Hendrick Chevrolet Cadillac will make several important announcements during a Press Event this Thursday, 1/28/10 at 11:00 a.m. at the dealership on Highway 74 in Monroe. These announcements will include information about Hendrick’s partnership with the Union County chapter of Habitat for Humanity. “We wanted to find a way to help the earthquake victims in Haiti,” explained Phil Marshall, General Manager of Hendrick Chevrolet Cadillac. “Our partnership with Union County Habitat for Humanity will allow us to contribute not only to the relief effort in Haiti, but to help those in need right here in our own community, as well.” Hendrick Chevrolet Cadillac will sponsor several Homes for Haiti and a Union County Habitat Home in Marshville, NC. “We are so excited about this partnership with Hendrick Chevrolet Cadillac,” said Mike Reece, Executive Director of Union County Habitat for Humanity. “Hendrick will become an integral part of Habitat’s efforts both locally and in Haiti.” Hendrick will be kicking off their commitment with the First Annual Car Raffle Benefitting Habitat Homes for Haiti and Union County. Participants will have the chance to win a BRAND NEW 2010 Chevrolet Camaro, Equinox or Colorado pickup. Ticket Sales for the raffle will begin this Thursday, and end on June 26, when a winner will be announced at 3:00 p.m. at the dealership. Hendrick Chevrolet Cadillac/Habitat for Humanity
Tickets can be purchased at the dealership at 3112 Highway 74 West or at Union County Habitat for Humanity at 2520 West Roosevelt Boulevard. Ticket prices are $25 each, or 5 tickets for $100, with all proceeds going DIRECTLY to build Habitat Homes for Haiti, and to build a Habitat Home in Marshville. “This is an incredibly generous gift from Hendrick Chevrolet Cadillac, and one that will make a lasting impact in Haiti and in Union County for years to come,” added Mike Reece. For additional information about Hendrick Chevrolet Cadillac or to purchase tickets for the First Annual Car Raffle Benefitting Habitat Homes for Haiti and Union County, join them for their Press Event this Thursday, 1/28/10 at 11:00 a.m. at the dealership located at 3112 Highway 74 West, Monroe, NC 28110. For more information about Habitat for Humanity’s relief efforts in Haiti or locally, contact Union County Habitat for Humanity at 704.296.9414.
Address: Hendrick Chevrolet Cadillac
3112 Highway 74 West
Monroe, NC 28205
The setting, the inside of a dark green, 2002, Pontiac Grand Am. The windows are up, the seats are down, and past the 8 year old tan roof lay over a million specks of flaming gas, dancing without moving.
The location is somewhere in the continental US, anywhere from 3 to 7 1/2 hours from an overpopulated suburb in northern Virginia. The time is morning, though the sky says night, and half of the world has to be sleeping. A fair amount of the world is also experiencing orgasm.
Our scene, the car, is surrounded by trees, or perhaps pavement, or buildings, or even a little of everything. Cars are parked all around, or maybe they’re not. Birds are passing one-liners to each other across the air, sweet talking each other from their separate trees, unless of course there are no trees.
I find it beautiful wherever I am. The only other character is you. The date is unknown.
I had a belly dancing workshop on Saturday. It was well worth going to. Each belly dancing teacher has a different style and way of teaching and often a different name for a familiar move, so it makes it all the more interesting. In the morning we went over some Egyptian belly dancing moves and in the afternoon we learned a choreography incorporating those moves. The dance was fun and short enough that we were able to practise it several times. This was much better than a workshop I went to in Wellington in which the choreography was so long and complex that most of us gave up trying to follow halfway through and we didn’t finish it in time to practise the whole thing. (I didn’t go back to that particular teacher’s workshops or lessons. I didn’t much like her style in any case.)
I’ve since made a list of belly dancing moves learned from elsewhere (ie outside of normal classes) and hope to use them in my own choreography at some stage. I nearly bought another DVD by the same teacher as a DVD I currently own, but decided against it as I saw examples of the choreography on Youtube and didn’t think much of it. Instead I did order a DVD of dancing by Serena Ramzy who I just love to watch.
Sunday disappeared quickly. I helped my daughter with her photography assignment, dropping a tomato into a large glass vase several times or flicking the hose around so she could take photos of water droplets at fast shutter speed. She then went off and sought help for more photos from friends.
And then Monday morning loomed which I dreaded for the knowledge that the car wouldn’t start. After the workshop on Saturday my car was rather sluggish in starting and I thought, oh no. However, I got home (luckily as I’d forgotten to take my cellphone with me, idiot). As suspected, the car didn’t want to start so I rang the AA then work to say I’d be late. I had intended to get the AA to start the car then take the car to a garage in town so I could catch a bus to work. But the AA man put paid to that idea. “You won’t get that far” he said. The alternator had gone so the battery wasn’t charging, so I toddled off down to the local garage and walked back home. I missed daughter so couldn’t get a lift to work. That left me totally without transport. The only bus that goes from this village to town about once a day is at a totally inconvenient time. I wasn’t too pleased at having to take an unplanned day off work.
