Wednesday Miscellanious

Why Pavlov did not train cats. Need I say more?
















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Don't feel sorry for me.


This gorgeous car on the left is in about the same shape as what E. and I call "the manky car" on the right--the 1992 Dodge Colt that my dad gifted to us so we could sell off my old Saturn. When people see me in the Colt I can tell they feel sorry for me. by the way they glance pityingly at me from the height of their Chevy Maximus Grandus, or whatever those big ass cars I see everywhere are. They wonder if I am unemployed, or perhaps work for minimum wage at Taco Bell. They feel a little superior and relieved that they, thank Jebus, can afford to drive something more luxurious, something they aren't afraid to be seen in. What these people don't know is that I can afford a new car--in the American sense of "afford" which is that we could easily make a car payment on some snazzy new hybrid--and eventually we will. But right now it's a glorious feeling to own two cars that drive perfectly well without a monthly payment on either. It's nice to have low insurance and not to care if someone swipes my car with their door or puts a small dent in it.


Now, I imagine that others have the same feeling about Mister silver volkswagon rabbit, or whatever it is. I even did. I thought that my car looked pretty darn good next to his. But in the second photo (which blogger is too much of a bitch to post) you would see that Mister silver has a protective lockbar on his steering wheel to prevent its theft.

So you may laugh all you want, but he values that car and he isn't going to risk having it stolen. He probably has no car payments and low insurance, too. And that's enough reason to keep it out of the hands of all the petty thieves who are just dying to steal it :)

JPR