I predict the next nine months or so to be the worst yet of the Bush Administration. The laze of the House and Congress is unreal. Reid and Pelosi are just kicking back and riding this thing out. Tap our phones? Fuck it..torture? Eh we’ll fix it later.

Hillary Clinton is destroying the entire presidential race by remaining in. She has like a 10% chance of winning the nomination at this point. I would expect Obama to make the same concession if he were in her shoes. The party needs to be strengthened with resolve, not bogged down in bickering.

Fucking crime, dude. Gas is $4 a gallon, and minimum wage is $7 an hour. Expect more robberies.

Something I’ve been thinking about: Selective service (mandatory).

Give people three options (if they don’t plan on college). Peace Corps, Military, or some kind of works progress set up (think Habitat for Humanity, city re-beautification, etc.). They’ll have a technical skill when they’re done, and I won’t have the new guy at Quiznos handing me a spoon for my salad (yes, that happened).

Let’s be honest…there’s not going to be a huge demand for IT work in the future, it’s pretty much peaked off, and the market is flooded with bachelors degrees which basically are meaningless at this point. There’s going to be huge demand for blue collar work due to lack of skilled labor (ooh, and the fun new green collar).

I think small business is going to boom again. Globalization has pretty much destroyed the grip places like Wal-Mart held on the world’s balls, and really, how can the whole corporate structure of our economy *not* implode at this point?

So there was a bunch of people partying in what looked like a hotel parking lot, yet somehow it was Ryan's apartment, and there were all these tents set up like someone would have at a buffet first communion thingamajig.

Then Ryan had a truck like my '48, except someone turned it into a bus, and every time he turned the music on, like 8 robotic characters popped out of the windows like a Chuck E Cheese type deal and started rocking out, and they looked freakishly human. Then Kyle was like "It doesn't get much better than that! I bet you're jealous!" or something along those lines.

Then later, I drove to some tunnel thing where you had to pay a toll, and Ness followed me there in this beat up old limo with some weird dude driving, and she got out to talk to me. In front of each car was a cement wall, and you had to pay like $18 to get past them, and Ness was trying to coerce me into paying for my toll, and she'd just drive through right behind me so she didn't have to pay, and I remember being like "I dunno dude, I don't understand how this is going to work, I mean it's a cement wall" and she was like "Don't worry, I saw them do this in the Italian Job"

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Go to the site in the ad, and check out the gallery. It doesn't get much cooler than that. Pretty much everyone has a spare tire cover these days.

The Buick is down for the count...again.

GM decided to put a PLASTIC intake plenum on top of an already chinsy all aluminum engine, and then run the exhaust recirculation valve (EGR) lines in such a way that they touch the manifold.

Hot Exhaust + chinsy manifold = Melty time theatre.

It wouldn't be bad if that's all that happened, but since coolant runs through the plenum also, the melted hole lets coolant into the engine where it's not supposed to be. So basically, my engine is hydro-locked.

I have a choice of towing it to a local garage and paying for that fix which is probably around $600 (plus the price of the tow)

or I could do it myself, in my driveway for about $200.

Either way, there's no guarantee that serious engine damage hasn't already taken place.

I had some free time yesterday and the doom and gloom of cabin fever has reignited a long since passion of mine: Plastic model building.

I decided to wander over to Time Machine Hobby in Manchester.

Dudes, the place kicks ass. It's in an old warehouse, and there's so much friggin awesome stuff in there I was blown away.

Needless to say, I dropped $50 in there on a model of a 1956 Ford, paints, glue, and a couple other things.

The guy that works there saw me hovering around the models and paints for like literally an hour and a half and said "Looks like you found a new home"

I sure fuckin' did, fella.

So, I'm really hesitant to even write this because of how effing scary it was, but it's too sketchy not to talk about.

I was leaving my friend's place last night, and looked up because I noticed that it was clear out and there were tons of stars...but I noticed something floating around like 30 feet off the ground, like, this black cloudy thing about ten feet in diameter, and it was moving around kind of over the house, and then it stood still for a second.

My blood ran cold, and I felt like it was watching me.

I got in my car and got the hell out of there. Wicked fuckin scary.

Something I need to get off my chest:

If I post this on other boards I use, it would start a seething flame war because everyone is a sensitive little pussy who doesn't believe in capital punishment, or making others feel bad about themselves for consistently fucking up in life, much less insult the dead.

Anyhooo

Boyd Coddington died last week. Hopefully his legacy did too.

A lot of people have been on message boards I frequent, calling him a pioneer, visionary, etc. He was not.

What Boyd Coddington did (along with certain few others) was take a backyard hobby and turn it into a multi-million dollar rich boys club, essentially robbing those that started it of future undertakings.

