As you guys have been clamoring for the news....

Hold on. I just crashed my head into my desk so hard I had to take five minutes to staunch a nosebleed. Where's the clamoring? I've had zero comments for the last two weeks. Come on! Clamor!

Anyway, here's the new whip.



When I went to the lot, I told the salesman that I'd like to look at cars that weren't white. But they had this one, and it was pretty good, so I ended up bringing it home. So far, I'm happy with it. I'd like to sit a little lower in the driver's seat -- it's made for people of average height, not for me. But despite the cavernous amounts of room inside the car, it doesn't feel bigger or handle much clumsier when I'm driving it than the old one did. Plus it's technically not white -- it's vanilla.

On an unrelated note, I've been unmotivated to blog very much of late, as you may have noticed. Not that you faithful readers help. I'm thinking about going in a different direction with this site. We'll see what comes of it.

Either he's too engrossed in his phone conversation to realize it, or he's preventing his roommate from taking it over, or it's a new fashion statement with the kids -- I don't know which, but the college-looking guy at the mailbox has neglected to remove his Guitar Hero controller.

I even have a camera phone now, but two attempts to capture the moment turned up fruitless.

Who truly won yesterday's NBA All-Star slam dunk contest? You be the judge:

Dwight Howard ...



or Avery?



Just goes to show that Orlando is where it's at for getting above the rim.

Even though I didn't technically own the car anymore, it still hurt a little bit deep in my chest to see it in such a state. I felt like I was using it, betraying it somehow by simply harvesting my belongings and walking away.

Oh well. My payout arrived today, and tomorrow I'll be shopping for a replacement. With any luck I should be able to find one that doesn't suck.

Thanks for the good memories, Thank God. Enjoy your well-deserved rest on the scrap heap.