Screw illusion of control. I want that need to pay attention to the car's current state to keep me from distractifying off to la-la land.
I'll be fine. I'll be your bounty, Jubal Early. And I'll just fade away.
River ,'Objects In Space'
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
amych - Jul 22, 2009 12:10:10 pm PDT #350 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Atropa - Jul 22, 2009 12:10:36 pm PDT #351 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Panko-crusted goat cheese rounds from Whole Foods are of the devil's hands.
And very, very nummy.
I don't know about those, but the same can be said of the tortilla chips made with chocolate. Will my willpower be enough to keep me from eating the entire bag today? Who knows?
When I learn to drive later this summer, I am going to learn on an automatic. It will be easier.
Jesse - Jul 22, 2009 12:13:37 pm PDT #352 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I want that need to pay attention to the car's current state to keep me from distractifying off to la-la land.
I'm pretty sure that's my mother's take on it, too. Although I think they have an automatic now.
I got my license driving the driver's-ed guy's automatic, but had to learn stick to actually drive a car that I had access to.
Gudanov - Jul 22, 2009 12:16:43 pm PDT #353 of 30001
Coding and Sleeping
The manual transmission is helping me right now when my speedometer decides it doesn't want to work. I can judge my speed pretty well by gear and the sound of the engine (I don't have a tach, so I've got to go with sound).
Toddson - Jul 22, 2009 12:18:56 pm PDT #354 of 30001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
Panko-crusted goat cheese rounds from Whole Foods are of the devil's hands.
ooooh ... sounds yummy
tommyrot - Jul 22, 2009 12:21:32 pm PDT #355 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
The manual transmission is helping me right now when my speedometer decides it doesn't want to work. I can judge my speed pretty well by gear and the sound of the engine (I don't have a tach, so I've got to go with sound).
Oh, Gud, here's a solution. Get a pigeon and tape it to the roof of your car. Then get a mirror so you can watch the bird. Your speed in mph will be roughly how many times the pigeon flaps its wings each minute, divided by 4.732837. (I use lots of decimals to give the illusion of accuracy.)
P.M. Marc - Jul 22, 2009 12:25:41 pm PDT #356 of 30001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I drove stick for 15 years. When we got our new car, we went with an automatic, mainly because my slightly-wonky knee is my left, and I can't deal with driving a stick in heavy traffic these days.
I miss a manual transmission.
I get my milk from Golden Glen Creamery at the local farmer's market. Sometimes, I cheat and get it from Twin Brook Creamery at the Metropolitan Market. In either case, the bottles are glass and the milk cream line. (Neither is listed on the site linked to with the moo.)
DavidS - Jul 22, 2009 12:31:32 pm PDT #357 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I wonder if Subarus are extra popular in SF because of that nifty clutch system.
Mostly the 4WD ones are popular for going into the mountains for skiing.
I had one of those and used to get notes on the car fairly often, offering to buy it.
§ ita § - Jul 22, 2009 12:34:09 pm PDT #358 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Just got another recruiter that asked me to lie on my resume. Why do they bother? All I will do is give them a bad name.
Ginger - Jul 22, 2009 12:34:44 pm PDT #359 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I'm so used to manuals that sometimes automatics get on my nerves, "Hey car, I didn't want to shift gears right now."
I am Gud. I haven't owned an automatic for a couple of decades. Atlanta traffic is not an ideal place for them, and I do have to replace the clutch more often.
My father tried to teach me to drive a stick shift, but there was yelling. There was usually yelling, but in this case I was stuck in a VW Bug with him. My ex taught me and was remarkably patient with the terrible noises I made with his baby, a 240Z. Then my car died and we inherited a car with a manual transmission, so it was either master shifting or stop going to work. For the first couple of weeks, I screamed obscenities at anyone and anything that made me shift.