He led the way for all these fucking retirees with fat wallets to take a perfectly good deuce coupe, and retrofit it with air conditioning, power windows, and automatic transmissions, and turned car meets into family friendly, ‘no burnouts please!’ bullshit. Your fucking family doesn't need to be involved with everything you do. Nobody wants sticky fingered little kids running in between cars with melty soft serve ice cream cones. It's bad enough that we have to endure candy-sweet '50s music on full blast (fucking rockabilly PLEASE! Johnny Cash, Carl Perkins, Jerry Lee...definitely not the fucking Beach Boys).

If you want a car with air, buy a fucking new one. Little kids deserve to be scared by uncapped headers and lopey cams. It inspires certain few. Billet aluminum does not.

Did we really *need* an extra day here? I know I hate March, and leap year prolongs that inevitable crap month, but dude...

Anyways, it's going to snow again. I can't believe this. I was going to take Cavutto up on his offer of a poker night, but now that's shot to hell. I really need to get out and socialize with people. I'm turning into Howard Hughes, and not in a good way.

I'd also like to take this time to complain about people west of the Mississippi, and those south of the Mason-Dixon...what the hell is wrong with you people?

I bought some fenders for my '48 off a guy on a message board I've been frequenting, and seriously I've had to baby step the guy through the whole fucking transaction. I even gave him a little extra cash for packaging and gas money to get to the freight station, and still, he just seems to have no short term memory, and keeps asking for my address and shit. It's like, dude, SCROLL DOWN! I think he's old, so I've been as forgiving as possible, but last night I almost sent him an email to tell him to get a running start backwards and shove everything up his ass.

Lastly: Experience.

I love the experience debate between Obama and Hillary.

There's people that have been working here for 20 years that don't have a fucking clue what's going on.

I went to the Buckland mall on sunday. I'm seriously never going there again. Why? It's a critique on why forced bussing never would have worked. Some people belong elsewhere...like the Holyoke Mall. There are downfalls to integrated societies...like four thugs walking into Kay Jewelers to ask out one of the sales ladies. "Those people" have no boundaries.

Then we had lunch at Red Robin. You guys have got way too much shit going on there. The burgers are terrific, but seriously, you swiped your decor ideas from TGI Fridays, who swiped it from the old Ground Round, who probably swiped it from Cracker Barrel. In other words, it's been done, and over done.

What are you going for here? Fabulous 50's meets the Jetsons? Then you add a full bar? K.I.S.S.

And for the love of Pete...is it too much to ask to grab a bite to eat and not be interupted because some shitdick is having a birthday? Five people were having a birthday there at 3 p.m. on a Sunday.

Happy B-day Cavutto! 

Bad candidate!

Hit that like Big Papi with two outs in the 9th!

For real though, who even reads the NYTimes anymore?

And about Michelle Obama's comment about being proud of her country for the first time.

Segregation ended a mere 40 years ago...Watergate...Iran Contra Affair...Bill Clinton's Monica-gate...the Pat Tillman cover up...Mission accomplished...$101 a barrel and record Exxon profits...Gitmo...water boarding...Abu Gharaib

She's a terrorist! Get her!

I decided that I'm probably going to quit martial arts after I get my black belt. I'm kinda ready to quit now...but it would be stupid since I'm one belt away.

Also, I was kind of reminiscing about the old days the other day.

It used to be great to go out for a nice sunday drive. I used to drive all over the place looking for old cars and other cool stuff, just trying to get lost.

You can't really do that anymore, not at three bucks a gallon for gas...and even if you do, which I did on sunday, there's always some impatient asshole right on your bumper.

Also though about street racing. There was a standard for like 50 years, and unwritten rules that were followed. Ever since that faggoty Fast and the Furious movie came out, all these little dipshits in their rice rockets have completely ruined the automotive hobby.

Been kind of thinking about starting a car club dedicated to the old ways...but it would probably just be a waste of my time, and I'd be pretty exclusionary about who I wanted to join. Not even sure if 'exclusionary' is a word...

I went to Wendy's today, and these two black chicks behind the counter (well ok, one was too old to be a chick), were all staring at me, like RIGHT at me and like two feet away. Finally one of them was like "don't be scared...we just think you got bedroom eyes or somethin'"

"oh yeah he fine. he fine, he ain't got no wedding band either" said the other one

"I saw that! I don't know if he got a girlfriend or nothin cause he ain't tellin"

Then their manager came over and started yelling at them and saying Wendy's isn't a meat market.

I was pretty dumb struck.

Later on as I was driving, I saw a girl get plastered when a car drove through a puddle. It was classic.

That has been my day so far.