Instapundit is watching Firefly. Sorry Glenn, no second season exists. Maybe, if we’re lucky, we’ll get another movie.

It arrived this afternoon, but I was at my folks’ until just a short while ago, so I didn’t get it until then. It contained three DVD discs burned with the first ten episodes of Battlestar Galactica’s second season.

Exzellent.

Next week won’t be so focused on “OMG I fuxkor3d my c4r a11 ^!”

… with a capital “p” …

(for purrrrr)

So I talked the older of the Barts today, and he told me an independent appraiser came out to look at the vehicle. In a nutshell, they’re just waiting for approval from the insurance company to start the work. The estimate was lowered a bit — into the mid four-thousand range –, but I’m looking at an entirely new front end as well as a brand new radiator and air conditioning system. Also included, a professional detailing exterior and interior of the vehicle.

Bart Sr. was worried — someone was in their lot last night stealing license plates, and he noticed my 8-ball shifter knob wasn’t in my vehicle. As I explained to him, Thursday night I emptied my car of valuables — CDs, boxes of pens, clothing — and I took the shift knob with me.

I had that shift knob in my Jeep. And I’ll have it in my next car, as well.

Sunday night, I wanted to post about the very vivid image I had of the reanimated, decomposing corpse of Johnny Cash, dressed entirely in black, strolling through the center of Phoenix, Maryland, singing to himself, “I fell in to a burning ring of fire — I went down,down,down — and the flames went higher.”

But I couldn’t remember when I had this image in my head, except that I’d been thinking of a funny blog post to write tying in something I hear on the radio with the image of Johnny Cash’s reanimated decomposing corpse.

Then I remebered: CBS (ABC?) did a “Texas Walker Ranger” reunion movie that aired Sunday night. The radio spots used to promote the movie billed it as “The return of the man in black.”

Shiiiit. Chuck Norris ain’t no man in black, he don’t equal that shit. And if he tried, I bet Johnny Cash’s reanimated, decomposing corpse would kick his ass.