Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Yeah, Buck let the cat out of the bag recently. Your humble blogger is a cheapass who doesn’t trade in his cars. I mean, I really, really, don’t trade them in…not if they’re still running.
How bad is it? If you were born the day I bought ol’ Bessie, you’d be driving her now. Legally. Fully licensed. If I can push her another three years and some change, you’ll be making beer runs for me and you’ll be doing that legally too.
In the picture at right, Bessie is getting ready to jump start a big rig with a dead battery. This is a splicing between a decent 3.2 MP camera, and a camera phone I used to catch the odometer reading: 328,916. Bought ‘er brand new in 1989. She’s running on a third-generation 4A-GE 1600cc DOHC engine which, apart from the tappet cover gasket that’s been replaced twice, hasn’t been touched. Timing belts and oil changes, that’s all.
As a white male who opposes affirmative action, I am frequently reminded that I’m “on top,” that the world is my toilet, I crush the little people beneath my footsteps without even thinking about it, I own businesses without knowing it, etc. Cracks me up. Well, as you might have guessed, I keep my 18-year-old “don’t laugh it’s paidfer” jallopy parked between the helicopter and the Lamborghini Diablo at night. I mean, of course, that’s what I have my servants do.
And she runs like she did the day I drove her off the lot. One clutch replacement, at 230 or so. Compression is still good, emissions clean, mileage is somewhere around 34 to 38, consistently. No reason we can’t make it to the big 4. Or 5 for that matter. Hey, if I can do it anyone can.
Morgan’s Car Picks Up The Narrative:
Please shoot me.
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