You’d think I’d take advantage of the day off and do something useful. The weather wasn’t particularly good so nothing doing outside. But no. I couldn’t think of anything I needed or wanted to do, so I ended up playing Sims 2 for nearly the whole day. Quite wasted. What I should have done was to embark on some more genealogical research or something, but once I started playing Sims I couldn’t stop. Oh dear. And then there was the feeling that I couldn’t start anything that required a long stretch of time and concentration (such as genealogy) because the garage might ring up at any time for me to collect the car. Well, come 4.40pm I hadn’t heard a thing and rang up. The car was ready and they hadn’t thought to let me know and they closed at 5pm. So I shot down there on foot arriving at 4.55pm. $250 poorer but the car is now behaving itself. Phew.
Back at work today and while the weather this morning was the pits, it’s quite lovely this afternoon. Oh well. Only three more days until the next weekend.
I’m waiting for you to come and pick me up feeling mildly guilty for not having a car and making you always drive.
We met under supremely strange circumstances.
We met on a chance.
We met while I was drunk and you were crying.
There is roughly twenty minutes between the time I finish writing this and you picking me up.
There is a thumping in my chest.
There is an overwhelming sensation running through my body. I have to go back and check my list of emotions printed out for me by my counselor; increase my vocabulary and finally describe if and what I am feeling. There is a feeling, and that feeling is strong.
I’m entranced by you. Frankly, by most circumstances, we should have never met. We probably wouldn’t even be friends. We have a varying amount of shared interests. Nevertheless, when we talk, we don’t stop. You make fun of me and I revel in it. You say words and I listen to every one of them.
When you laid your hand on my chest while tightly crawled up against my body, feeling the warmth emanating like the steam out of a sewer drain, feeling the slow hesitation in my stilted breath, feeling the irreverent beating of a physical heart, I drew in the most curious of emotions in a raw form: happiness.
Not the type that comes from watching terribly good movies.
Not the type that comes from reading a delightful book.
Not the type that comes from insulting someone I don’t like.
Happiness that I cherished, happiness that I believed in, happiness that felt tangible.
We swap stories and emotions and lifeless sentences through a pixelated core set of 26 letters and about 6 units of punctuation. We swap flirts and emoticons through waves sent in the air. We swap digital glances.
All in all, I’m happy. I’m nervous. I’m feeling that that good thing I was trying to force came from the most unlikely of places when my head was turned the other way. I’m feeling that that undivided attention and giddy remarks came from a place I did not expect, but I do not want to abandon like a final soldier holding the ranks back on top of the hill.
I’m feeling, and that counts for everything.
Like the wind rushing past your ears when your bicycle no longer needs to switch gears, like the air surrounding us, like the wind rushing past your body when you stand on top of the largest, most beautiful mountain that only Atlas could have ever imagined.
Remember that partially-buried old sedan I posted awhile back? This is the brightly-colored beacon that led me to it. Tried out some new editing techniques on this one.
It is a gorgeous day outside, and I intend to spend a bit of my break outside with my camera. Off I go!
As I’m working on the start-up of my company, I’m also searching for a car. A car for business and pleasure. There are tons of rules and regulations about owning a car, but I just want a car and I will use it for business purposes sometimes.
Finding a simple, cheap, elegant, stylish car that works is quite a task. Also, it needs to be big enough to carry around a lot of stuff.
Cars that are stylish and affordable are almost always second-hand. New cars are expensive and do not fit within my budget. Oldtimers or youngtimers are perfect for this job. But which one? An American car that always breaks down and is almost entirely made out of plastic? An old Mercedes, with colours like army-green, off-yellow and vague-grey? A Land Rover? A mini-van?
For me, it’s a hard choice to make. I therefore have asked some people to help me searching for the right car. If you have any suggestions, please let me know in the comments below.
Today I decided to sort out my finances and see how much I’ve been spending/earning etc and did a whole load of averages and sums and I’m proud of myself! lol. I know I’m only 19 so don’t have to worry about loads of things, but I do pay rent, now have a contract phone, have driving lessons each week, have to spend loads on bus tickets (despite my friend driving me to uni, I give her some money too), save up for a car and insurance and have been spending loads of money since I’ve been going out with my boyfriend on little things, like going for food together. I also need to stop going shopping… that would help! And not buy food when I have food already, or drinks.
I started from when I got my job to now, and so I’ve had three pay checks and my student loan/grant so should have way more money than I do right now. I used to be good with budgeting, but then it was Christmas and I spent money on presents, then my first pay check I always want to completely spend, then things just kept spiralling outta ma control! If I wasn’t planning on buying a car and stuff, then I’d be fine. I have the money for it, but no money left for petrol and having a life afterwards which would kinda suck.
But I’m trying to sort out my life, all my mini projects and whatnot, and my finances and yeah. I’m feeling more positive about it all. I’ve made a new budget and have decided to automatically put half my wages into a separate savings account, and the car money that’s in my main account elsewhere (maybe the same savings account?) and so all the money that’s left in my main account I can spend, but remembering my budget of course! I’ll see how this goes for awhile to see if it’ll work for me and hopefully it will.
This a dope verse from Dead Prez. This is theHi third verse from “Hip Hop“. Read on:
Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don’t get them, they gonna get us all I’m down for runnin’ up on them crackers in they city hall We ride for y’all, all my dogs stay real Nigga don’t think these record deals gonna feed your seeds
And pay your bills because they not MC’s get a little bit of love and think they hot Talkin’ bout how much money they got, all y’all records sound the same I sick of that fake thug, R & B, rap scenario all day on the radio Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y’all don’t here me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You can be next in line, and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke You would rather have a Lexus or justice? A dream or some substance? A Beamer, a necklace or freedom?
