New Year, Old Songs, Bad Cars, Good Movies
So it was on New Year's Eve that I found myself on the way to the airport again, but this time armed with some CDs for the trip. And as I was listening to Live's "V" album, I heard a most excellent lyric:
"...back to the studio,
To write a song so good it'll make a midget grow."
I laughed out loud. I spent the next five minutes trying to find the rewind function on the car's CD player just so I could hear it again. I had finally found something which ranked up with David Bowie's immortal lines in "Suffragette City":
"Hey man, we gotta pick up the pace,
The smell of fat chicks just put my spine out of place."
Unfortunately, all this amusement was just a small consolation for the drive to the airport. The traffic was fine, the music was good - it was just the car which truly sucked. For I wasn't driving Joseph's Altima, but instead a gargantuan creation belonging to his father - a Chrysler Behemoth or something along those lines. It could easily accomodate four people (or three well-fed Texans) sitting side-by-side across the front two seats, which would be great if there was any compelling reason to do that in a car, which there generally isn't. For a car so full of gadgets, it was also remarkably unfriendly. The seat had servo-motors to adjust the tilt and support in seven equally uncomfortable positions, but no apparent mechanism for moving it back and forth, which for my height is the most important option. And all of the machinery in the base forced the seat so high that I was scraping the ceiling. The steering wheel controlled the car's direction in the same way that oil prices in the Middle East control the bread price in Canada - a very vague and delayed sort of connection. The brakes were spongy. I could go on.
But I won't, because when I got home I found to my absolute delight that Starz channel was showing the LOTR movies sequentially in High Definition. It was already halfway through The Two Towers when I tuned in, but I had the unusual pleasure of seeing in midnight, not with the traditional fireworks, but instead with the lighting of the beacons of Gondor!
Sad, I know. Bring on 2005!
"...back to the studio,
To write a song so good it'll make a midget grow."
I laughed out loud. I spent the next five minutes trying to find the rewind function on the car's CD player just so I could hear it again. I had finally found something which ranked up with David Bowie's immortal lines in "Suffragette City":
"Hey man, we gotta pick up the pace,
The smell of fat chicks just put my spine out of place."
Unfortunately, all this amusement was just a small consolation for the drive to the airport. The traffic was fine, the music was good - it was just the car which truly sucked. For I wasn't driving Joseph's Altima, but instead a gargantuan creation belonging to his father - a Chrysler Behemoth or something along those lines. It could easily accomodate four people (or three well-fed Texans) sitting side-by-side across the front two seats, which would be great if there was any compelling reason to do that in a car, which there generally isn't. For a car so full of gadgets, it was also remarkably unfriendly. The seat had servo-motors to adjust the tilt and support in seven equally uncomfortable positions, but no apparent mechanism for moving it back and forth, which for my height is the most important option. And all of the machinery in the base forced the seat so high that I was scraping the ceiling. The steering wheel controlled the car's direction in the same way that oil prices in the Middle East control the bread price in Canada - a very vague and delayed sort of connection. The brakes were spongy. I could go on.
But I won't, because when I got home I found to my absolute delight that Starz channel was showing the LOTR movies sequentially in High Definition. It was already halfway through The Two Towers when I tuned in, but I had the unusual pleasure of seeing in midnight, not with the traditional fireworks, but instead with the lighting of the beacons of Gondor!
Sad, I know. Bring on 2005!
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