I got a cah...

Loooong day today. What I learned today, In short:
1. I got a car. (Matrix! Wheee!)
2. Salesman should learn not to mess with my wife (see #1)
3. My wife should become a professional negotiator.
4. Car salesman lie. Okay, I knew this already.

More to come in greater detail when things settle.

Can you get into heaven if you lie, cheat, and steal?

I'm positive that in this case, God will look the other way...
Rest in peace, Eddie. Friday nights won't be the same without you.

Found!

The car has been found. When all of the dust settles, you'll be abloe to read all about it on my Lost Angeles page.

100 posts!

Wow. I just realized I hit 100 posts as of my last one. So this is sort of a pointless 101st saying... look, I did 100! Here's something interesting that has the potential to be very fun, touching, creepy, or embarrassing. Go to http://forbes.codefix.net/capsule/ and send yourself a message in the future.

It's a time capsule program. You write an email to yourself and they deliver it in 1, 3, 5 or whatever years. It's an interesting thought. Write yourself a message detailing everything in your life and see how far you've come in a few years. Then, as long as your email address doesn't change, you'll get your message in a few years, and you can look back wistfully and think, boy, was I ever ________.

Fun!

Two more agents...

Amidst the chaos of my life, I've gotten the book away to two more agents. As for the car, I'm currently stuck in limbo... the insurance company made me an offer, but until I get the title in the mail from my loan company, I'm stuck. Hooray for bureaucracy.

Bengals get a week off, and then it's the dreaded Colts. The undefeated Colts. One thing is absolutely certain for me about this game: one of the two teams is going to come away highly embarrassed.

I voted today!

And I'm really tired, so this journal is all over the place.

You should never judge a book by its cover. However, today on the bus, I learned that there's a good chance that if a man smells like alcohol, you shouldn't stand too close to him in the aisle when the bus starts moving, because he's bound to fall down drunk and smell like poo. Actually , this isn't really a rule that would apply to all men who smell like alcohol and ride the bus. Just the one guy who almost fell on the woman sitting next to me.