Still a nigga like me don’t playa’ hate, I just stay awake This real hip hop, and it don’t stop until we get the po-po off the block
They call it….
(fake, fake, fake records)
Every human interaction, every sport, every move is a game… including FI in Bahrain to mat rempit on KL road, World Cup in Africa to kicking balls at the backyard, getting kids to wake up in the morning for school, to off-shoring an entire division from America to China.
I was first attracted to World Cup not because of some macho men playing balls, but the strategies behind the game. Last week, one future guru told me that, the key to trading is not fundamental or technical analytics alone, but understanding the game theories.
According to Wikipedia, Game theory attempts to mathematically capture behavior in strategic situations, in which an individual’s success in making choices depends on the choices of others.
Likewise in every game, fear, greed and uncertainty are three greatest emotions that govern individuals and therefore influence his/her move. The key to winning in a game is raising above these emotions.
I don’t know much about game theory yet, but it is definitely an interesting subject to explore.
Crash the car into the wall and launch the dummy as far as you can. Use Space bar to change up through the gears at the optimum moment. Use space bar to set elevation of dummy. Try and get the dummy as high as possible up the wall.
Who is Betty? Some say that when you rev her engine, an angel gets it’s wings. Others say, that when she passes you… there’s a little asian girl behind the wheel smiling. All we know… is that she’s a 2006 Mitsubishi Lancer Ralliart, and she’s.. mine.
The journey started in May of 2006 when I finally got a promotion to a full-time position at the Calgary Sun. I decided that it was time to get a car, not a shit-box… something nice, and I narrowed it down to 3 choices…. a 2005 Acura RSX sitting on Mazda’s used lot, a 2006 Hynudai Tiburon V6, and a 2006 Mitsubishi Lancer Ralliart.
My Mom accompanied me to the dealerships (she can get a deal like no other, well.. maybe Dave.) I test drove the RSX, but didn’t like the one I drove, the steering seemed a little off. Then we went to Mitsubishi… and you could say that I never made it over to Hynudai… that day, I was approved for my Ralliart…
Betty at the Street Car Challenge 2007
Betty and I have gone through many changes in our lives, but the most prominent change in our life was the introduction of Morpheus256 aka, Dave. Dave and I connected through Mitsubishi enthusiast site, MitsuNation.net… and have been together since 2007. Our common interest in our cars and compatible personalities helped us form a great relationship.
Dave and I on the Beyond Cruise - Photographed by Eric Stenberg
In 2007, I also took the step forward to learn motorsport… to try and better my driving skill … so I began drag racing at the local track, Race City speedway. The track isn’t the best track in the world, you get mauled by mosquitoes when you spectate, the track is bumpy and not as well-maintained as I would like, but it’s a track.. and it’s usable.
I raced my first drag race in April of 2007, and have been hooked on speed since then. The Lancer isn’t the fastest car on the track, but she does the trick. I learned quickly the sweet spots on when to shift, and how to launch.
In my experience with the “Tuner-world” I have had the privilege to be able to work with Hyatt Mitsubishi on arranging HAN (Hot August Nights) 2007, and 2008.
HAN 2008 was the largest show that Hyatt has ever had, with over 40 single make vehicles showing up from different locales such as Vancouver, Kelowna, Edmonton, and Ontario. It was a double whammy weekend with the Cool Cars Cruising for Cancer Benefit cruise happening that same weekend. It was a great meet, and a great experience to meet all sorts of people from different walks of life with the same love for the Mitsubishi brand.
It was a great experience for all, and I hoped to continue the show circuit in 2008. By then, most of MitsuNation’s 2004-2006 body style members have moved on… and so came the new crop of members in 2008. I’ve had the opportunity to participate in: HAN 2006-2008, MN’s Annual Alberta Meet in Sylvan lake 2007-2008, Street Car Challenge 2007 (Betty won Best Girl Tuner), Driven to Perform Calgary and Edmonton 2008.
____exterior
Cerious Performance Carbon Fibre Eyelids
Smoked 05 Spec Tails
Smoked Sidemarkers
Debadged ass
Limo Tint in rear, and non-limo tint on the front
Projector Headlights
NN logo on rear pillar / Heartagram
Shorty S2K Antenna
Black Calipers/ Purple Caliper Decals
Konig Heatsink 17″ Rims
Kumho Ecsta 217 tires [new tires this year!]
____suspension
Tein S-tech lowering springs
Ralliart 3 point strut tower brace
_____interior
MOMO Racing Evo Shift Knob
Neural Negative badge in front
rexpeed dry carbon evo dash panels
rexpeed carbon fibre gauge cluster
_____electrical
eurolite HID bulbs
red LED parklights
clarion vrx785bt dvd headunit
Stinger Wiring
Kenwood Amp
Sony 10″ Sub
bassworx ported sub enclosure
iPod and bluetooth integration
///awards and acheivments
Cover Car for Urbane Monthly – June 2007
15.9 Quartermile – Car 391 – Race City Secret Street- Calgary
Best Girl Tuner – Street Car Challenge 2007 – Calgary
Participated in: Hot August Nights 2006, Street Car Challenge 2007, Hot August Nights 2007, Cool Cars Cruising for Cancer 2007, Driven to Perform 2008 – Calgary and Edmonton, Hot August Nights 2008, and of course.. every Friday Night… Secret Street
Is your stereo still living in the past? But you don’t want too many confusing gadgets or ‘add ons’ on your new stereo? Today, there are still a variety of more basic stereo models on the market, which will allow you to listen to your CD’s, as well as connect to a mp3 player.
