Car Crash.

So yeah, I am sans car for a while.  Tire blew out, swerved into concrete, tire is almost inside car now.  It is in the shop.  I am lucky to be alive.  That was my Christmas present to myself, apparently.

I did manage to scrounge up a binary LED watch, a few books, a new razor, and some money. That’s pleasing.

Some asshole thought it would be a good idea to light off a few firecrackers while on an airplane to Detroit this week. Which means now security guards are going to be overzealous assholes. Also, he did it on the same airline I’m using at the end of the month. JACKASS. GOD.

Castle Carnivale Festival in February. Cannot wait. I need test tube shots delivered to me by belly dancers flanked by pirates.

Also, “it’s so simple
the way they fall
no cry, no whimper
no sound at all
tick tick tick tick tick
tick tick tick tick tick
tick tick tick tick tick
tick tick tick tick tick
tick tick tick tick
boom”

“Red, the color, the lines, the road,
225, the fearless explode,
Who burns rubber from coast to coast,
Supernova gets burned like toast…

Gasoline blood fire veins,
Hong Kong flu rides soul train,
Concrete breakfast, star struck fame,
First place killer, the man with no name…

Machine shop rodeo, the scrap pile boss,
You’re the one who’s gonna learn about loss.
Eyes on the road, souls in the gutter,
Burn up the street just like the toe cutter…

Don’t be foolish, don’t go insane,
Dead man’s curve, ride the inside lane,
Concrete breakfast, star struck fame,
First place killer!”