Boy I have a new reason to hate stupid kids as of today. The supply list included a new tail light, flat black spray paint and possibly a cooler. I ended up with the spray paint, another tail light and a new rearview mirror (this one mounts better).
I stopped by Natalia's pad to check out her new home theater/plasma set up, new paint scheme and watch Mr. and Mrs Smith. I have a new respect for TV's that have ambilight (sp?). Suffice to say, that is going to be a required feature for my next TV (I'm going flat panel from here on in). Mr. And Mrs. Smith is one of those movies that only works because it stars beautiful people. Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie are probably the only people on earth that could sell that plot. Were it Tom Arnold and Mindy Cohn in those roles, the movie would just plain suck. Anyway, going into the Home Depot, I was informed that it is illegal to sell spray paint within the city limits. So I had to motor all the way out to the Wal Mart in Skokie just to procure a 96 cent can of spray paint. Things sure have changed since I was a kid spray painting models and shit. Now they are in a locker and you have to go get somebody (and not just anybody has to be THE paint guy ho ho ho) to open it for you. That took about 25 minutes which was 24 minutes too much IM oh so HO. I mean, if you're gonna lock the shit up, fine, but don't make it so we honest folks who aren't gonna paint some gang symbol on an overpass have to stand around waiting for your ass. I mean fuck I already had to go to Skokie.
I'll post pictures as soon as I trick Drew into going downstairs to the bike room with me (which isn't very likely since he's been afixed to the couch on a West Wing bender for the last 36 hours). But everything is shaping up to be about as fucking cool as I envisioned. That dorky computer face I told ya about is now a lean mean black, and it actually looks pretty fucking tough. The flat black accessories work pretty good with the color scheme, but it teeters somewhat on a Batman vibe now. Whether or not that's a good thing remains to be determined.