The Sony CDX-GT430U CD Mp3 Player
A CD and Mp3 stereo offers the best of both worlds as you can listen to the high quality sounds of the CD, or conveniently connect a mp3 player – It’s your choice. An Mp3 connection enables you to listen to your music, without you lugging around with you your whole CD collection. But if you still wish to listen to a CD, the option is still there.
This stereo is also great for those who burn mp3 or wma files off the internet, as it is capable of playing CD-R/RW’s. Downloading music is now one of the easiest, fastest and often cheapest ways of getting that much wanted album, making a CD R/RW option in a stereo highly desirable.
Of course, CD and Mp3 compatible stereos still provide you with the radio. So if you enjoy listening to a radio show after work, you certainly won’t miss out on it in the car. You may notice that with this stereo that a number of radio tuner improvements will expand the number of shows you can listen to and improve the quality of signal.
A new stereo will also provide you with better sound quality overall, enabling you to listen to the radio, a CD or an Mp3 player, without much distortion from the sound of the car. Extraneous ware, such as amplifiers and sub-woofers can also be connected to improve the listening experience.
If you are looking for a replacement stereo, have a look at Car CD Mp3 Players, which are available from a variety of outlets, including www.caraudiowarehouse.co.uk.
Check your car tire pressure regularly. Buy a digital tire gauge and check the tire pressure once in a month and also check the air pressure your spare tire. Inspect the air pressure level like your other car tires. Check your car tire tread depth with a coin. Checking the tire air pressure must inspect the tires for any cuts, puncture or any other injury. Rotate your car tires after the 6000 miles. Clean your tire with the soap, water and soft brush. Check your car tires from any cracking or cuts. Check the better fuel economy in your car. Car tires come in various types so buy a right and quality tires for your car. If you buy a set of car tires that doesn’t fit in your vehicle so it is so dangerous for you and your family. Rims are another important part of your car it provide safety to your car tire. It holds your car tire. So you also buy a good rim set for your car tires.
Check the air pressure in your car tires because a low tire pressure may cause high oil consumption. So check the air pressure level monthly basis. You prefer buying tubeless tires. Tires are the most important car accessory. So do a research for buying good and quality tires. Cold weather can affect your car battery efficiency. In cold weather tire lose its air pressure so check your car tire position. Monitoring the car tire air pressure is very useful tool for your car tire safety. You must check your car high air pressure and low air pressure for safety purpose. A low air pressure tire can be very dangerous for your car safety. Monitor your car tire air pressure this thing save your money and it can also save your life as well. Air bags are also important for your safety. Car tires are made with a flexible rubber. Most of the drivers don’t check the spare tire air pressure. Very short drivers wash their car once in a month, and two out of four drivers check the air pressure level correctly. Every body must understand the rules and regulations of the road. You must understand about emergency and dangerous driving situations, and other important driving information. If you don’t see the manufacturing code on your car tire so must replace immediately. Check all the tires of your car. You must understand about your tires age. After the expiry period you must replace it and buy a new tire. Replace your worn tires. Proper maintenance is a key of tire safety.
Buy a right tire for your car place it on a right position. Install your car tires at a right position. Check your car tires for uneven wear. Your car tires must be registered. Registered tires help you in replacement. Try to purchase all season tires. Tires are only one thing that connects your car on the road. Maintain the proper air pressure in your car tires. Measure your tires air pressure level when the tires are cold. Proper tire maintenance can improve your car steering. You should check your car tire tread depth each month. During drive must wear your car safety belt. Check your car wheel balance and its alignment.
Alright, I have been on the road and I’m not talking about flying to a destination, I’m talking about driving around from 6:00 a.m. and not getting into my hotel until 8:30 p.m. cause I was stopping every half an hour to survey “sites” then the next day up and at ‘em at 5:30 a.m. to get home at 4:30 so I could enjoy an awesome treat from my mother in law at Seven Stars.
Now, I was going to blog a bit last week about some of my experiences out on the road but it wasn’t a good idea as I knew I couldn’t restrain myself from dropping bombs and thus rendering the blog NSFW. I have since cooled down and regained the ability to cool down. I will tell you this, I have been working in this company for nearly 15 years and when I came home from my road trip I was so fed up with what goes on in this office (even when I’m not here) that I was seriously thinking about leaving. It’s OK now though because I vented to my wifey and she got pissed. Obviously I left it alone from then on and took my time getting over it.
Well that was road trip numero uno. I went down to the northern part of Maryland on friday for just the day which was nice to be on the road by myself to spend that special time with me.
So this weekend was pretty awesome. Our anniversary was coming up on Sunday and I still had no idea what to get my loving wife on our first anniversary. I had a few ideas but nothing that I really wanted to get her for the first anny. I wanted it to be something special something that we wouldn’t forget and after running some ideas by her and her completely rejecting them she asked me if I would take her to dinner at the Fountain restaurant in the Four Seasons. I jumped on it and made the reservation and told them it was our first anniversary yaddy yaddy yaddy. I think it was a great idea, it was more money than I would have spent on a gift but it was worth it. It was better than getting a gift I believe as well because an experience is something you can never lose and you will always be able to appreciate.
