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Why does blogger or blogspot or whatever the fuck it's called, know what my gmail account is? Has it been assimilated?

Last week, I noticed a small push switch in the "jamb" for the rear hatch on the Rabbit. I had seen this switch before but had not given it any thought. On Friday, I gave it some thought. If it's a switch, it must be for a light somewhere. At first, I assumed the dome light, but I started following wires and found an empty light socket just inside the hatch lid.

The socket takes those long 5W bulbs where the contacts are metal cones on either end of bulb. So, I bought a couple from AutoZone today for a pittance and installed one in the socket. I expected it not to work (either because the switch was bad or the wiring was shot), but lo and behold there was light - and the light was good.

Now I can't wait for the next time I need to retrieve something from the back of the Rabbit in the dark. How dumb is that?

  Exits to freeways twisted like knots on the fingers.

  Jewels cleaving skin between...breasts.



  Your Cadillac breeds 400 horses over blue lines.

  You are going to Reseda to make love to a model from Ohio whose real name you don't know.

  You spin

  Like the Cadillac was overturning down a cliff on television.

  And the radio is on

  and the radio man is speaking

  and the radio man is saying women were a curse

  so men built Paramount studios

  and men built Columbia studios

  and men built...Los Angeles

 

  It is 5am and you are listening to Los Angeles.

  It is 5am and you are listening to Los Angeles.



  And the radio man says it is a beatiful night out there

  And the radio man says rock and roll lives

  And the radio man says it is a beautiful night out there in Los Angeles

  You live in Los Angeles

  And you are going to Reseda

  We are all in some way or another going to Reseda some day to diiiiiiiiiiie.

  And the radio man laughs because 

  the radio man fucks a model, too.



  Gone savage for teenagers with automatic weapons and boundless love.

  Gone savage for teenagers who are aesthetically pleasing, in other words, fly.

  Los Angeles beckons the teeanagers to come to her on buses.

  Los Angeles loves love.



  It is 5am and you are listening to Los Angeles.

  It is 5am and you are listening to Los Angeles.



  I am going to Los Angeles

  to build a screenplay about lovers who murder each other.

  I am going to Los Angeles 

  to see my own name on a screen 5 feet long and luminous.

  As the radio man says, it is 5 am

  and the sun has charred the other side of the world and come back to us

  and painted the smoke over our heads in imperial violet.



  It is 5am and you are listening to Los Angeles.

  It is 5am and you are listening to Los Angeles.



  You are lissssssssssssssssss-ning.

  You are lissssssssss-ning.

  You are lisssss-ning.

  You are lisssss-ning.

  You are lisssss-ning.

  You are liss-en-ing.

  You are liss-en-ing.

  You are liss-en-ing.

  You are liss-en-ing

  to Los Angeles.

  

I think we can safely ignore the Reader's List considering Ayn Rand is #1 and #2 and fucking L Ron Hubbard is #3. I've read a small portion of the Board's List and have only heard of another small portion of the list. It seems that the ones I really despised reading were assigned to me. Could there be something to that?

The Great Gatsby	assigned to read in HS	horrendous and tedious
The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man	Read for book list - inspired by Persecepe	Challenging but worthwhile
Brave New World	Read for book list	Interesting dystopian novel
1984	Read numerous times	Always struck by Orwell's understanding of fascism and understanding of human nature
Lord of the Flies	Assigned to read in HS	Overlong but interesting to read
A Clockwork Orange	Read numerous times	A thoroughly fascinating read
Heart of Darkness	Read for book list	Came in a "collected works of" and so it was interesting to note the common themes throughout and see lines that made it into Apocalypse Now
The call of the wild	Assigned to read in MS	Pointless and uninteresting

From slashdot:

Speed-laws are not reasonable

(Score:5, Insightful)

by mi (197448)  on Sunday April 22, @08:51PM (#18835769)

(http://cafepress.com/phototravel?pid=5934485)



>    If you have an issue with the speed limits in your town, 

>    please contact your local elected officials. Have you ever

>    been to a city council meeting?



In too many localities police will usually let a local resident off 

with a warning while ripping others off. This keeps local residents 

(who attend council meetings) content, and brings easy revenue 

(people from afar are very unlikely to challenge the tickets in local

 court) to the town. This selective enforcement gets documented 

occasionally and is a real bane of highway travel.



NJ's Governor Corzine just had a nasty accident [yahoo.com], because 

his driver (a State trooper, no less) was going 91 in a 65 mph zone 

(Governor's vehicle can only do that in an "emergency"). The governor

 will take months to recover, because the moron was not wearing his 

seatbelt. Neither the hypocrite trooper (who had a similar accident 

a few years ago), nor the hypocrite governor are expected to be 

punished by law, although tens of thousands drivers are fined in NJ 

for the same (and lesser) offenses every year . most of them without 

causing an accident.



The speed laws are not reasonable . they take neither car's age and 

quality nor the driver's experience and health into consideration. 

What's too fast for an inexperienced 17- or half-blind 70-year-old 

driving a Buick is unreasonably slow for a healthy middle-aged driver

 driving a BMW...

Is anyone surprised that the asshole advocating a special set of traffic laws just for him drives a BMW?

Unintentional goatse.

From the Gibson blog:

A NOD'S AS GOOD AS A HYPERLINK (NUDGE NUDGE)

posted 2:51 PM

Someone wonders how many Globe & Mail readers might "get" 

my reference to Gormenghast.



I think that's one of those *very* basic things that have

recently changed on us. References used to be there to be

"gotten" more than Googled. Google edges reference (in the

"knowing" conversational sense) ever closer to name-checking

and shout-out. Everything has already migrated halfway to 

hyperlink.



Mervyn Peake



Wink wink.

  

Another movie based on a Chuck P book is being filmed and I still haven't read Fight Club yet... <loser />

This is another thing we get totally wrong in our cultural mythology. And it's so completely backwards and wrong that I have to suspect the involvement of Christianity its inception, perpetuation, or both.

Since becoming a parent I've had occasion to ponder the idea that my children owe me something and the longer I'm a parent the more absurd it seems to me. Why do they owe me anything? The standard response is that parents raise their children, nurture them, love them, etc. However, this is the bare minimum that one is required to do by basic morality and natural law, when creating a new human being. My children did not ask to be created. And if I failed to do these things they're supposed to sing my praises for, I'd be a monster. I don't understand why I'm expected to feel proud and demand praise from my offspring when I do exactly what I'm supposed to do.

One would think from the name (and the animated stream of piss on the website that follows your cursor around) that Le Mannequin Pis would be a low-key, eccentric place for dinner.

So I was somewhat surprised to learn that reservations are recommended (primarily because it's a 20-table hole in the wall) and that the cheap entrees are $18. My incorrect assumptions aside, the dining experience was delightful, the wait staff were helpful, and the food was well-portioned and delicious.

Of course, I didn't go to a Belgian restaurant so much for the cuisine as for the beer. Shannon had a framboise lambic which was a fabulous deep shade of purple, but which we both agreed was too fruity to have with your meal - better for dessert. I had a bottle of Orval (served in the proper glassware, of course). Orval is one of the smaller of the 7 remaining Trappist breweries, and the beer was probably one of the most unique and wonderful beers I've ever tasted. It poured to a delightful beige color with an impressive rocky head. The flavor was light with hints of "belgiany" phenolics and a bit of sourness in the finish. It may have been worth the $1.17/oz I paid for it.