Nazis make good cars!

So after signing 600 pieces of paper and saying goodbye to all my money I drove away in my new car today.




Let me tell you folks, it's fucking awesome. It was the first time in quite some time that driving was actually fun to me.

And it's got some power. My mom thought I was buying a little shit box, but she's now amazed at just how nice it is. They seriously did an awesome job at making you feel like you're driving a super expensive car, it's great.



It's quite incredible how much is packed into this thing. I'm also enjoying the simple luxuries that I've not had in years, such as power windows, locks, air conditioning and so on.

It's an incredibly smooth and quiet ride...Guess they've made advancements since 1989, eh? Who knew!?


Also the tiptronic transmission is fun as fuck. It's a six speed automatic, but I can switch it over and upshift or downshift whenever I please, so I get to feel like a race car driver. It also has a "sport mode" which just allows it to rev higher before changing gears I guess.

Oh and last but not least a "chilled" glove compartment. So I can have a fine Merlot when I get home.

Anyway, that is a quality auto.

All pictures were taken quickly and therefore suck, it was starting to rain a little.

Also a bonus picture of Molson after he went running through the swamp. He now smells very bad.

wheels.

Well.

I did it. I got a new car.

As of about an hour ago I am officially the proud owner of a 2007 Volkswagen Rabbit. It's kind of nerve wracking and exciting. I don't take buying a new car lightly, I don't have tons of cash to throw around so it was a pretty big decision for a guy like me.

Thanks to me cleaning out my bank account and a loan of $5000 from my awesome parents, the remaining 15 grand will be paid off at just over $300 a month which really isn't that bad.

Considering I've been wanting a new car for a long while and it will be something reliable and awesome on gas, I think I made the right choice.

I started looking at them seriously a few days ago online and fell in love with 'em. Everything about it is cool. I love smaller hatchbacks, and when I actually got to sit in one, I was blown away at how much actual room there is.

The only bad part is that it's white. I had told myself I didn't want another white car, but there is a waiting list of SIX MONTHS to get another one, and being as I'm not that picky when it comes to something as unimportant as colour, I got it.

Also, it looks bitchin' in white. Some cars don't, but this one does. Apparently it is pretty much the only one in "Western Canada" that is even for sale.

I get to pick it up tomorrow sometime after I figure out all my insurance shit. I know I'll be paying more for that, but I hope it isn't too bad.

Also it perhaps puts a dent in my plans of moving out sometime, but whatever. I'll just try my best to save up more. $300 a month isn't that hard to manage.

Stay tuned for a full fledged review of my new auto tomorrow.

PS. what the hell is with not even including floor mats? I swear to god these cunts like to make a buck at every other turn. I eventually convinced him to throw in some special mats ($150 value!) but they don't even have them in stock at the moment.

Giant

Well folks.

My car is pretty much toast. The other day my brother was driving it and barely made it home. I'd been having problems with it and have only really been going to work and back, but he took it somewhere for some reason and now it's fucked.

The thing pretty much stalled out as soon as he got home apparently and sprayed oil all over the mother fuckin' place.

Now when I start it up it literally sounds like a ticking time bomb, or as I told Trevor an old German tank. A mixture of both, really. It's quite fun.

This of course, means I am without wheels of my own. I've been using my sisters car to get to work and that's about it.

I guess I'll have mine looked at, but I'm willing to bet it's pretty much a goner. I'll probably do what I can and sell it for whatever I can get.

And then eventually get a new car. Or a new old car. Something. I really don't care right now.

Been thinking about hittin' the rigs for a bit with my dad, again. For the simple reason that you can't really argue with $2500 a week, right?

long work days and all, but who cares. If I'm gonna be busting my ass (or sitting on my ass bored, as it sounds) I may as well be getting some real money for it.

Then again, I don't even know if it's a real option. I've yet to ask or mention it, so we'll see.

I've been having these real weird, random memories pop into my head as of late. You know, good memories...But really, too much "good" nostalgia is just as crappy as having the bad memories stuck in your head if you ask me.

Because you always go over the "what if" type questions and it starts to wear on you.

YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN GUY?

I'm done for now!

Art

Well, while my good friend Trevor brought me back a wicked cool poster from when he was in Calgary.



That is fucking cool. And hot.

This is mainly a post to thank Trevor (thanks pal!) but I'll go on anyway.

I'm no art connoisseur, but this is the sort of stuff I might actually collect if I had any room to put it, seriously. Forget all that abstract "this is a blob of colours" artsy fartsy shit. This is cool stuff. Yes, because the girls are hot, but it's beautiful and of awesome quality too.

It's done by Victoria Frances who, apparently, does all gothic/girl stuff. So it's a hot girl who creates hot girls. Everyone is a winner here.

Even my mom liked it. I showed it to her and all she said was "wow, that's REALLY pretty" and I'd have to agree.

Oh she also suggested I frame it or something. Perhaps I will.

Anyway, thanks Again T-bone. We should become art collectors, start wearing turtle necks and drink nothing but starbucks while spouting off about artists we hate.

Back to bed with me, I guess.

Goodnight moon.

Bloodlust quenched....for now.

Well Trevor and I rolled into town to see The Descent While listening to some Slayer.

I just want to say it is the best horror film I have seen in a long, long while. Absolutely and completely worth your money if you are at all a fan of the genre.