So our Friday night consisted of us going to pick up my truck that was for sale from the office, then had a good night of BBQ and a movie. The movie was hilarious. Cop Out with Tracy Morgan and Bruce Willis and Directed by Kevin Smith. Fortunately it was not one of those movies where all the funny stuff happens in the trailer and there was no reason to see the movie. The movie was great but like most comedies it was funny for the first half and this movie was funny up until about 2/3’s of the way through then it was just an ending to a regular comedy. All in all a good Friday night , you know we’re getting old, isn’t that right, precious?
Saturday was also a very good day. Precious set up an appointment for a guy to look at my truck in the morning. I wouldn’t exactly say he “looked” at my truck it was more of a “thorough investigative process”. He was underneath the truck from front to back, checked out the spare, popped the hood, checked ALL the fluids but his wife didn’t like the interior. Oh well the truck was in awesome shape and I got paid cash. With the day off to a good start, my sister showed up and took me to do the paper work and then we had lunch. It was nice to do this since I don’t think we had ever actually gone out and had lunch just the two of us. I guess that’s what siblings do when they get older. I am starting to see a pattern here.
Well wifey ditched me on Saturday night to go to a bridal shower, boo. So I was in a toss-up. Do I have people over to chill with? Or Do I enjoy the house all to myself? Well I invited a few people and someone did come over. Excitement was contained though. I got to enjoy the house to myself for a while and then had company for a bit (thank god cause you can really get bored by yourself).
Sunday was the big day. Our first anniversary, I’ll explain the day but keep in mind that wifey enjoyed the day. We get up and go to Giant, once there and running around the store just browsing and getting some ingredients for cupcakes I was making her, she decides maybe we can just go to Sam’s Club, cause heck we have to pick up the mountaineer anyway that is at the office. So we wait at the “member’s services” desk for about half an hour so I can get a new card cause my other one got lost. Then we get to shopping, I kid you not when I say one of the first things we did was go over to the optical center to check out some sunglasses, prescription sunglasses) for my nerdy yet, wonderful wife. Anyway, we were at Sam’s club not much to say about that so we get home clean up the house a bit get showers and off to The Fountain restaurant in the Four Seasons.
This dinner was absolutely the best dinner I’ve ever eaten. I won’t go through the entire meal because I know some of you read the wifey’s blog as well, so if you want to read what we had for dinner, check it out here.
Other than that, I can’t really update anymore nor has anything happened that I’ve been awake for. You see I’ve been in a food coma since Sunday. Gluttony is my favorite sin. Yup, I’ll leave on that note.
Porsche just released a video showing the new 918 Spyder concept, its new 918 Spyder is a mid-engined sports car with plug-in hybrid, powered by both a 500-horsepower V8 and a pair of electric motors (on the front and rear axle) producing an additional 218 hp or 160kW. It can reach 62 mph in 3.2 seconds, a top-end speed of 198 mph. The best past about it is that Porsche says it can also achieve 78 miles per gallon and emit just 70 grams of CO2 per kilometer.
Okay, once I do one, it’s hard to stop the hate. Sort of like turning on a faucet to get water for a bath and then forgetting about it then the water overflows then your hate spills out then it seeps through the floor then your bathtub falls through the ceiling like in Breaking Bad then you keep on hating because you never turn off the faucet… yeah.
I think about 80% of the people reading this have probably been guilty of this hate. I will even admit my own guilt in the past (since I don’t have that thing that drives you around in the form of an automobile at the moment) with my poopy Toyota Camry. Hell, I think this hate is such a common crime (not like child molestation) that it is fairly socially acceptable.
For example, you’re beginning to make friends with this person that you think is pretty cool and you get along with really well. So, the two of you decide to have a fun Saturday and they say they’ll drive and pick you up. They pull up to where you’re waiting and you see this:
Wipe that innocent grin off your face, dick
You think, “okay, the pizza box is a little much, but I’m good.”
It’s not like you’re going to be like “What the fuck are you doing? Where am I supposed to sit with your fuckin McDonald’s wrapper smeared with mustard crampin the groove on my seat? What the fuck are you trying to pull you little shit!? Are you honestly this much of a fucking slob? There are trash cans every-fuckin-where, why can’t you lift your lazy little ass up and take the 3 minutes to throw shit away, cuntwhore!?”
Well, you may not think that, but I do.
Unless it’s Monique and her car… because, quite frankly, you know you’re getting into shit when you spot that thing from 8 lightyears away.
Yes, I am judging you right now... by a lot
Now, I understand, sometimes you’re too busy to clean up for the day because you’re late for an appointment or something. However, one day cannot turn into a week to a month to 3 and a half years. If you keep your car consistently clean, then you wont have to build yourself up for that end of the month clean up that you always dread.
There is the aforementioned reason when this is acceptable: if your car is a piece of shit both inside and out. This works because you already have low expectations… so, you might as well not go above those.
The worst atrocity one can commit with the Messy Car Interior is the finding of year old food. This usually is formed when you are on a trip and your passenger(s) eat cheetos… or chips… or salsa… or subway sandwiches… It is so fuckin’ scary to clean the car and grab something that looks like it was once edible, but you are no longer quite sure what it is anymore. Fucking disgusting.
