The New Car Blog: Part 1.5

So awesome:

You: "Find nearest gas station."
Civic: "Audio off."

We're still getting to know each other.

The New Car Blog: Part One

Okay, okay, so things have been somewhat slow here for a while. Your attention has been elsewhere with the immenence of previously mentioned plans.

Fortunately the first phase of your plan is now complete with the introduction of a new car.

It's a 2006 Honda Civic EX coupe with an automatic transmission and the GPS navigation package. You purchased it this past Tuesday and took delivery on Wednesday. Since then you've put close to 200 miles on it and still have half a tank of gas.

Those clever Japanese engineers.

This car is so much fun to drive its ridiculous. The Navi is voice activated and includes voice control of the audio system too. You still haven't learned all of the voice commands yet but there's just something about being able to ask your car to "Find the nearest vegetarian restaurant" and having it:

1. Find all vegetarian restaurants within a 25 mile radius


2. Ask you if you'd like it to plot the route to the nearest result

That's just cool.

More as it develops...you have to drive...somewhere... ;-P

Ever so quietly.

So you slipped back in, quiet like a mouse, to the Bay Area tonight.

Food for thought: a girl told you this weekend that you're "like, a nerd, cause' you know about stuff but...trapped in a good-lookin' dudes' body."

Is that a compliment?

That's it. It's decided.

I don't want to live here anymore.

In the wind...

You feel spontaneous, so you're going to Hawaii. Tomorrow.

Brilliant!!

In other news you just finished watching Primer and you really must remember to relax your brainus sweetheart, you're still sore from the thorough headfucking you just received.

Fucking predestination paradoxes.

You'll see them in a few.

Love,

dp

Yesss...just like that...oooh just a little slower now...

You just realized something. There are no mirrors up in your house right now.

It occurs to you that this might almost could possibly be a bizarre outcry for help. Because this does truly seem to be some sort of perverse exercise in self-flagellation.

Dont fret, we like the way you look precious. Honestly...we think you're handsome.

It's all love baby.

[4/26 Update:] There are now WAY too many mirrors up. Who needs two seperate full-lengths back to back in the same hallway!?

Update: Who Are You?

So Tila never responded.

*click* *click*

Deleted! You're not my friend anymore!!

For some odd and depraved reason you find that satisfyingly humorous.

What does that even mean?

Wait. What?

So you come home tonight from what proved to be a most amazing night to...

...No Opportunity Wasted by Phil Keoghan. (Yes, the Amazing Race guy.) Waiting on your desk for you.

Thanks Dad.

"And what does that feel like precious?" they might ask.

Well, you imagine it feels exactly like what getting stepped directly on by god would feel like. It also feels like someone ripped out your throat and replaced it with a throat that doesn't work quite right.

You feel adjusted.