Several months ago, I wrote about my fascination with alternative alphabets, the history of English-language reform, and an alternative alphabet named Quickscript, which I revised a bit. Since then I’ve gone back and played with my new version of Quickscript on occasion. But just on occasion. I mean, it’s not like I’m obsessed with it. I’m not a lunatic.
So, here’s my deal: Thanks to some unexpected income, and a lack of knowledge about tax law, I found myself with a 5-figure income tax bill. Obviously some belt-tightening was in order, so I had to sell the GTO back to CarMax, leaving me with just my Triumph Trophy for daily transportation. That’s not a bad thing on a daily basis, but, sometimes, you just need a car. And I need a cheap car that I can buy outright, because the IRS is on my back. So, I had to enter the exasperating world of buying a beater car.
Every year at this time, the San Diego Comic Con rolls into town, brining thousands of attendees with it. I remember going to Comic Con in the mid-90s, when it was small. The biggest star I saw back then was Adam West, who was signing autographs for ten bucks a pop. Now, it’s the West Coast’s center of sci-fi, comics, and fantasy action, with what seems like the whole entertainment industry involved.
I didn’t have tickets to get inside the Convention Center, so I hung around downtown and took some pictures.
There’s this college kid named Evan Ewing in LA who really wants to make a cool, short film for one of his classes. And he wants to make it about the Nissan GT-R. He loves the GT-R and he’d like to show his fellow students, teachers, and car enthusiasts how much he loves it. Frankly, he’s a bit nuts on the subject. But, the thing is, he’s a student, which means he’s a dirty, poor person. And it costs money to make movies, even really short ones. So he needs to somehow scrape up $2,500. He can’t do it himself because he’s, as I mentioned, poor and dirty. So, he’s got a kickstarter page where he’s begging for money, like some sort of shameless third-world indigent.
Today, we celebrated the life of my uncle, Rev. Raymond L. Franks Jr. There are few truly good men in this world–I certainly can’t claim to be one–but Uncle Ray was one of them. He was unfailingly loving, compassionate, and kind. In the 35 years he spent in the ministry in Albuquerque, NM, he touched and bettered an uncounted number of lives. The hundreds of people who came to pay their respects today are the merest tithe of the lives he touched.
2006 Pontiac GTO (Used)
For weeks and weeks I looked for one particular car. I wanted a 2005 or 2006 Pontiac GTO, with low to average miles, and the available 6-speed manual transmission. They aren’t easy to find. The 4-speed automatics can be found here and there with some regularity, even though the car had a limited run for GM’s Pontiac division. But the manual transmission cars are truly rare, cost significantly more, and get snapped up quickly when they become available.
After weeks of trolling the internet car classifieds several times a day, I finally saw a 2006 Pontiac GTO with a 6-speed manual transmission pop up Friday night. It was at CarMax in Buena Park, about 2 hours from where I live. There were no pictures of it, or anything. They had just added it to the inventory listing. Now, the thing about the manual GTO is that they never stay on car lots. Car people really, really like a 400 HP car they they can buy for less than $20,000. So, when a mannie-tranny GTO shows up on a lot, it sells instantly.
So all that stuff yesterday about a nice GTO or Charger SRT8? I might have to just leave that in my dreams for a while. Sometimes, things aren’t about me. Chris wants to have a vehicle for trips. But she can’t tow the travel trailer. It’s just too…much. So, we need to dump the trailer and get something she can drive. I may have found it, but it’s not an enthusiast’s vehicle.
I need to get a car. I sold my Ram 2500 King Cab long-bed diesel truck a few months ago. It was a pain to drive, but convenient for towing our travel trailer and doing hauling. Honestly, though, while I really liked the truck’s capabilities, I never liked driving it. it was, like, 30 feet long, and impossible to park. I wasn’t planning on ever selling it, though. But, as it happens, it turned out that selling it was a convenient way to round up a bunch of cash to do some landscaping, and get the house painted, so it went on the block for a good cause.
I’ve updated the selection of free, motorcycle-related WordPress themes that you can download. There are five new themes in the collection, all of which are fully compatible with WordPress 3.x and above. That means they have all the proper theme options you’re used to. They also use some nice Google… Continue reading
The 2003 Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder GTS that is sitting in my driveway is not mine. It belongs to The Lovely Christine. Yet it taunts me mercilessly, mocking me for ever having gotten involved with it. It now symbolizes everything that is wrong with my life; everything that has gone terribly, terribly wrong. It is a hateful malevolent presence that corrupts everything it touches. Before last month, it was just a mildly irritating vehicle that Chris thought of as a sports car, and I thought of—when I thought of it at all—as something I’d like her to trade in for something fun. But circumstances forced me to become entangled with it, and it has made everything about my life worse. Well, that’s not quite true…it’s just one of the two things that have done so, recently. There’s a story behind it all, you see.
Chris and I were spending time in the backyard with the dogs, and I decided to pull out my Panasonic Lumix FZ-200 and take some pictures. The star of the show turned out to be—as it almost always is—our goofy boxer, Apollo. Click on the photos for the hi-res versions.… Continue reading
Dreaming an Impossible Dream
One of my personal little personality quirks is a deep sense of privacy. I mean, I’m civil enough, I suppose, but deep down, I don’t really trust people very much, and I don’t want them to know much about what I’m thinking or doing. For instance, because I have to attend meetings and take lots of notes, I don’t want people to see what I’m writing. But, I also don’t want to be the wierdo who’s obviously guarding his notes from the prying eyes of the other meeting attendees.
Let’s try this one more time
Blogging is hard. I don’t mean it’s hard physically, but it’s hard in terms of finding the time to do it. This especially true when you write at other places besides your personal web site. I write on politics and economics elsewhere, and I didn’t want this to become a political site. Plus, I got an invite to write at Medium, so I sort of did all of my personal writing there, and created my own collection of automotive and motorcycle writing there. (Most of which, By the way, I’ll be transferring over here, bit by bit.)
Chris and I went down to Oceanside today, and I took along the FZ200 to take a few pictures. This time though, rather than fill up the front page, all the pictures are below the fold. All the pics are clickable, so you can see a 1920×1280 larger version
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