Archive for August, 2008

milkshakes we can bumper cars in

Friday, August 29th, 2008

Like most of you, I spent part of Thursday evening listening to Barack Obama’s touchdown celebration acceptance speech. (Unlike most of you, I was also working.) About halfway through, he said this:

I will — listen now — I will cut taxes — cut taxes — for 95 percent of all working families, because, in an economy like this, the last thing we should do is raise taxes on the middle class.

I immediately told my friend Jessica that I could list hundreds of worse things than raising taxes on the middle class — which, while bad, is far from the absolute last thing we should do. She suggested giving a milkshake to every American. I was thinking more along the lines of bumper cars. (In retrospect, casting the entire nation in a wacky game show where many of the stunts involve voracious alligators and/or poorly made bottle rockets — for a shot at a $10,000 prize! — that’s even worse of an idea.) But so then we had milkshakes (mmm!) and bumper cars (yay!) on our minds, and I just started replacing words in the rest of the speech. And so here are Obama’s revised talking points on:

Education

  • America, now is not the time for small plans. Now is the time to finally meet our moral obligation to provide every child a world-class milkshake, because it will take nothing less to compete in the global economy.
  • And we will keep our promise to every young American: If you commit to serving your community or our country, we will make sure you can afford a bumper car.
  • Health care

  • If you have health care — if you have health care, my plan will lower your premiums. If you don’t, you’ll be able to get the same kind of milkshakes that members of Congress give themselves.
  • And — and as someone who watched my mother argue with insurance companies while she lay in bed dying of cancer, I will make certain those companies stop discriminating against those who are sick and need milkshakes the most.
  • Now is the time to help families with paid sick days and better family leave, because nobody in America should have to choose between keeping their job and bumper cars.
  • Personal responsibility

  • Yes, we must provide more bumper cars for young men who fall into lives of crime and despair. But we must also admit that programs alone can’t replace parents, that government can’t turn off the television and make a child do her homework, that fathers must take more responsibility to provide milkshakes to their children.
  • Foreign policy

  • For — for while — while Senator McCain was turning his sights to milkshakes just days after 9/11, I stood up and opposed this war, knowing that it would distract us from the real threats that we face.
  • As commander-in-chief, I will never hesitate to defend this nation, but I will only send our troops into harm’s way with a clear mission and a sacred commitment to give them the bumper cars they need in battle and the milkshakes they deserve when they come home.
  • America

  • But I stand before you tonight because all across America something is stirring. What the naysayers don’t understand is that this election has never been about me; it’s about milkshakes.
    [APPLAUSE]
    It’s about milkshakes.
  • You know, this country of ours has more milkshakes than any nation, but that’s not what makes us rich. We have the most powerful bumper cars on Earth, but that’s not what makes us strong. Our milkshakes and our bumper cars are the envy of the world, but that’s not what keeps the world coming to our shores.
  • And that is why Barack Obama will be the next milkshake of the United Bumper Cars.

      
      Music: Old 97's - Valentine

    can’t get it out of my head

    Tuesday, August 26th, 2008

    Recently, I’ve kinda been wondering exactly how much money I’ve put into my car over the past almost-eight years, the reason being that I rationalize not ever buying a new car by telling myself that it’s way cheaper to pay to fix this one than to make car payments. And then I remembered that I could just look at my giant stack of repair bills and see whether I was right. And now I will list the costs for you, in chronological order!

  • new transmission (the state of Missouri broke it during an emissions test) — $1,144.73
  • CD player (to replace tape deck) — $192.99
  • new muffler and exhaust pipes (they fell off) — $251.34
  • various trim pieces — $29.80
  • fix broken turn signals — $171.54
  • replace broken window (break-in No. 1) — $210.00
  • new speakers — $34.21
  • four tires — $256.61
  • repair ball joints and tie rod — $713.22
  • new water pump — $402.42
  • new radiator (three days after previous repair) — $530.07
  • fix oil leak/new timing belt — $431.99
  • make speedometer work — $307.40
  • battery — $37.33
  • ridiculous brake overhaul (they occasionally didn’t work) — $1,027.42
  • new alternator — $327.33
  • CD player (break-in No. 2) — $207.72
  • a million various trim pieces — $284.97
  • paint it red! — $885.05
  • replace valance panel cover — $420.40
  • unstick window — $78.00
  • window switches/trim — $97.00
  • make air conditioning work (for several months) — $1,589.28
  • repair faulty wiring — $828.66
  • new freeze plug — $81.21
  • tune-up — $683.58
  • four tires/alignment — $454.94
  • fix leaky fuel hose/replace arm bushings — $463.31
  • new idle control valve — $508.54
  • window/console repairs (break-in No. 3) — $835.92
  • CD player/iPod adapter (also break-in No. 3) — $310.61
  • replace leaky coolant hose — $110.66

    Missing from the receipts was all the body work necessary after the car and I traveled through a fence on a rainy November night. We’ll estimate $1,500 for that, which brings us to a grand total of …

    $15,408.25

    Crap. All that for a car that cost a mere $3,300 of blood money.

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      Music: Fountains of Wayne - '92 Subaru

    making a mockery

    Thursday, August 7th, 2008

    Apparently you don’t need any language skills to be a Scrabble legend:

      
      Music: The Magnetic Fields - Cuckoo

    hack heaven

    Friday, August 1st, 2008

    Is it just me, or did this make everyone else think of Stephen Glass? I mean:

    We arrived at a strip mall. Out of the darkness, the coffinlike snout of a new Rolls Royce Phantom materialized. A flying lady winked on the hood. “Your bag, sir?” said the driver, a blond kid in a suit and tie.

    “This is my car,” Weev said. “Get in.”

    And it was, for that night and the next, at least. The car’s plush chamber accentuated the boyishness of Weev, who wore sneakers and jeans and hung from a leather strap like a subway rider. In the front seat sat Claudia, a pretty college-age girl.

    WHAT the HECK.