I'm having PTSD about cars.
'Sleeper'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
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.
My issue is that it seems popular for the night-time glowy color to be RED these days. And...I don't like that. It makes me feel like my dashboard is evil.
I had exactly that reaction with, of all things, the Pontiac SUPREME BEING I rented in Arizona.
(Ok, Grand Am. Same diff.)
My issue is that it seems popular for the night-time glowy color to be RED these days. And...I don't like that. It makes me feel like my dashboard is evil.
Hee! I like the idea of an evil dashboard. Does it come with a button for rocket launchers?
*snorts*
I wonder why.
I'm kind of shocked you and I aren't sitting next to each other on the insane-o crazy-sauce humans bench right now.
BTW, I think I'm going to have to permanently invoke the FPC clause. I don't remember life before DEFCON 1 anymore.
Try to take care of yourself as best you can, Maria.
Maria, the FPC clause is for minor things. Floods, cancer, and death are legitimately WTF traumatic.
I can't adjust the dash lights's color in my Focus, but I can change the mood lighting's color. Probably the most useless feature in my car. But the first time I do a lot of driving at night I'll probably play with it.
Also, I need to pick out wallpaper for my car's LCD infotaiment center.
Does it come with a button for rocket launchers?
No!
It's in the glove box.
I'm kind of shocked you and I aren't sitting next to each other on the insane-o crazy-sauce humans bench right now.
We aren't? Dammit, we need to remedy that. Quick, let's run away and join the circus. It can't be any more stressful than what we've been going through.
I don't remember life before DEFCON 1 anymore.
Oh honey. I know exactly what you mean. gives you soothing hairpats and a stiff drink
I went and had the ingrown part of my toenail removed this afternoon, and now the numbing drugs are wearing off.
I miss them.