But I’d be more in awe to see a live-action take on the opening of Futurama. (And I feel the compulsive need to point out that this was clearly filmed somewhere in the UK, and if there’s one thing I know, it’s that the Simpsons is set in Springfield, USA, not Springfield, UK.)

I don’t know shit about cars, but I love NPR’s Cartalk, and sometimes I even like their “puzzlers” (especially the ones having absolutely jack-shit to do with cars). I’ve given a lot of thought to yesterday’s puzzler, and here’s what I’ve come up with:

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Driving from the Franchise to the Indy on Saturday afternoon, I was behind an old lady in a Toyota. I witnessed her swerve into oncoming traffic to avoid hitting an equally old lady walking her dog through the NCR trail crossing on Paper Mill Road. I witnessed the walking old lady — for whom everyone else stopped, including oncoming traffic, thankfully, otherwise driving old lady woulda hit him — turn her back towards me, and aim a middle finger (and I imagine a hearty “fuck you”) towards her fellow geriatric.

It warms my heart to see people who aren’t me take personal insult at the reckless driving of others.

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I knew I shouldn’t have procrastinated getting my load of laundry into the laundry room yesterday after I got home: both washers were open, but I took my time. I went to the bathroom. I changed the cat litter. I watched several episodes of Scrubs since Zenchick was finally good enough to return the fourth season box set* that I lent her (by which I mean “ordered from Amazon and had shipped direct to her apartment since I knew she wanted to see it and I probably wasn’t going to have time to watch it during the fall semester”)

But I did procrastinate, and when I took my large, overflowing laundry basket into the laundry room, one of the washers was already in use. No big, as no one was yet using the dryers (Sunday night is a big laundry night in the building, they’re all almost always in use); no big, that is, until half an hour later, when I stepped out of my apartment to throw my stuff into the dryer.

See, someone had jammed the coin-load slot on the unused dryer. Of course, I’d already loaded all of my stuff into it by the time I figured this out, and one of my neighbors from the eight upstairs apartments was loading his stuff into the washer I’d just vacated, and I don’t know what he thought when I went to my apartment and came out with a screwdriver, alas, I was unable to free what looked like a dollar coin someone had stuck into the right-most quarter slot. I don’t know how they’d managed to even get it into the mechanism, but it sure as fuck wasn’t coming out, and I camped the laundry room until the other dryer was emptied, loaded my stuff up, and set it to work. I scrawled on the broken machine in purple marker: “BROKEN!”** and considered calling the service number on the dryer, but decided that since my stuff was drying, why bother?

For a good chunk of the night, load noises associated with someone trying to unfuck the dryer wafted into my living room. I wasn’t complaining: by this point, my clothes were nicely folded, and besides - I prefer the noise of a dryer being racked back and forth to that fucking dog across the hall (I phoned in my second complaint on Friday, and haven’t heard barking since).

*She’s still got season 1, 2, and 3. I should charge fees.

**Would’ve been nice if the person who’d broken it could’ve written a note, but I guess I’m the only semi-considerate person in the fucking building.

Awful. At the very least, mediocre and I felt I could’ve napped through it. I find myself missing the first 23 episodes of the show, clearly the show’s best.

Look, I’m in a rush here - going to work a nine hour shift in about forty minutes, preparing myself for the first day of class tomorrow, all this good stuff, so I’m just going to bullet this real quick:

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As Star Wars opens, R2 is rushing the Death Star plans to the Rebellion. R2, not Leia. The plans are always in R2. What Leia puts into him in the early scene is only her own holographic message to Kenobi. Leia’s own mission, as she says in the holographic message, is to pick up Obi-Wan and take him to Alderaan - or so she thinks. Actually, her father just wants her to meet Kenobi, which up to this point she never has. There’s a reason for that.

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