Black it in, black it in

I was running on the treadmill the other day, and I watched a news report about how there is a law that is trying to be passed nationwide.  A law that states by the year 2014, all new cars will be required to have rear-view cameras.  They could have left it at just that, and I wouldn’t have thought twice about it, but then the Atlanta iteration of the news proceeds to state that the rationale behind such mandatory requirement would be so that it would become safer to cars to park in reverse.  Safer for cars to back it into parking spaces.  Safer for ridez to black it in.

There’s something ironically humorous that a state whose capital has what feels like a 90% black population, wanting to pass a law for cars to have mandatory rear-view cameras, for the express purpose to make backing into parking spaces easier.

HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH.

Another good Volkswagen commercial

Despite the fact that I probably wouldn’t aspire to get any of today’s VWs due to the fact that they’re all kind of pricey and honestly, I don’t like the direction of their styling, I have to admit that I really do oftentimes like their marketing.

I find this commercial enjoyable. Obvious mom driving around in a slammed Honda Civic Del Sol, complete with trunk system, fart cannon and under glow, and then coming home seconds before her daughter and her loser boyfriend, where they switch keys.

he message is an obvious one that Volkswagens are safe as opposed to a tricked-out rice rocket, but that’s not necessarily why I like the commercial. I guess as I’ve gotten older and leaving behind the days of when I did like a little rice on my cars in favor of more sensible and practical options. Regardless, the visuals of a mom in a rice rocket is amusing. And she’s a total MILF too.

I don’t know why I’m at work, so I’ll muse about 2011

I’m pretty sure I can count on one hand just how many people are in this office today.  Granted, I’m not complaining at the fact that I’m getting paid to sit here and do absolutely no work, but man, I certainly wouldn’t have minded sleeping in this morning.  But instead, I trudged out of bed at 6:30 a.m. to go run around the ‘hood in 36 degree weather, and here I sit, waiting for a few hours to pass, since I made it all the way out here already.  So with that in mind, and since I’ve pretty much seen the entire work-safe internet now, I suppose it’s not a bad time to sit back and catch up on some writing.  And with the end of the year literally right around the corner, why not use that as a topic?

Since I’m at the office, and don’t ever visit my own sites on the network for paranoid fear that they’ll one day find my online identity, I’m musing most of this based on what I can remember off the top of my head.  But the good news is that, as a whole, I don’t think that the encapsulated 2011 year was a very bad year at all.  Compared to 2010, it was a much improved year.  At first blush I want to say that it wasn’t anything magnificently spectacular, but the more I think about it, I guess I can say that 2011 was a pretty decent year overall.

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It may be God’s Property

But it’s still illegally parked and in the fucking way.

Saw this shit recently while I was trying to do some work.  In the midst of the slow holiday period, I volunteered to do some grunt work, to look like a good team player.  The company was going to haul some furniture in from their warehouses, delivered in one of their company trucks.  It was cold and windy outside, even in the storage bay.  But for whatever reason, God’s Property here saw it fit to illegally park, block the company truck, and deliver some shitty catering to one of the other companies in the building, while myself and several other grunt workers were forced to wait for them to emerge.

Needless to say, the time spent waiting, even the most religious of saints was cursing God’s Property for wasting all our time.

Bryce Harper’s Monster Truck

In short, the Arizona Fall League has more or less ruined me as far as live baseball experiences are concerned.  Parking is free at all these small, intimate ballparks.  There are only general admission tickets that are $7 a pop, and allow you to sit anywhere you want, including right behind home plate.  And unlike in Spring Training where there are veterans loafing it and not taking the games seriously, the Arizona Fall League is nothing but 19-25 year olds playing their hearts out, because every ounce of effort could possible get noticed and get them called up to the Majors sooner rather than later.  Baseball at it’s most pure and innocent, and frankly, most beautiful.

I also shagged five baseballs because hardly anyone is at these games, and got into one game free, because a stadium worker just didn’t really care and let us in, but it’s instances like getting to go right up to Bryce Harper’s douchy monster truck and take my picture next to it that is really awesome.

I look forward to going to Arizona again in the future, even if it’s boring as fuck outside of baseball.  At least the food is really good.

Neko-Con Stories: The BMW’s contridictory vanity plate

It amuses me to no end when car owners are so proud of their vehicles, that they require vanity plates to boast about their cars.  Most of the time, this occurs the most with Honda drivers; I’ve seen with my own eyes a Honda S2000 with the license plate “S2000,” and once even a Civic… A HONDA CIVIC (with no trim badge, meaning it’s a DX) with a vanity plate saying “CIVICPWR (btw, the Civic DX has like, no power).”  There are several other notable examples floating around on the internet in regards to obvious vanity plates on Hondas.

But since everyone knows that I love BMWs, this affliction is not avoidable by arrogant BMW drivers either.  Case in point – this BMW M3, with the plate saying “M THR33,” which I find to be confusing.  Yes, in leet speek, it would be phonetically be “M THREE,” but since I live in reality, I’m kind of baffled by the two 3’s to designate it.

Does the 33 designate engine size?  If that’s the case, then this is incorrect; this particular M3 came in 3.0 or 3.2 liter sizes; even today’s M3s, none of them are equipped with a 3.3 liter.

Or perhaps it’s taking cues from the fashion in which BMW designates its cars; M-series cars are typically the cream of the crop when it comes to any family of BMWs, but the fact that their plate says 33, it kind of implies that it’s a 3-series with a 3.0 liter engine, which would probably be the most correct interpretation so far.  But at the same time, they’re essentially exposing the fact that it’s a 3-series with a 3.0 engine, which can describe both the 330i or the M3.

It’s overall very contradictory, and it doesn’t really serve any purpose other than to propagate stereotypes about BMW drivers being arrogant, excessive, ignorant, and a whole bunch of other derogatory personal adjectives, or all of the above.  So as far as vanity plates goes, M THR33 gets a big fat F.