Blast!
I just can't quit you! I'm trying to break the habit of posting every day, but it's a little difficult at times.
Well, something very interesting happened today, so I have a very good excuse for lack of lack of posts. Today, my mom and I were going to the range (I'll not go into a long post about that. I just shot 100 rounds into a terrorists face,while my mom used her shotgun to demolish a lower--yet even more sensitive--part on the target). Before that, however, my mom claimed that she needed to "run an errand" for my dad, "for his work," or something of the sort.
It wasn't. Not even close.
We pulled into the gravel parking lot of a used car dealer in a somewhat shady-looking area, which I actually knew fairly well from driving home that way back when I was in public high school. We parked in a space, and walked inside the small facility. On the way to the door, however, I began to suspect something was up, as we passed right by a white convertible that looked very similar to the glimpse of some pictures I'd caught in a mirror the night before when my dad showed my mom something on his laptop, telling her, "don't let [Hazel] know."
Well... no, it's not for me, but my parents had, apparently, bought a car. It's a 1993 Mazda Miata, and here's a nice picture in that wonderful camera phone quality (how much do digital cameras cost now? I really oughta get one...):
I believe my dad actually wants a Cobra, but those are really expensive, whereas they bought this for around the same amount as the one I drive. He does plan on getting a Cobra in a few years when he's retired, provided that he's not taxed to death. So yes, my parents will be those old people in a really awesome car that make everyone else on the road feel incredibly awkward.
All this made me wonder what neat car I'll want to get when I retire and a) have money, and b) don't care about living too much longer (as in, I won't care as much about it being crashworthy. Currently, I drive that tank and don't tend to want to trust much else). I've settled on a black, late '60's-era Impala, mostly because it's the Metallicar (yeah yeah, I know), but it also just plain looks cool.
So, this got me wanting to listen to some classic rock. I flipped the radio to the station that most consistently plays that particular genre, and got this. I love that song, but it won't let me embed, so I'll just go on continuing the train of thought I had. I usually hear some fun songs when I go to my office-cleaning job, as it's a good way to drive, and this past weekend was no exception. After a particularly fun singing of Bohemian Rhapsody (Yes, I do the Wayne's World headbang), Renegade came on. Of course, I knew neither the artist nor the title at the time, but found out easily enough. Therefore, here you go, and enjoy Renegade by Styx (the video is just album covers. It was either that or a Supernatural video, and I don't want to seem too obsessed):
P.S. Sorry about all the parentheses. They're just so useful when I have a bunch of branches relating to one thought that don't really go anywhere.
Well, something very interesting happened today, so I have a very good excuse for lack of lack of posts. Today, my mom and I were going to the range (I'll not go into a long post about that. I just shot 100 rounds into a terrorists face,while my mom used her shotgun to demolish a lower--yet even more sensitive--part on the target). Before that, however, my mom claimed that she needed to "run an errand" for my dad, "for his work," or something of the sort.
It wasn't. Not even close.
We pulled into the gravel parking lot of a used car dealer in a somewhat shady-looking area, which I actually knew fairly well from driving home that way back when I was in public high school. We parked in a space, and walked inside the small facility. On the way to the door, however, I began to suspect something was up, as we passed right by a white convertible that looked very similar to the glimpse of some pictures I'd caught in a mirror the night before when my dad showed my mom something on his laptop, telling her, "don't let [Hazel] know."
Well... no, it's not for me, but my parents had, apparently, bought a car. It's a 1993 Mazda Miata, and here's a nice picture in that wonderful camera phone quality (how much do digital cameras cost now? I really oughta get one...):
I believe my dad actually wants a Cobra, but those are really expensive, whereas they bought this for around the same amount as the one I drive. He does plan on getting a Cobra in a few years when he's retired, provided that he's not taxed to death. So yes, my parents will be those old people in a really awesome car that make everyone else on the road feel incredibly awkward.
All this made me wonder what neat car I'll want to get when I retire and a) have money, and b) don't care about living too much longer (as in, I won't care as much about it being crashworthy. Currently, I drive that tank and don't tend to want to trust much else). I've settled on a black, late '60's-era Impala, mostly because it's the Metallicar (yeah yeah, I know), but it also just plain looks cool.
So, this got me wanting to listen to some classic rock. I flipped the radio to the station that most consistently plays that particular genre, and got this. I love that song, but it won't let me embed, so I'll just go on continuing the train of thought I had. I usually hear some fun songs when I go to my office-cleaning job, as it's a good way to drive, and this past weekend was no exception. After a particularly fun singing of Bohemian Rhapsody (Yes, I do the Wayne's World headbang), Renegade came on. Of course, I knew neither the artist nor the title at the time, but found out easily enough. Therefore, here you go, and enjoy Renegade by Styx (the video is just album covers. It was either that or a Supernatural video, and I don't want to seem too obsessed):
P.S. Sorry about all the parentheses. They're just so useful when I have a bunch of branches relating to one thought that don't really go anywhere.
