Say you're planning on watching the Oscars, but because you have Tivo, you just set it to record. I mean, how really wants to sit through all those commercials?
So, you set it to record. But you don't think, hmmm, they might run over the designated time slot, let me record the next show just in case. Because it is supremely annoying when you miss the last 2 minutes of a show; since that scenario has happened before, you should be able to foresee and avoid this particular quandary.
But, you don't. And you miss the awards for Best Actress, Best Actor, and Best Picture.
Technology has made you complacent, and you pay the price.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Friday afternoon will always be remembered as the best afternoon in the history of mankind. There is no disputing this fact; it shall forevermore be known has Most Explosively Joyful Day EVER.
Mom and I were driving around (for once she was doing the driving, whilst I wiled away the time car spotting), and she mentioned something about "the little white car behind us". Nodding absently - little white car was probably a Toyota Camry -, I continued my search for something pretty and fast. Then she pointed at the "little white car".
Ladies and gentlemen, it wasn't just any white car. It wasn't a Toyota. Nor a Ford. Lexus, Volkswagen, Nissan, Dodge, BMW or Porsche couldn't claim it. Not a Lamborghini or Ferrari.
It was an Audi. MY Audi. The R8, in all its glory.
Alas, it was turning right into a shopping center, while we turned left into a grocery store.
At this point I should mention you don't see many R8s. A Ferrari, while still rare, is much more frequently spotted. Even Lamborghinis are more common. If you do see an R8, it's probably on the showroom floor. I have only ever seen 2 - once driving home in the rain, and another time I spotted it at a light.
Which is why I convinced Mom, after we finished grocery shopping, to see if we could find it in the parking lot of the shops. We did. I had endure some hard core teasing, but it was sooooo worth it. Ibis White, with Oxygen Silver side panels. I even took a picture of the engine, a 4.2 liter V-8. It does NOT get better.
So, imagine my delight the next day when I'm sitting at your average traffic light, and what do I see?! That's right folks - my R8. Just about peed myself, I was that excited.
Words fail to describe the experience, but rest assured it was euphoric.