Censorship is fun!

Today, while bored at work, I stumbled upon an article linked from Fark about slammed cars.  While reading through the article, I couldn’t help but notice that much of the imagery, were all JPEGs that I’d seen before. Subsequently, much of the content seemed to be precariously similar, obviously re-written, but not a far stretch from the original sources.

Since the “author” of said article decided to publish her “piece” on a public forum, I decided to publicly insinuate that there was a little bit of plagiarism going on.

A good bit of the content here was funnier eleven years ago when it was originally posted on riceboypage.com

Both times I submitted the comment, it was deleted, almost immediately.  If that doesn’t acknowledge a hint of guilt, I don’t know what does.  Ain’t censorship a wonderful thing?  Fuck [website redacted].*  Their shit isn’t really that funny, and they produce more incessant, unfunny lists to inspire reminiscing than the E! network.

*they’re not worth giving any plug to.

Magic, indeed

One of the biggest gripes I had when I got my car, aside from the fact that it turned out to be pretty lemony not even after a full year, was the fact that the two front rims were noticeably unsightly in comparison to the two rear rims. Given the fact that one of the cleaner of the two rear rims has been replaced with an even better conditioned, clean rim, it only exacerbates the hideousness of the front two. Conventional cleaning with soapy water and sponge are useless against the kind of blemishes on those rims – they were outright stains. A combination of ceramic brake pads, along with the kind of dust from the rotors that come from ceramics, combined with the heat of brakes, essentially baking the dust into the rims themselves led to some seemingly irremovable stains.

Muhammad Hassan promised that post-purchase, he would have his detailing guys set up an appointment for me and get the rims cleaned, but that never happened. I didn’t want to go all the way to Roswell just for detailing, and he kept flaking out and making up bullshit excuses that his guys were always booked, and I’m fairly certain he was aware of this factor. Either way, I gave up on the situation, regardless of how principally irresponsible that was; a 60 mile drive, in escalating gas prices land, for an uncomfortable situation, and uncertainty of getting resolved just didn’t seem like it was worth it.

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Mobile brogging from Starbucks since I have nothing else to do

Gotta love car repair. If you don’t go somewhere at ass o’clock, then there is no chance you get service done the same day. Almost like trying to fly standby. But anyway, new wheel, new tires, and now brake work, and almost $800 (so far) credit card debt. But at least for the first time in ages, my car feels good again. Dare I almost say awesome. The axle/joint issues are still there, lingering, but for the time being, I have wait for my ass to stop bleeding before I delve further into debt.

A sigh of relief

So long, EPA estimated 30 miles per gallon.  Going the vehicul’s top speed for two straight weeks had that one benefit, but I’m certainly glad to be through with that ordeal now.

With one spotless, crack-free rim, and four fresh, brand-new tires, I found myself soaring to work at a generous speed; naturally following the pace of traffic, that is.  And for the time being, one of these wheels is not like the other, meaning two are stained and filthy, one is kinda dirty, and one looks like it just came off the assembly line.  But damn, has this briefly re-invigorated my love of driving again, since I’m no longer constrained to 55 mph.

For the first time in a while, I’m in good spirits, subsequently.  I’ve also noticed that while at work, when returning to the cube from the printer, I have a tendency to roll my proofs into tubes, long ways.  And I brandish them like a club, or a simulated weapon.  It makes me feel a little carnal, in a way.

A conundrum

The hand that has been feeding me throughout the last three years is now seriously jeopardizing my immediate future.  Aside from the earnest, honest approach to the situation, I don’t know what to do, if things do take the worst-case scenario.

In other news, my replacement wheel still has not arrived, and I am still driving around on a god damn donut.  At this, I am perturbed, but my morale is still not all lost, because I am currently working, and am still under the belief that 2011 is going to be a much better year.

As a whole, 2010 sucked. Good Riddance.

I often think it is cliche the way people sum up entire years, this time of year, but then again, it’s so often done when things aren’t very good.  I can be fortunate to say that I haven’t really had too many bad years as wholes, and the last one that genuinely comes to mind is back in like 2002.  With all that in mind, in the pessimistic world we live in, I suppose it simply is easier to blabber about something when it’s more like a trainwreck than a sappy, warm, feel-good story.

In a nutshell, 2010 has sucked great big, gigantic, sweaty goat balls, overall.  I’m ecstatic to see that it’s mercifully coming to a close, and I’m praying that 2011 treats me, and treats Jen a whole lot better than 2010 did, because I’m not sure if I’ll have enough black hairs left to turn white by the end of next year if this shit keeps up.  With great trepidation, I clench my anoos, fearing that there’s still time for more discouraging, cringe-inducing bullshit to occur, and as evidenced by recent events, there’s no such thing as coasting to the finish.

But not to say that 2010 was 100% pure rubbish.  There were a few good things that happened this year.  And to start off this conclusive post on a positive note, let’s get the good shit out of the way so I can talk about all the shitty shit that happened that most people are more intrigued about anyway:

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Never again.

Will I purchase a used car from anywhere other than certified used. CarFaxes and pre-inspections be damned, far too much bullshit is still capable from indy dealers. The hypothesis with my piece of shit is that the rear axle was changed, likely from an undocumented accident, which explains why no original wheels seems to be able to fit on my piece of shit.

P.S. WordPress app sucks balls.