I Love You, Let's Light Ourselves On Fire

My little sister did this on her blog. I couldn't resist trying it out with The Mountain Goats.

1. Choose a band / artist and answer ONLY in titles of their songs:
The Mountain Goats

2. Are you male or female:
Golden Boy

3. Describe yourself:
I Think I'll Just Stay Here and Drink

4. How do some people feel about you:
I Will Grab You By the Ears

5. How do you feel about yourself:
The Irony Engine

6. describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend:
Bad Priestess

7 Current boyfriend/girlfriend/crush:
Going to Reykjavik

8. Describe where you want to be:
Flight 717: Going to Denmark

9. Describe where you live:
Warm Lonely Planet

10. Describe who you love:
I Love You, Let's Light Ourselves On Fire

11. What would you ask for if you had just one wish:
Love Love Love OR Cobra Tattoo

12. Now say goodbye:
No, I Can't.

Wax on, wax off

Today I washed and waxed my car. This is not terribly exciting. Not even when you consider that i believe it to be just the second time I've washed my car and the first time I've waxed it in the some 5 plus years I've had it. (I think bethy may have washed it when she was using it regularly a few years ago, but she is a Howard, and you just know how we are.) When you use a car as infrequently as I do, and have no easy access to a garage or, most importantly, a hose, well, washing it is not something you consider so often. I've pondered taking it to the ol' drivethrough carwash several times in the last month, though -- until my mom sent me an e-mail forward about ripoffs -- or rather things people spend money on that they oughtn't that add up (one and two on this list: cigarettes and booze, natch).

So anyway, I was up in Bethlehem visiting Amy and took the opportunity while crashing at the mom's place to wash the dear, neglected Green Hornet. And after washing it, I was all like, hmm, i ought to wax it, imagining fondly the emeraldy glow that would radiate from my little VW. Well, I guess this should be a lesson that, um, you shouldn't go several years between car washings. (And a lesson that I can't wax my car without spending the rest of the day thinking about the Karate Kid.)Rather than produce the aforementioned glow and turning my buggy into the visage of, oh, say, The Emerald City's finest delivery vehicle, the wax served to accentuate every scratch, nick and ding with a glaring chalky residue -- kind of like outlining the dead -- that was impossible (alright, very difficult) to remove with what I'll deem "normal buffing effort." It is my hope that the next rain rinses the crevice-clinging wax (and, of course, bead magnificently on the rest of the finish).

So yes. I've just washed my car, and I'm hoping it'll rain.

In other car related news, i've caved and started putting bumper stickers on my rear bumper (to compliment the white, clear-backed Phillies decal on the hatch). Now my Golf will be an advert for: Ted Leo /Pharmacists, The Thermals, The Postal Service (the band) and the City Paper, all causes we can agree, I think, that one should support.) Oh, and going a bit nuts, i also applied two of the homestar runner static stickers bethy got me for Xmar a year or so back, Trogdor the Burninator on the right rear side window, and on the left rear side window, of course, The Cheat.

Also, each and every time I typed the word "car" in this post, I first typed the word "care." anyone else have this typing affliction?