Why is this so disgusting? Because it basically sums up what it is to be American: fast food, messy, fat, lazy, and des
Inspired by the opening of Dragnet where they remix the words “enforce the laws” and over and over again. We thought it was hilarious, so here this is.
“Forlease Navidad” commercial.
Making full use of our latest item, the green screen.
Some movie trailers, we made. Not going anywhere with those.
Verbatim a conversation Leo Vader and Nick Petree had.
A story about a young man who holds all the knowledge.
This was something me and Sam thought up, and I am very satisfied with it.
The Five Most Common Mistakes When Buying Car Speakers
By [http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Hans_Dekker] Hans Dekker
When it comes time to buying replacement speakers for a car audio system, there are several mistakes which are commonly made. Be sure to read this handy guide to avoid the five most common mistakes when buying car speakers.
1. Plan your budget. Are you revamping your entire audio system? If so you need to allocate money to different parts of the system. If you are just changing the speakers, decide how much money you want to spend on them before seeing what is available. This will allow you to keep costs within a reasonable range.
2. Consider how much you are willing to modify your car. Some speaker systems require extensive modification. This is an extra cost which must be factored into your budget, and also may affect the resale value of the car if you decide you want to try and keep the audio system.
3. What do you use your car for? If you travel extensively and are on the road almost every day, you should probably splurge and buy the best quality speakers you can afford. After all, your car is like a second home, and anything you can do to make it more comfortable will enhance your working life. On the other hand, if you only use the car to go to the grocery store and most of the time it sits on the driveway, it’s a bit of a waste to go for high-end car speakers.
4. How long are you going to keep your car? If you plan on using the same car for two years or more, it makes sense to buy good-quality speakers. If you’re going to sell the car next month and are simpler looking for a upgrade to the audio system to make it easier to sell, keep your car speaker budget to a minimum.
5. What kind of music you listen to? This will have a big influence on the type of car audio system that you have. If you like to listen to strong, bass-heavy music, you should get powerful amplifiers and ample subwoofers. On the other hand, if your music tastes run to classical or pop, you want a speaker system which can reproduce the entire audio spectrum evenly.
Hans is a car audio enthusiast and author of the Audio How
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What your TV is sitting up there is almost as important as television itself. These days TV is a great investment and to pay more than $ 1,000 – $ 1,500 is not uncommon to see large screen LCD or Plasma TV. But with all the choices available to you, how do you choose?
The best thing is to first select your budget in mind. If you just spent $ 1,500 on the TV you might not feel like you have a lot left to spend on a stand. Cheap TV stands may be inexpensive but many of them are very good and be sturdy enough to last for many years to come. The unit for delaying the weight of the television. This brings us to the next item.
The size of the TV, which determines the size of your stand. Make sure the stand is at least as large as your TV, if not larger. The large TV on top of a small booth will be irrelevant and strange in your house. Under the truck, the little booth Buck could collapse or that could be dangerous.There is a danger that it could fall down, if someone bumps into the booth if there is a large difference in size. The sound of your new TV to fall to the ground is not something you want to hear.
Choose a material that matches your other furniture. Go with a cherry finish, if all your other living room furniture is cherry wood already. If you put a TV in mahogany or other stands in the room it stand out and attract much attention to itself.
Is it going to be in the corner of the room or in the center of the wall? There are specific units available if you put the camera in the corner of the room. These devices consume extra space offered by the angle to maximize storage space. A standard unit is perfect right to be in the center of the wall. These units are simple and can be placed anywhere.You can use a unit directly into the corner, but you may lose a bit of usable space in your TV room.
Find the right position for you is simple, choose a budget, get the right size, choose your equipment and know its location. Ask these criteria in mind and you will be able to quickly sort through the many units that are available.
My mother had a friend in Okemos, not far away from the hotel we’d spent the night at. In the morning, we called her and she offered to come pick us and the dog up from the hotel. We had to figure out what to do next; was the car going to be salvageable, how we would home, were there going to be legal charges, etc.
Sue was a former work colleague of my mother’s. She had the 90 miles away for her husband’s job. We’d spent some time with them before, so being in her house wasn’t strange. She was all concern and apology that we hadn’t felt comfortable calling her late last night when we’d been discharged from the hospital.
They discussed what to do next. Obviously we were going to have to get home. My mother didn’t want to ask my Grand Rapids relatives for help; it was still winter after all and she didn’t want them driving all that way. She didn’t want to call my sister, who had been at the helm of her own car accident or two, and wasn’t exactly known for her grace under pressure. My mother wasn’t supposed to be driving yet because of her injuries. Sue couldn’t do it because of her work and neither could her husband.
Finally, after much discussion, my mother decided to call my father and ask him to come up to help us.
This was extremely hard for her to do. They had been fighting for the five years since the divorce and relations between them were frosty on a good day. But she simply had no one else to turn to, and he was my father after all. So she picked up the phone, and sure enough, my father made plans immediately to come and help us.
It was nice to seem them both working together on something, even if it was this awful thing. He brought a camera to document the damage to the car; it was totaled. We removed all of our belongings out of the car to take home with us. When I saw the damage I sucked my breath in; we really were lucky. I had been sitting right behind the area of the worst impact. No wonder my collarbone snapped.
The two hour drive home was punctuated with his probing questions and her calm answers. There was no anger, no judgement, no fighting; just calm relief as to the outcome of the situation.
The aftermath of the accident gave me hope that perhaps we had found a shelter somewhere on the slippery slope.