Creepy dark caves + hot girls + ...Monster things = fuck yeah with a side dish of a whole shitload of blood.

That is quality stuff right there. Perfect amount of build up before the tension gets kicked right in the face and the blood flows like...Something that flows very fast.

I just read some info that says the original UK ending was cut and instead the "American" version got a different ending which I hate (compared to the other one, I mean). I don't like when stuff gets cut or changed, but at least it makes me look forward to seeing the DVD.

Anyway. Awesome.

Also call me crazy but a girl all wet and covered completely in blood, with an intense look in her eyes is fucking hot. I said it.

PS. I almost hit a fox on the way home, I saw it on the side of the road and he darted out at the last second, but then quickly flipped/turned the opposite way and cheesed it into the ditch.

Scared the crap out of me.

Chiaroscuro

Man oh man has it been chilly lately. Not quite freezing, but miserable all the same.

It sure does make it easier to sleep during the day and it's a nice to breathe the cool feeling air, but I don't think I'm quite ready for it yet. The rain seems to be holding off at least.

I was writing the other day, adding to my already (I think?) mentioned zombie story, and it's already grown enough to amaze me.

I'm sure anyone who writes fiction can tell you they put bits and pieces of themselves in their stories, SOMEHOW. I'm amazed, though, at just how much of me has been added to, of all things, a story about the undead.

It's gained a lot of depth that I thought it might never get, and so I'm at that stage where I know it's going to be a monster, and I'm ready to declare it as one of those things that will NEVER be done or seen by anyone but me. I have a lot of shit like that. It doesn't really bother me, as I don't write to entertain, or as a job (one can wish, though) but it's still a weird feeling.

Who knows though.

You know, kiddies, I should really get to the dentist one of these days. My mouth and teeth aren't in a great deal of pain or anything, but it's been said that a checkup twice a year is ideal. I've not been for a long, long time. Like...years.

I brush my teeth regularly and all, but that's about it. I have a sinking feeling that something is pretty fucked with my teeth though, like I'll open my mouth and the dentist will just gasp at the horror or something.

It's just one of those things I don't really think about. I mean nobody wants to sit there, mouth wide open while someone pokes and prods, but it should be done I guess.

Maybe I'll get around to it. Maybe.

I did the unthinkable a couple of days ago. I created a Myspace account. I was under the impression it had to be done in order to download songs from the music part of the site (as opposed to the slow as fuck streaming they offer). I'm not sure, but one thing is certain, I'll never really "use" it or anything.

I don't get what the big deal is or why it is so popular. I hear stories of people spending hours logged in, viewing pages, adding friends and I really have no idea why.

It's one of those internet things that is just beyond me. Then again human beings are beyond me.

And why the fuck was some douchebag named Tom in my friends section by default?

I chucked his bitch ass to the street, you can be sure of that.

I remain anti-Myspace even now.

I'll stick to blogging about shit that nobody cares about, thanks.

See ya later kids, I'm proud of ya.

You must have done something right.

Well the past few days have been something special for me.

I've come to several conclusions and had a few revelations about things in my life and it's interesting.

Kind of liberating and yet depressing in some ways, I guess.

I'd say they weren't huge deals, but at this time I'm not entirely sure either way. Though I'm not incredibly keen on discussing them at any more length than this.

It really feels nice to take a long car ride to someplace you've never been. One of the easiest ways to clear your head of shit you don't want to care about.

Never forget that.

I'm glad I have my two days off now. I feel more burned out than I have for a very, very long time. I've been sleeping pretty well though. Pretty well being 4 or 5 hours.

Today/tonight though, I plan on getting a nice long dose of dreamland. I hope it works out.

Yeah, so this post was pointless rambling.

Georgia

Hey guys. Blogosphere.

Alright, if you've been watching the news/flipping TV channels at any time this past week you may or may not know about what happened to Mel Gibson. He supposedly got charged with impaired driving and when arrested, became incredibly angry and shouted some terrible things at the cops.

Normally I wouldn't even write or care about this, but what's more sickening than that is how people are reporting this as if it's huge news.

"tonight at 11, we're INSIDE Mel Gibson's rehab center with an exclusive look at the star" or"Gibson apologizes, but will it be enough to save his career!?"

It's off the charts for stupidity. These things happen, and the guy has battled alcoholism before.

He slips up and does something stupid and all of a sudden he's a piece of shit and nobody likes him. The best shit is when some Entertainment show interviewed people on the street and a bunch of them claimed they'd never see any of his films again.

Cunts.

people fuck up. Cut him some slack, he's an awesome actor and an awesome director.

In other news I had a dream yesterday that I was driving on a highway surrounded by huge, completely black mountains. I was afraid because my car was nearly out of gas and several other warning lights started popping up on the dash. They were mostly pointless things like "F-1433" which means nothing, but I recall being very worried. I knew I couldn't stop for some reason, though

And that was it. It seemed to last a while.

There's one for people who like to believe dreams have meaning. Full of leads and images that people could follow. My opinion is that dreams mean very, very little, but what do I know.

I decided today that I am not going to shave for a very long, perhaps sickening amount of time. I can't grow a real beard, but I'll begin to look shaggy and homeless within a week. It will be great fun.

They'll all ask "why?" and I'll tell them "because"

Here's my inspiration:


Oh Mel, you so crazy.