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For those of you who tried visiting my website earlier, we had a 2-hour long power-outage here. As soon as the power came on, I rebooted everything and got it all running again. Unfortunately, regardless of the assurances Reiserfs gives for file integrity on an unexpected filesystem unmount, my Apache server mysteriously segfaults on all page requests. I just finished recompiling everything involved, and remain highly irritated that Midamerican Energy seems unable to keep the power working in the complete absence of inclement weather.

2c water

2c milk

1c Japanese calrose rice

4 strips bacon

2 large eggs

2 tsp vinegar

1 tsp sugar

1/4 tsp salt

Wash rice in strainer until water runs clear. In 1-quart pot, bring water to a boil. Add rice. Reduce heat, cover and simmer 20 minutes.

Last Tuesday, my preorder for In The Groove reached my humble abode. Having heard good things about this game, despite being tired, I shambled my decaying ancient carcass to a fan-driven version of DDR for a couple hours. Now, being a rather accomplished player with millennia of experience, I’d assumed the difficulty espoused by fans was as overblown as Bill Clinton’s penis. Not only was I horribly wrong, but my highly developed abilities were rendered irrelevant, outdated, and similar to a monkey executing spasm-laden flailing due to constant jabs from a cattle-prod. I’ve gotten better since that initial experience, though my pride is a beaten and tattered husk which may never recover. ITG constantly underrates song difficulty, further accentuating that their scale goes up to 13 instead of ten. Ouchy.

Sometimes, I must wonder how things happen. Dustin, a guy from work with a Mustang Cobra, invited me down to the local dragstrip for an event called Midnight Mayhem to watch him race. After getting lost attempting to follow them, I managed to get directions and arrive around 12:15. Hundreds of people were there, and easily a hundred cars were all lined up to pair off at the drag strip. I didn’t have any idea this would be such a huge event. While watching, I noticed a lot of modified Hondas, Toyotas, old pickups, classic Chevys, cars of all makes and descriptions. I came to the firm conclusion that my car could slap around over half of the participants, merely due to the sheer amount of wimpy 4-cylinder vehicles and old rust-buckets present. Why would a person willingly bring an embarrassingly shitty car to a drag-strip? One Honda in particular burned out his clutch and had to be towed off the strip.

I didn’t promise images, but here they are anyway. I really wasn’t making up the reflective nature of my car:

Let’s start with a simple picture of everything in profile. Looks pretty normal from here, right?

Looks like a cloudy day, and there are some trees behind my house, so sayeth the hood of my car.