This documentary is great. Below, I’ve reprinted some prose by a friend from deviantArt, epimetheus. Enjoy.
Wheel Country
I imagine. I imagine I am hovering just below heaven, looking down on the earth lying quietly in the darkness of its own shadow. Looking down, hidden from the sun, to witness man discontent with the darkness, and his inventing of light. His fires, created or stolen from nature, the consequence of lightning and dryness, the divine manifestation of that singular holiness in the sky, broken off and fallen to earth as power and control, kept and reverently stoked, smoldering slowly in a sacred lacquered box, full of more problems than Pandora’s.
I watch as man’s fires flicker and expand into the darkness of the unknown, within which community is forged both to survive and enlighten, where language and, through language, art become the accidental occurrences of community, art then a consequence of survival. Watching as those fires are slowly tamed, flattened and thinned, poured like liquid lightning into tin containers and aluminum boxes, and flickers to life again in imitation of human form, captivating surely as its cousin had millennia ago.
Fire is the heart of technology, beating in the chest of each angry machine; the life blood of revolution; the crude cousin of electricity, a poorer relation whose coal inspired furies fund electricity’s smooth transduction from power grid to homestead. Now fire and art flicker a thousand generations later in the darkness of the known world, a darkness in which there is no space for the gods, fires grown large and bright prod it ceaselessly leaving little space for the mysterious or divine that inspired us to capture the light in the first place. A darkness now that is no larger than the living room of each unit, eerily familiar, camp-fire companions long abandoned for the solitary comforts of our inviolable spaces, wedged tightly between strangers on either side, laughing and crying with familiar strangers made of fire and glass, whose history and association are limited to a half an hour one night a week, until they make syndication, sitcom heaven, and I am inundated with their stories five nights a week at seven and seven thirty.
I imagine all of this hovering just below heaven. Experience as translated by the abstract and arbitrary clusters of lights reaching weakly upward and outward in electric desperation, a kind of photometric Braille whose surfaces are interpreted by my eyes and translated into the voice of fire as amplified by the machination of man.
I take all of this in, the intensity of this luminescent topography burning into the backs of my eyes, these cities scattered across landscape rendered empty by the blindness of darkness in contrast to the ever-burning omniscience of cities, its dynamic and varied landscape flattened into nothingness by the all consuming, ever-hungry dark, only momentarily alleviated by the flickering flame for an evening by a candle or an eon by the sun, every flame is eventually extinguished and the darkness goes on, unquenched.
So I stare, and stare hard. Taking in all of the light that I can, its memory necessary when my flesh gives way and the darkness swallows me, but can not consume completely, because of the memory of light. I take it in, my eyes wide, full of light until there is blindness, until the light becomes a darkness, until nothing is distinguishable. The presence of complete light a blindness itself.
Darkness. Almost. Between me and the dark is the memory of light, now inverted, hanging like a translucent silk screen separating me from the distance. I consider this image, a thing in my periphery, a will-o-wisp that I must not chase, but instead observe without looking. I discipline myself, and observe these dark places-turned-light by virtue of the negative values of my eyesight, the exhaustion of rods and cones by the unrelenting intensity of the light, so that those unaffected, those resting in the darkness, come to accidental prominence, incidentally highlighting what I hadn’t previously noticed.
These dark paths measure the distance between glowing points, thin strings of asphalt across the dirt that, if plucked, might vibrate, giving off a low and melancholy note, a flatted fifth that does not belong in any respectable scale, but is a necessary sound bridging the distance. Focus on these thinning distances, victims of an ambitious light, where I attempt separate myself from its glow, some fragment of the star chipped away, flaked off and thrown out ahead of me, reflecting the road where there is nothing, but the asphalt and the paint, the only reminders that I am neither the first nor the last, but the only.
I am on the far side of the heartland, moving through the broken hearted land, through these lanes of darkness, the nation’s veins and gutters where its food comes from and its garbage goes to. Wheel country, where miles are marked by mid-city metropolises, truck stops and silos, miles of frontage road and irrigation, crop dusting and corn rows. The strip of road between the fields, the expressway where speed and distance exist as the long sighs of uninterrupted tedium, the near constant sound of rubber against the road, the sound of constant impact, replacing the hard sound of hooves that once carried in the opposite direction in eager exploration of a savage land now tied down by concrete and steel, veins opened pouring out coal, salt, silver, gold, and oil used to finance and create this new artificial geography laid across its top: a leash or a cage.
This is the broken hearted land where the sky tells the story, and the houses merge so poorly with the landscape. This is the road which is never a destination, but the long, hard consolation of having-a-place-to-be. The strange assurance and calm of purpose in I-am-going-somewhere, and the hard reality of direction and motion without physical responsibility, of incredible distances covered in a single day at the helm of the beast with fire in its belly, of incredible exertion without tiredness.
But there is a ghostly exhaustion in travel, a stiff sore emptiness at passing so much and seeing so little, being seen so little; moving through worlds without interaction, strictly a passerby, an uncounted un-included member of no community, only a citizen of the road, despite the concrete appearances of my driver’s license. The consequence of being neither here nor there, part of no life at all, having left one behind, about to begin another. The weariness of invisibility that takes away something in exchange for its powerful anonymity, punctuated occasionally by piercing moments of powerful resumption of responsibility when the officer asks for my identification and the illusion of fading away forever is punctured completely.
