3/22/13

I just went into a spreadsheet called “Tim’s Life So Far” and added a daily counter to tell me how many days I've been on the planet.  Right now we’re at 17,295 days.  I also added a “Primary Toy Car” column.  I was looking at the list and realized that Gil, George, the Cosworth Vega, and most importantly The Seven were nowhere to be found on the recounting of my life.  I felt the need to rectify that.  “Rectify” is kind of a funny word, ain't it?  Kinda sounds like it otter mean “Shoving something in an ass.”  “How does one smuggle things into prison?”  “Rectify them!”  Anyhoo, there’s that going on.  I've got to stop watching “Wheeler Dealers” on the Velocity Channel.  They did a Fiat Cinquecento and the whole time I was saying, “I want that car!”  Then I watched an episode where they did a Bentley Turbo and the whole time I was saying… well, to be honest, I was saying, “That’s pretty cool,” not, “I want that car!”  There sure are a lot of commas in that last sentence.  Meh, what are you going to do?  Anyhoo, the point is… well I'm not sure what the point is.  I've been thinking that I really should force myself to be happy with projects already in the works.  I need to convince myself that a Datsun 1200 really is a small car and that I don’t need a “City Car” like a Mini (note the lower case), a Cinquecento, or a Honda N- or Z-600.  Thing is, I see one of those cars and think, “Damn, that makes a 1200 look so big!”  And don’t even get me started on the Brobdingnagian nature of a B-210 or a 510!  Yes, I suppose my perspective is a bit askew.  I like small cars… and I cannot lie.  You otha bruthas can't deny, when a dude rolls up in his itty-bitty car, and it came from lands afar, quite low… sprung!  Wanna pull up tough, ‘cuz you notice that the tires are stuffed… deep in the fenders flarin’.  I'm hooked and I can't stop starin’.  Oh ba-bee, I wanna race wit-cha, and take your pic-cha.  My homeboys tried to warn me, but that car you got makes m-m-me so…  Ok, ok, I'll stop.  Sir Mixalot would be spinning in his grave… you know, if he were dead… like his music career!  Oh snap!  Did he just go there?  I think he did!  I'm sorry.  I shouldn’t make fun of Sir Mixalot.  It isn’t his fault Hip Hop went in a “bad” direction.  MC Hammer!  THAT’S who we should be making fun of!  No, I'm just kidding.  We should make fun of all rappers from the ‘80s!  Ok fine, I'll stop with the rapper bashing.  Where was I before I took off on this bunny’s trail?  Oh, right.  So I need to just be happy with the projects I already have and get them up and going before thinking of other things I want to build.  And as my alarm is about to go off telling me to go to the Viewing Gallery, I think I'll call this a rant.  But first, “Oh.  My.  God Becky.  Look at that car.  It’s so… small.  It looks like one of those Rice Boys’ cars.  But, y’know, who understands those Rice Boys?  They only drive those kinds, because, they look like total racy-cars, ‘kay?  I mean, those tires, they’re just so… big.  I can't believe it’s so… low.  It’s down there, I mean dropped, look.  It’s so phat!”