Eddie Murphy

was once funny. Today, I bought

48 Hours,
Another 48 Hours,
Coming to America, and
Trading Places,

all at $6 each on DVD. Score.

I also bought The Hunt for Red October and Saturday Night Fever.

*thffffpppppbbbtt*

I don't have too much work to do right now, but I have plenty. I don't feel like doing any of it. The weather stifles my brain. This coffee -- it does nothing.

CompUsa will replace my dead Palm Zire, no questions asked, thanks to the 2yr warranty darla bought for me. The wrinkle: Whichever pinhead sold her the device sold her a camera warranty (perhaps they are related to the imbecile who replaced my windshield), meaning that unless I deal directly with the sales manager, whom I just spoke to on the phone, this won't work. Hopefully I'll remember to go there this Thursday or Saturday, when he'll be physically present in the store. Ours is a service economy, I hear tell, and our service sucks.

I'm not in a bad mood. I'm just grouchy. There's a difference. Grouchy can be fun. I'm kinda randy, too. Grouchy and randy.

Edit: In the interest of fair reporting, I should mention that the gentlemen at Main Event Tuxedo in Arlington did a great job for mrzero and I. They were quick and attentive without being obsequious, and they gave me an extra day to return stuff. Also they made us look wicked shaaahp.

drool drool drool drool drool

This is the closest thing I've seen to the roadster of my dreams. I'd change the engine and the tires, and I'd spend way too much money on a custom steel cage hidden under the body, but this is more or less what it would look like.

( car porn )

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