Hotel rooms seem to have all the same ammenities from place to place. A bed to lay your head on. A shower to refresh from a long day or wake up for a longer one. A television with pay per view channels you will enjoy. But one thing they seem to lack is interesting artwork. The themes are mostly regional and the prints of landscapes banal. The next time you are traveling and staring at the walls in your hotel room, imagine what might be under the corporate sanctioned mediocrity.
As reported by CNN.com:
Weezer’s entry ended the three-week second-place stint of Mariah Carey’s “The Emancipation of Mimi” (Island/Def Jam), which dipped to No. 3 with almost 173,000 copies.
This still doesn’t justify the lackluster dmb album selling twice as many copies as weezer’s album, but at least there is some justice in the world.
The things the internet allows you to do! And then there are the things that it shouldn’t.
“We only confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no big ones.”
– Francois Duc de La Rochefoucauld
Stopped by Best Buy this morning to pick up the new DMB cd (not convinced about the new producer yet) and made sure to park in the middle of the parking lot, away from any other cars, which was fairly easy due to the store only being open for 4 minutes. On the way out of the store, I look up from opening my new cd and notice a beat up old tahoe entering the parking lot….turning onto the same row….pulling in immediately next to my sparkling, aura-surrounded truck. “You better not….” I muttered under my breath. As I was walking around the front of my truck, the lady exiting the driver seat opens the door with careless disregard and it slowly swung open, easing pass the first notch and finally tapping my truck door.
That’s right, I got to witness my truck’s first door ding. Baby’s all grown up now. Thankfully there is no visual scar, but what conceivable thought could have been going through that woman’s head, when the parking lot is all but empty and she decides to park directly next to the newest car in the parking lot!
My new tacoma finally came in today. Long story short, my 1996 cavalier blew up, I rented a car, borrowed a dealership truck, and (two weeks to the day) I now have the truck I have wanted for the last 3 years.
- It’s blue.
- It won’t let me lock my keys inside in the ignition.
- It has a 110V outlet in the bed.
- I could open our garage from the rear view mirror if our opener hadn’t been exchanged in a previous auto deal gone awry.
- The compass said SW when I was facing North at the dealership, but has since decided to be true, although I haven’t yet checked the declination.
- The passenger side airbag only turns on if you weigh more than 60 lbs, which should be just about everyone that rides on that side.
- The CD player looks like it’s going to be a pain to replace with a bumpin’ aftermarket deck, so that might have to wait a while.
- Miles of clearance and an off-road package, for all of that off-roading I do on my way to work.
- Alarm. Don’t even think about taking my baby for a joyride!
First impressions are great of the vehicle, Toyota did a very good job with the redesign. I’m sure I’ll figure out what I don’t like soon, but for now you’ll see me driving around with a nice big grin on my face.
If you learn nothing else about tomorrow’s celebrations, remember this: always save. You would be reading a charmingly sarcastic write-up about my tv habits and the new stephen colbert show (chock full of links) but I forgot to save. Then I closed the window, and didn’t save. So now you get to read a short little blurb about cinco de mayo instead. Don’t you wish I had saved?
Succintly, Cinco de Mayo, as near as I can interperet it, is really a American holiday. It was popularized by students in California in the 1960’s as a way to celebrate Mexican heritage. The hero of the battle of Puebla is Ignacio Zaragoza, who was actually from Goliad, Texas (okay, it was a Mexican province then). It celebrates a battle won, but a war that would ultimately be lost to the French and result in occupation for several years. That is, until the United States finished our own Civil War and began providing the needed arms to overturn the French government. Oh, and most people in America think that the 5th is Mexican Independence Day, which actually doesn’t fall on the calendar until September 16th. To top it all off, the day is observed in Mexico but doesn’t warrant business closure or school release.
So as you dip your chips and take your shot of Jose tomorrow, you now know the full story (well, if you linked to the wikipedia entry you do, otherwised it’s a mildly sardonic viewpoint) of Cinco de Mayo. Ol
You ever had that helpless feeling. Like you can’t do anything. Like the world is spinning around and you are disconnected from it all. Yeah, my email was down today. First time we’ve had an unscheduled interruption that I can remember, so props to Branden for that (and for jumping off, not out, of the plane and getting it fixed almost before he got back to the house). According to CNN, I was probably better off anyways.