I'm a fan of the '67 Ford Galaxie 500. They've started to become more collectable in recent years.

Pretty black Galaxie: [link]

She also likes to listen to Glenn Beck and Rush Limbaugh every. day.

Holy carp! Someone on another blog quoted Glenn Beck the other day as bloviating about Rick Santorum being "a true thinker" and "the Winston Churchill our generation has been searching for," and my first thought was that this guy must be one of those obscure wacky Far Blogistan outliers the right and left are always digging up and pointing out but whom nobody outside Blogistan actually pays any attention to. I'm boggled (and horrified) that he's an actual radio-show-having capital-P Pundit.

Also, the hell? Your workplace doesn't have rules about what can and can't be listened to? If she worked at my uni, she'd be thumped over the head for her radio habits. The rules here are that you can post political flyers and posters and whatnot in your personal workspace, because other people can always just look away, but anything your coworkers can't ignore without the aid of earplugs is verboten. If it's audible and political -- left, right or any other direction -- you can listen with headphones or you can get smacked down by a supervisor. So generally our workplace radios are all jazz or all classical music (except for the doctor in the office next to mine, who plays lots and lots of Magnetic Fields). Much less hostile and crazymaking.

Another part of "the grownups are in charge" means hearings designed to figure out the best way to do something. Also investigations/oversight designed to find out how to make sure something doesn't happen again, as opposed to trying to score political points.

Man, I hope hope hope, but even if it happens I dread how it's going to be reported and twisted. It's been so frustrating over the past 6 years to hear so many (not all, but way too many) pundits and lawmakers go on and on about how the Democrats have no plans and no policies, when they do so have 'em; they just tend to be wordier and wonkier and less snappy and sound-bitey.

Long pig!

Hee!

I am a dork. Or I just don't get out much. Walked across campus to mail something. Discover they've closed the post office. In June. Whoops.

Anyway, I can just go to the mailing store after work. And maybe mail the package. Cause, see, I only have $3 in cash.

One of my high school buddies had a Chevelle.

My grandma had one. That thing was a fucking tank, we were always amazed she could even drive it.

A few months ago, I went to something like six different locations trying to buy stamps, but everyone was out. I ended up buying stamps from an ATM. Oh, this weird, modern world!

Suddenly the Republicans don't trust the machines? The hypocracy never stops.

Well the particular weirdness I was pointing to was the Republican complaining about electronic voting machine failures forcing people to use paper ballots.

And it's beautiful, baby. Want that car soooooo much.

It goes well with her drivers, don't you think?

Juliana, I could totally see you rocking the Impala.

I'm boggled (and horrified) that he's an actual radio-show-having capital-P Pundit.

I file him under A for Asshat. The only thing I caught today was something about "we only care about [something here, not sure] in years that end with 6, so America can go to sleep and worry about it in 2016, but by then it'll be too late!" He's a windbag, though not quite as windy as Rush.

Also, the hell? Your workplace doesn't have rules about what can and can't be listened to?

The thing about my office is.... we're made up of various suites that are actually renovated stores in a dying strip mall. (We're so high class.) So the total occupancy of my suite is six, and I'm the only one that's here on an all-day-every-day basis. I'm probably far more patient about it than some of the office people would be (see above re: terrorists), but they're never here to complain. Pre-election we were in a nice "we just won't talk about politics" space, and hopefully soon things will go back to normal.

I just play music that rocks out and says "fuck" a lot.

I love the Metallicar. And Kowalski's GTO.

There's an unwritten but very well understood rule here--no noise that extends too far from your very-open cubicle. Headphones only if you're listening to music/whatever, and conversations of either the personal or phone variety are to be kept down as much as possible. If you have a boss that's not a fan of other people stopping you from working (like a friend of mine had), you will be told to keep personal visits to a bare minimum.

It's quieter here than your average library.