The Blog with No Name

I recently bought an iPod Touch. My two word assessment is it is a device of perplexing glory. I hope to have a more detailed review soon, but in the meantime I’ll say — and not to be crude — it has revolutionized my time in the WC.

So, my older brother got engaged. He announced this to the fam with a simple email. No details on how he did it, how much he had to drug her, and a ballpark date of when he’d actually Seal the Deal. Pretty typical Drew style. He did make his proposal in Thailand, which is pretty sweet. Rumor has it an elephant was involved and a squadron of F-16s wrote something in the sky with pink smoke. At any rate, congratulations, Drew!

When will you let me meet her?

I know I’m totally late to the micro-blogging party, but I just re-discovered my Twitter account. I think I’ll start using it.

Those who know me are keenly aware of my opinion of Washington drivers. Those who’ve ridden with me are keenly aware of how I drive.

I have a growing concern about the person whom I become when I get behind the wheel of my truck. All the virtues I attempt to cling to and live out in my life get left in the parking lot: patience, selflessness, forgiveness, mercy, and charity for my fellow man. I don’t know what happens, but it’s some type of Hyde-ian transformation into a foul-mouthed heathen hurtling down the highway. It mystifies me how I can make this radical change with barely a conscious thought. I’d like to think the explanation — notice I did not say excuse — is because of my perception that the collective Washington Driver is a failure at being a confident and competent driver. It is very frustrating for me, and to face this collective failure twice a day Monday through Friday may have taken its toll.

But I still want a fast car to drive