Lucky day


Cruising around the neighborhood today, trying to find used tires with no luck. However, the guy who worked at one of the shops LOVES old Hondas and told me to come back when I was ready to sell.

Woo hoo!

Happy anniversary

1999 Honda Accord Hatchback

It’s been twenty years since I started blogging, and one year since I got my ’97 Accord beater. (Clip art. The only thing mine has in common with this picture is the color.) I was thinking about this the other day – I don’t think I’ve owned a car this ratty looking in twenty years.

I took it for an oil change this morning (I put oil in some months ago, but didn’t change it because I didn’t do much driving this year). Got some high-mileage oil and my fluids topped off. Slight oil and transmission leak, yadda yadda yadda. At this age, what can you expect?

On the way out, I noticed my tires are looking a little too smooth. Gonna look around and see if I can find some decent used tires., postpone the inevitable. If you have any and you live nearby, hit me up.

In the meantime, from my City of Homes, here’s a story about how so many Philadelphians can’t afford a home anymore. Coming to an urban area near you!


Got ‘im

All those things you think and don’t say out loud

The police, um, fabricated this story

I’m happy to hear that my fellow citizens aren’t quite as depersonalized as I thought! As Atrios wrote, “Cops lie all the time, journalists dutifully type it up, and no one gets in trouble and few hear the retractions.”

I guess I should say something about this

Am I disgusted? Of course. Am I shocked? Not a bit. I live in a city where almost every day, children are shot and killed. Young people shot to death over things that hardly seem worth a punch. It seems like everyone in this place is just numb to other people, probably because their lives are pretty shitty themselves. So yeah, I can see where they pulled out their phones and recorded a woman being raped. She wasn’t real, it was just another story.