Truth in Engineering

Three weeks to the day after Jacob's red light incident, I finally bought a car. This is what it looked like ten years ago. I swore I'd never have another black car because they're so hard to keep looking clean, but it was cheap and I was desperate. I saw the ad on craigslist Wednesday after work for an A6 for $2,500, so I immediately emailed the guy (stereotypical Southside Italian realtor who can't spell or use proper grammar. "Cadillac converter..."). He replied back that he couldn't meet Wednesday, but we made plans to meet last night. Went to the bank over lunch and got the cash. Five other people showed interest after I did, so he added the following paragraph to his posting without letting me know, "I have gotten a lot of interest in this car for obvious reasons. I am meeting with six people this evening and to be fair I will let all interested parties view the car tonigh and put their bid on as well as their contact info on a sheet of paper. I will contact the hihgest bidder later this evening so we can finalize the purchase. Let me know if you'd like to be one of the parties that see it this evening."

I knew nothing about this until one of the fun ladies at work pulled up the ad to see what car I was talking about. I called him immediately at 2:30 to find out where to meet him at our 3:30 appointment and then proceeded to have a Jimmerson fit (as Sara Brown would call it) and gave him what for about his shady way of doing business. Long story short, he called me back a half hour later and said he would cancel the auction and sell to me for $3,500. Jacob picked me up at work at 3:15, I ran into the bank for more cash, we test drove it, and bought it by 4:00. It runs just a little rough sometimes, but I think a sensor is just not telling the computer the right story. It also needs a new CV joint and catalytic converter, and the driver's window won't roll down, but it's fine for getting around town for awhile. It has new tires, fuel pump, serpentine belt, timing belt, and battery. Even if I have to put a few thousand into it, it's still worth more than I will have invested. Oh, and it's black with black leather interior with a bi-turbo V6. Vroom vroom!!

Go Ask Alice

Cole and I went to the 3-D version of Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland yesterday. Wonderful in every way, especially the hilarious Helena Bonham Carter.

"Tell me please, How is a raven like a writing desk?"

Son of a Gun

UPDATE: Carly is now denying that the clue in the new version of You're So Vain points to David Geffen. Whatever.

David Geffen, the "G" in Dreamworks SKG probably thought the song was about him. Joni Mitchell's Free Man in Paris was also about him.

From MSN Music News

Carly Simon has ended nearly 40 years of speculation by finally naming the man who inspired her hit "You're So Vain" - her target was gay record label boss David Geffen.
The song, which catapulted the singer to fame in 1972, was rumored to be about one of her ex-boyfriends, who include Hollywood legend Warren Beatty and rocker Sir Mick Jagger, but she had persistently refused to name the man behind the track.
But Simon has now revealed who was so vain by giving fans a cryptic clue in an acoustic version of the song, which features on her upcoming album "Never Been Gone."
She tells Uncut magazine, "You know what, I'm just going to tell you this. The answer is on the new version of 'You're So Vain,' on my new record 'Never Been Gone.' There's a little whisper and it's the answer to the puzzle."
The singer whispers Geffen's name backwards in the track, according to Britain's The Sun newspaper.
Geffen ran Simon's Elektra Records label at the time of the song's release and instead of being about a failed relationship, the lyrics are now thought to hint at the singer's lingering resentment after Geffen allegedly put more effort into promoting rival star Joni Mitchell.