A Blast From My Past?

While driving home from Marietta last night I really think that I passed my old car. In 2002 I traded in my black 1996 Nissan 240sx for what was to become the Jackmobile. The 240sx was unique because it gotten hit one day while parked in a parking garage, and I had accidentally scraped the hell out of the front spoiler by backing out of my old driveway poorly. Last night I passed a black Nissan 240sx with a dent in the driver’s door area and what appeared to by a scraped front spoiler. I know that it would be a long shot, but I really think that it was my old car.

Too Much Of A Good Thing Is Too Much
Ten Flickrites gathered last evening at Tasty China in Marietta. I, naturally being first because of my inherent tendencies and use of Jill (the GPS), arrived with no clue as to how many were to participate. I waited until the first of the group arrived and we commenced to eating. Ten people meant ten entrees to be shared, but we also managed to consume countless appetizers as well. Most of the food was delicious, although I’d say that the cook was a bit heavy-handed on the salt and on one or two of the entrees might have accidentally knocked the entire box into the pan. Mass quantities were consumed.

Upon waking I felt like complete crap. I imagine that I felt like those contestants on Survivor who get to gorge on food after winning a reward challenge, except I didn’t win a reward challenge, nor have I been eating poorly for the past number of days.

Things are much better now as I write this, but I’ve already made the call not to go in to work. The password today is now “productivity.”

ITP Flickr Pic
I wish I had a photo of my old Nissan 240sx that I could post today. Instead I’ll post this aboriginal art that exists in East Atlanta.

Original Aboriginal Art

If I get the chance I will be looking for a photo that I can scan in today.

Speaking Of Survivor
I’m bored with this season of Survivor.

SPOILER
After last night’s eviction of Eric it is down to one dude and four chicks. I can’t help but think that this ratio is not what would happen in an environment in which real survival skills are needed. I know that it’s always been like this, but for some reason I can’t help but get frustrated this time.

Last night was the traditional “Here are your loved one’s, cry like you been imprisoned for ten years” episode. One month. They’ve been gone one month. Okay, I’ll give them six weeks to account for traveling to China, but please it has not been that long. Did anyone else fear that Courtney was going to snap in half when her father hugged her?

Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike Courtney and Peih-Gee? (yeah, I know that I say this every week)

I have to admit that I fast-forwarded to the eviction vote once Peih-Gee won immunity. I just couldn’t stand watching the proceedings knowing that she could not get voted off.

And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – better
Current Music – none
Website Of The Day – I’m trying everything in my power to reduce the cost of the trips I plan to take in 2008. Today I’ll be playing with Yapta to see what I can do.
Exercise (b)Log – nothing
Monthly Foot Mileage – 10.3 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – n/a
Monthly Marta Rides – 4

December Goals
1) Run no fewer than 50 miles
2) Ride Marta no fewer than twenty times (ten round-trips)
3) Read at least one book

Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]

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2 Responses to A Blast From My Past?

  1. Barb says:

    If we would have been home last night, I would have invited you over, since you were OTP in my ‘hood & all. But we went to a sneak preview of “Walk Hard The Dewey Cox Story”. Since they don’t expect to win an Oscar with this one, our expectations were not high, and it pleasantly exceeded them. It would have been ever funnier if we’d have thought to bring cocktails. The lyrics & presentation of some of the songs have me still laughing. I had no idea that John C. Reilly could sing so well.

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