you know, i can't tell if i like the new layout yet. since the fucking login button doesn't actually seem to be wired up to anything and refuses to acknowledge that i've clicked it, i guess that i hate it.
w00t. taxes for 2012 are prepared. I owe a shitload of money, but I knew it was going to be that way and I have more than I need in a separate savings account. So, it's sort of like getting a refund, except I've been making interest on the dough all year :)
Ron Howard, rocking his COTA baseball cap at a Lakers game.
Why my job is cool:
Yay. We can do laundry at home again. I ordered a washer and dryer from a company online and it was supposed to ship out a couple days before we closed on our house so everything would arrive at the same time. It was delayed 2 weeks, and then 2 more.
My new neighborhood is apparently all about the fireworks. It sounds like a war zone, and that's kind of awesome.
LIVE from my new house, it's OPPO!!!
I think the battery in the Clown Shoe is shot. I charged it fully a couple weeks ago, then left it disconnected (guaranteed no load) and it was dead yesterday. So then I charged it again, it started the car once and now it's back to 10.5 volts.
Murray Christmas, y'all.
If you have Netflix, go watch Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale.
I found a box w/ a brand spanking new set of medium compound Pirellis in a garage today.
Ferrari track day at COTA today. In attendance were 1 F40, a couple Enzos and an FXX, plus a bunch of 430s, 458s, Californias etc.
Someone stuck a Caswell sticker on one of the garage doors at COTA.
Saw one of these today at COTA. It was on a trailer, on its way across the country to its new owner, so I didn't get to see it in action, but it's a cool toy, for sure.
One of my dogs does NOT like my Clint Eastwood impression. I was goofing off and had some shorts pulled WAY up and was walking around the house funny. My beagle FLIPPED HIS SHIT.
On the menu for my landlord for eternity: a bag of dicks.
Best part of the USGP weekend - I managed to score the following autographs on my McLaren hat :
The calm before the storm.