFanboy kids, the creator let on that he really has eyes only for the human heroes like Batman and Green Arrow, the ones without powers. And it shows; the costume to plain-clothed heroes is definitely skewed toward the civilians. But make no mistake, there’s a cataclysmic event in the last two issues that has the pajama-wearers out in force to save the world.
It was a good series, but a little too self-important for a comic story, drawing a bit too much on the backdrop of the social events of the late 50’s / early 60’s to lend weight to the story. I ended up skimming lots of the stuff like quotes from JFK and dramatic “voice-overs” when panning across a small black child taking inspiration while reading comics at the grave of a man killed by a lynch mob. I just didn’t feel the connection between real life figures and the imagined world of the book.
The art was great, really giving a feel of the period with the stylized architecture and costumes. The colors were great, and it is a pleasure to look at.
All in all, it was a good read, but a little too full of itself as far as it’s attempt to be relevant to the real world.