Auto Shows, Martin Scorsese Eyebrows, & Defenestration

Defenestration is a term that I wasn’t familiar with until recently when I saw it used in a few different spots. It means the act of being thrown out of a window; yes, they have a term for that! If only the Toadies would all suffer the act of defenestration… oh wait, did I say that with my outside voice? There are actually a few people I’ll mention in this blog who I got aggravated with and wish I could use defenestration on.

Alright, so here’s a recap of what I’ve done since Monday the 21st. That Monday was dull. Tuesday, the only highlight was me spending some time looking around at a few stores for a new printer, as one is needed. The one in use now has been used since ’05 and now it doesn’t run all that well. The plan was to get one on Black Friday as hey, what better time to buy one? And no, I will not be one of those assclowns who waits in line for hours to get into the store the minute it opens. That’s just cretin-like in behavior. I mean, on the news I saw some local people line up a few DAYS beforehand to wait to get into a local Best Buy! What a wonderful way to spend Thanksgiving. Wednesday, I had the evening free so I went to the Florida Mall to look around there. Then, Thanksgiving itself I stayed at home, had the typical delicious meal in the early afternoon, then was lazy the rest of the day.

That was a quick wrap-up of Monday through Thursday. I did more on Friday and then on Sunday. Friday, it was what I’ve done for years now, which is to attend the Central Florida Auto Show the day after Thanksgiving. I think my first year there was ’05 and I’ve gone to it each year since then. It used to be a good amount bigger than it is now. Back then you had most of the major manufacturers there. When the worldwide recession hit, automakers like Audi, Volkswagen, Mercedes, and BMW decided to skip it, and plus the likes of Pontiac, Hummer, and Mercury has bitten the dust recently. Still, it’s nice to look around at many different models… and the cars are nice too! Sorry, but the ladies who they have around to talk about a particular brand are usually pretty easy on the eyes. The 2012 cars they had there were nice to look at and I was able to sit in some of them. I enjoyed examining the likes of the Nissan Leaf (fully electric) and the Chevy Volt (both electric and gas engine, as those TV ads helpfully explain; when the electricity runs out, the gas motor kicks in), along with cars that were either redesigned or making its debut as a ’12 vehicle.

The vehicle that amused me the most was the Scion IQ. It’s a vehicle being brought to the U.S. after being elsewhere around the world. It’s comparable in size to the Smart car, so yes it’s tiny. I actually got in one. I was able to fit alright, the roof just above my head, but the wheel was positioned so low it was like I was about to drive a go-kart! It has 4 seats… technically. Soon before I got in it I saw a girl who looked to be around 6 or 7 years old who was in the back and was complaining she was cramped; need I say more? Then, behind the back seat there is literally no room between that and the hatchback door aside from a miniscule gap that is like less than an inch wide. It just looks so goofy. At least the Smart has a small space for stuff behind the back seat… I know that personally as someone I am friends with on Facebook (and also know in person) drives one.

Anyhow, it was still a fun time there. The drive there and back was the usual aggravation, sad to say. Oh wait I almost forgot, on the way to the auto show I stopped at the Staples in town in order to pick up a new printer, to replace one in use since ’05; not too surprisingly, it was running poorly by this point. I managed to get the cheapest printer there, which was still an All-In-One deal and as it had everything I needed, I got it. Thank you, 50 buck printer! Sure, if it breaks down earlier than expected I’ll be pretty peeved and regretting my purchasing decision; until then, I’ll be happy with my wise spending.

Saturday I laid low and stayed at home, so I’ll get to what I did yesterday… what a less than great day it was. The drive to Friendly Confines and back was more aggravating than usual. Besides the idiocy that I usually see on the highway, I saw something different when I was on Highway 436; the speed limit on the section of the highway I was on was 50 MPH. A car was about to pass me going like a bat out of hell; I mean, he had to be going at least 70! As it wasn’t like the road was deserted and the guy was driving recklessly, I stuck my hand out the window and gave the car my opinion of their driving as they flashed by. It was deserved, I say!

Then, there was the game itself. As I mentioned the last time, the usual Bears QB got injured and likely won’t be back the rest of this season. So the backup-Caleb Hanie-was in there and well, there’s a reason why he’s the backup rather than the starter. He usually was pretty terrible, unfortunately. Yet he had some flashes of brilliance, and did a lot of running around on his feet. It was like looking at another version of Tim Tebow! The defense had to work like dogs but they still did so well that by the end of the game the Bears somehow had a chance to win it. The referee, though, made a penalty call against Chicago that was so wrong, so screwed up… he was the Jared David St. Laurent of referees! You know, THE most incompetent and awful in a given field who somehow still gets every opportunity to screw up. While it was unlikely for the Bears to get the win, they still had a shot and it was unfairly taken away from them.

This happened after I spent a few hours at FC dealing with idiots. No, not the employees who work there; they are awesome, for the most part. Rather, it was my fellow customers. For example, part of my time there, I had to sit by some old asshole. He chose that spot to sit by, so once again my theory of how I attract the worst people is proven true. Besides him having been there at least once before he was so confused by their menu that he had to have it explained to him multiple times by the bartender (trust me, it’s not that hard… and that is what she said), he randomly cursed at a play during another game and dropped The MF Bomb… when children were nearby. What an ogre; what a day. At least while I was there I saw another old guy who was fine, and also had what I call Martin Scorsese eyebrows. You know, ones that are out of control.

My next blog will actually be up Tuesday December 6, as I MAY be doing something on the 5th. It’s not set in stone yet but I’ll leave that window open in case it is something I do… yeah, the pun was intended.