Here in my car
I'm the safest of all
I can lock all my doors
It's the only way to live
In cars.

First Cake:

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
engines pumping and thumping in time.
the green light flashes, the flags go up.
churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
they deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
their prowess is potent and secretly stern.
as they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
the fans get up and they get out of town.
the arena is empty except for one man,
still driving and striving as fast as he can.
the sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
and long ago somebody left with the cup.
but he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
and thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

he's going the distance.
he's going for speed.
she's all alone
in her time of need.
because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
he's going the distance.

no trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
he's haunted by something he cannot define.
bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
in his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
she's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
the sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
and long ago somebody left with the cup.
but he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
and thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

cause he's going the distance.
he's going for speed.
she's all alone
in her time of need.
because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
he's going the distance.
he's going for speed.
he's going the distance.

(Side note: First time I heard this song, I swore I'd seen the story in it animated a la Heavy Metal.)

{{askye}}, {{Raq}} Day-get-better~ma for you guys.

{{Bev}} So sorry about the tummy upset! If I was there I'd clean it up for you.

IOmeN, I wouldn't say my Thursday is going badly, I'd just say it's a mad beehive of work where I'm trying to shoehorn two different tasks into a third one so that we can get everything they want shipped today, shipped. We were short budget (today is the end of the month for us) so they pulled in a huge job for the Venetian, 26 racks and control modules (my department), 1200 dimming modules, hundreds of control stations for architectural lighting (also my department). So I'm testing control modules, repairing them at the same time and bagging up 10-button stations during testing lulls. Wish me coordination~ma, because that's what it all breaks down to.

Born to Run is better than all those songs, but the references are strewn throughout the song, and I can't pick an acceptable number of lines to post. So just know I am right.

Um, in an attempt to distract myself from Natter, I went shoe shopping on Zappo's. There will be an LJ post to follow, but I had to share the absolute worst pair I could find with y'all:

Shoe that made me go "WTF, Mate?"

Yeah, I like to spend $123.95 to look like Homeless McRagfoot whenever I can.

That's very impressive, juliana. And with a high rating.

If NASCAR fic exists it surely involves Racefan Sues peeling skin-tight fire suits off of drivers.

I keep trying to tell you... Indy, not NASCAR.

t /raceslut

That's very impressive, juliana. And with a high rating.

I know! There's just so much potential for mayhem what with the fluttering and the tie, and so much ugly.... As I said, WTF?

One more car love song.

You may think I'm foolish
For the foolish things I do
You may wonder how come I love you
When you get on my nerves like you do
Well baby you know you bug me
There ain't no secret 'bout that
Well come on over here and hug me
Baby I'll spill the facts
Well honey it ain't your money
'Cause baby I got plenty of that
I love you for your pink Cadillac
Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back
Oozing down the street
Waving to the girls
Feeling out of sight
Spending all my money
On a Saturday night
Honey I just wonder what you do there in back
Of your pink Cadillac
Pink Cadillac

Well now way back in the Bible
Temptations always come along
There's always somebody tempting
Somebody into doing something they know is wrong
Well they tempt you, man, with silver
And they tempt you, sir, with gold
And they tempt you with the pleasures
That the flesh does surely hold
They say Eve tempted Adam with an apple
But man I ain't going for that
I know it was her pink Cadillac
Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back
Oozing down the street
Waving to the girls
Feeling out of sight
Spending all my money
On a Saturday night
Honey I just wonder what it feels like in the back
Of your pink Cadillac
Now some folks say it's too big
And uses too much gas
Some folks say it's too old
And that it goes too fast
But my love is bigger than a Honda
It's bigger than a Subaru
Hey man there's only one thing
And one car that will do
Anyway we don't have to drive it
Honey we can park it out in back
And have a party in your pink Cadillac