Then, caught staring, one foot still in the dream, I am suddenly aware of my unintentional left coast sophistication, aware that my knowledge is of no use, that my car, parked outside, is of little use, its sleek lines no faster than the landscape, almost plain without the stark vertical contrast of its usual urban context. Here, among the momentary detritus of the highway, I am symbolic of what is wrong or right with what I accidentally represent. Suddenly a cipher with no words of my own, I have only my consumption to mark me, emblematic of technology or sophistication or culture or money as they see fit. As saint or sinner, the excesses of style and culture contrasted against the hard work and no-nonsense attitude of a pragmatic people suffering slow starvation at the hands of a mechanized giant whose heart is made of crystal and whose brain lives near the sea. Just like that I am myself again, aware of my presence and my limitations, who I was, who I am, and who I am going to become. To be, as Berkeley said, is to be perceived.
This is the sharp joy of the wheel: to become aware of myself, to appreciate more fully the contrast between the slow churn of the soul against the ragged red teeth of the passing desert, an introspective froth that fills up the silence between the wheels and the road. To pull off the freeway full of this foam, these idle crystals grown on the road, to be filled completely with myself, all body fallen away into invisibility, and then to stop and enter into physical memory, to become aware of who I physcially am to these people staring at me in the gas station because there is nothing else to do while the earth coughs up another fifty gallons of fuel. To become aware of the thin physical shell, less than an inch of flesh between me and their organs, to become one more tired traveler, another sad sack of bones passing through, unaware of the subtleties playing their way through the dining room, much less the community.
And then I am gone. The meal is consumed, the plate is empty, and the car is full. There is a moment of rest as the boulder reaches balance, pausing for a moment at its nadir to enjoy the novelty of stillness, sighing once and burping before rising from the vinyl seat to pay the bill at the counter, scribble a tip to the waitress, maybe more than usual because of the rings beneath her eyes or the way I heard her other tables treat her. The reason doesn’t matter, and neither does the money; it’s ghost money, hardly tangible, almost invisible, and certainly never seen again. Money paid to Charon, necessary tender for my safe passage, a small offering to those under the protection of St. Christopher: road-side saints cleaning toilets and waiting tables. Because these are the only road-side shrines left, blinking ‘food and gas’ well into the night. Because out there is nowhere, not somewhere, because in-transit never was a place. Because if we believed it was the journey and not the destination, things would be different out there, but we don’t, and they’re not. So I leave a little extra when I tip, because I can, because I understand what it is to be a stranger everyday. Then I’m inside my car again, almost invisible, up the on-ramp and onto the freeway, striving as quietly as possible to disappear
The Vietnamese community is getting to experience how it feels to be mistreated by the police,and how powerless it makes you feel to witness a child that looks like one of our own, get viscously beaten by the police.
The September 3, 2009 arrest of 21-year-old Phuong Ho, a vietnamese student and a math major, was captured on cell phone video. It showed police striking Ho with batons 13-14 times and using a Taser on him.
And, after an exhaustive four month investigation, prosecutors have decided not to file charges against the four officers involved in the incident.
The arrest angered the city’s large Vietnamese-American community, which was already upset over the fatal police shooting of a mentally ill Vietnamese man in May.
When officers arrived at his home,Phuong Ho was uncooperative and unwilling to follow orders and when officers tried to restrain him he twisted away.
That’s when the police unnecessarily and unmercillessly began to shoot him with a powerful electric taser stun gun!
The Taser was used in ‘drive stun mode’, which is intended to cause pain but does not fire darts into the target.
Ho later told police he did not feel any pain from the Taser, but instead felt ‘energised’ like he had been drinking an energy drink.
District Attorney Dolores Carr said the use of the Taser did not appear to affect Ho, who is from Ho Chi Minh City, and that …’A jury hearing criminal charges against these officers would likely conclude that the force used here – 13 baton strikes in 45 seconds – was reasonable under the circumstances…’
I guess Mrs Carr thinks that Asians are invincible!!!…because that is excessive punishment for ANY HUMAN BEING!!!
Phuong Ho’s actions were the result of a miscommunication with the officers over whether they had permission to go into his room,which they did not.What they did was illegally enter a private residence,and began to illegally search and seize Phuong Ho, which is a violation of his Constitutional rights.
Phuong Ho,is a student at California State University in San Jose, California.
An internal affairs investigation will now be held to determine whether the police officers complied with department rules regarding force, which is a sham investigation staged for the media, and no actually wrongdoing or punishment is expected to be handed out to the offending officers, by their fellow officers conducting the investigation.
In light of the history of violence that the police have committed against society, I always recommend to people to just co-operate with them when they show up, because the have guns, and have a free liscence to kill you, even if you have not done anything to warrant their death penalty!!!…you will get ssummarily executed by the cops,..and they will get away with it.
They will probably get a raise and and a promotion when they victimize the public, so you must consider that.
Yet another example of the boys in blue upholding the thin blue line, in order to terrorize the minority communities throughout America.
Phuong Ho is the Vietnamese Rodney King!!!!!No justice...No peace!!!!
Car have became the main necessity cause with it people can do more better, faster and fell sophisticated.
Each week Yahoo! Autos brings you the top 10 most popular cars in each of the different categories. The rankings are determined by the number of visitors that view each new car. Choose a car to see pictures, reviews, features, and more.
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