Hit the Lights

I am anxiously awaiting the coming Tuesday, August 25th.  Why’s that? you may ask.  Well, I may say in response, because I reserved a game that comes out on that day, and I intend to retrieve my copy and play it all damn night.  You may proceed to ask, What game is that?  And I may reply, Why Batman: Arkham Asylum, what else?  And depending on who you are, your reaction to that could range from, Oooh, oooh, let me play too! to, Oh.  Well, enjoy.  Like my refusal to use quotation marks?

My car is doing stupid things.  Sometimes it won’t start.  We think we’ve pinpointed the cause, but we don’t seem to be able to do anything about it. Basically, the wires coming from the battery seem to be getting bad (or no) connection somewhere, causing the car to essentially think it has no battery and thusly not do a damn thing.  No lights, no radio, no windows, no horn, no cranking.  Nothing.  All it should take is tightening and possibly cleaning the screws, but we can’t get to them because automotive designers don’t give a DAMN about you.  Cars haven’t been simple to repair in your driveway in over 20 years.  The ’77 Cutlass I used to drive was simple to do anything to– the only things under the hood were things that were necessary for the car to function, and as the vehicle was the size of a small yacht there was plenty of room to crawl around in there.  Hell, the only reason we ever had for jacking the car off the ground was changing the oil. 

I wish I had something entertaining to rattle about… but I don’t.