There's no way I could let that pass without posting it on the Internets, then pointing at it and gesturing frantically, completely unable to articulate my feelings in a coherent manner. So there it is, and it's up to you, the reader, to imagine my wild gesticulations. Apologies for the poor picture quality, but the only camera I had at the time was on my phone.

If you have a keen memory for things that matter little to you, you may recall that I destroyed my car back in March (or was it May?). Well, it's finally fixed and drivable again. I like my car and I'm happy it's now working, but I am infinitely happier about the fact that I don't have to think about fixing it anymore. I refer to it, in my mind, as a zombie car. Not because it was dead and is now back living a horrid mockery of its former self, but because it kinda looks zombie-ish, with its mixed green and brown panels, its bare steel showing through the flayed paint on the hood, the headlights that point in vaguely the correct direction, like a man with a lazy eye. It's a marvel of modern undead engineering.

  mood: Placid
now playing: Metallica - Seek & Destroy