Thursday, August 18, 2005

I love cold mornings. Oh, wait...

  • Every day is an adventure with my beloved Delta 88. Who in their right mind would want a boring normal car with all its reliability in getting its driver from point A to point B? Part of the adventure, they say, is getting there. And the question of whether I will get there at all makes the journey even more exciting.
    I have found that the car performs better if I give it a minute to warm up when I first start it up. So, I was doing this on Thursday morning and I sort of leaned back and watched the steam rise up next to the car's window and I felt all happy and relaxed and thought to myself: "I'm so happy that the mornings are starting to get cool again. I love the fall."
    Then I remembered that it is August. The mornings have been cooler, but the temperature was still up around 65. The steam I was seeing was bluish smoke.
    Thankfully, Gov. Jesse Ventura eliminated emissions standards in Minnesota several years ago, so I just ignored it and drove to work. Thanks, Jesse!

  • Random line from the song that I can't get out of my head: "After two flaming sambukas she don't care who she is."

  • There's something inherently wrong with the phrase 14-year-old wife.

  • Good name for a band: Civil War Surgery

    Thomas said...

    First again. I will be seventh later in the day. Just watch me, Chris.

    OldHorsetailSnake said...

    Hey, we've got a Falls City in Oregon that is just like that, only the girl has to be a sister.

    Dave Morris said...

    I've been in a town where I swear it's possible to be given birth to by your own sister.

    Blue Eye, Missouri.

    Oh, and Blue Eye, Arkansas. They are together on the state line. Just like Kansas City, MO and KS, only with more relative-sex.

    Thomas said...

    Can somebody help me out in my quest to be the 7th comment here?

    Chris Cope said...

    You should pursue these sorts of quests on more popular blogs, Thomas.

    Dave Morris said...

    Chris, this comment serves two purposes. One, to help Thomas be the 7th comment. Two, to let you know you've been "tagged." See my blog to find out the subject matter, and if you don't respond, may the hairs of your nose grow so long that you trip.