Oh, and the new car has a new name. Becky’s named it Red Bettie, because of a well-placed magnet of a certain someone. And since Ford’s infrared is such a slutty color, it seemed only fitting.

I’m working on about two hours of sleep right now. Well, not working, exactly, but continuing.

There was some hemming and hawing (correct spelling is optional here), but Becky finally decided on the car I posted before. It’s a right snazzy little number, and apparently it drives well. I personally wouldn’t know (hem hem).

Also, I ran across an interesting article on MSNBC, an article that has nothing at all to do with cars. Here’s a quote:

“It’s basically like a game show…There’s a whistle, and maybe 20 minutes to an hour later, we have a girl with a big red welt on her butt, or maybe none.”

Sounds positively family-friendly!

See, what they do is let a showgirl loose in the desert and have 20 men with paintball guns hunt her down. She gets to wear shoes, goggles and a helmet, but not a stitch more.

Their own words indict them, of course. The program is run by a “master hunter” who describes his particular brand of hunting as geared toward “fun guys” who think they have done everything.

I would describe myself as a femenist. I think women are pretty neat. I think they deserve equality in everything. I think men are, in general, boorish morons.

The kinds of men who would actually pay money for this kind of entertainment should be castrated. With dull scissors. By Gloria Steinem, standing on an unbalanced washer on spin cycle.

“The women who think this is abusive and degrading need to put their attention where it should be, and I think that’s Afghanistan”

Way to keep up on current events, jack.

Read the whole article here.

So, Pierce is getting a car.

It’s weird. Not the car (which, while stylish, is not weird), but the fact that she’s getting a car.

I live with her. We live together, to use relationship jargon, but in the basement of the house belonging to her parents. Thus, we live with her parents. It’s not a bad arrangement; we live for cheap and don’t have to muck about with rent, utilities and landlords. They have two dogs, and enjoy having our dogs with them. They’re extremely nice people, with a true desire to help us when we need it.

I have a job that I don’t particularly like, and it takes a degree of effort to keep myself from worrying about whether I’ll be doing it for the rest of my life. It’s not a bad job by any means; considering the job market, it’s downright cushy. I make a small amount of money, and I have been woefully inadequate in my efforts to save some money for the car.

That bothers me. I want to contribute more to it, because it’s kind of a symbol. We’re together on a long-term basis, and it seems to me that a hefty contribution to this investment is required for someone who’s serious about staying with a particular person for a very long time.

Ah, fuck it. I love her more than anything on earth (and perhaps even more than earth itself!). A car is just a car.

“True,” I can hear Pierce saying. “But this one’s hot.”

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I don’t know how the hell it happens, but my blog is rated rather highly on Hot or Not.

I’m at a 9.5 right now, but I have no idea why. If anyone out there votes for me, tell me what you’re voting for (or against). Is it the design? The content? My unique tastes?

None of the above?