Now Listen Here


I've been busy okay?

Give me a break... DAD!

I've been dealing with all this car accident nonsense.

MAP: Red "X" = the scene, Green "O" = my condo, Blue "O" = gas station.


See? I TOTALLY would have made it to the gas station if I hadn't had to pull over and stop!

At the very least, if I was slowing down faster than I thought, I could have made it to the condo lot and walked to the gas station. And then I wouldn't have to go through all this hassle.

-- Today I had to go to the Bridgeton Police Department to pick up a copy of the police report, which had all the information on the other guy so I could fax it to my insurance company (they said it can take weeks for them to get it if they have to request it themselves).

--I had to call the body shop to see if they've finally assessed all the damage to my car (Totaled? Not totaled? The world may never know. It's like a damned Tootsie-Pop.), only to be put off again--"I want to have my body expert really take a good close look at it." But the guy told me they should absolutely know by noon tomorrow and will give me a call.

--Had to spend 30 minutes on the phone with the other guy's insurance company, because he never bothered to call his insurance company so I had to set up the claim with them.

--At least I finally had the claim number info to give to Enterprise, so they'll stop calling me. They don't seem to realize that I want them to know who to charge for the car (who isn't me) even MORE than they do. It doesn't matter how many times you tell them you will call the MINUTE you have a claim number, you still keep getting calls. They've got my credit card, it's not like they have to worry that I'm going to flake on them.

The police report more or less says that it was his fault. He said he was messing with his radio and when he looked up, there I was--and then he skidded in the rain.

I saw an ad for Meet the Robinsons. It's the new Disney computer-animated movie. And I guess it's also the last. John Lasseter came in and laid it down: Disney=2D, Pixar=3D. Deal With It. It looks really cute, though.

Be sure you watch the trailer all the way to the end, the bit with the dinosaur cracked me up.

I have to admit that the following scene won me over (that's Space Mountain):



Jen & Bob got a Wii! It's so cool, it's Wii-tarded. You get to make your own little person, called a Mii. Then your little person can play the games. We played tennis & bowled. I went from a 113 to a 171 at bowling! I even got a turkey two times! And I won the bajillion pin challenge. By a lot.

You know what else is awesome? Playing Dr. Mario on a giant flat screen TV. I'm pretty good at Dr. Mario, but Jen & Bob are FANTASTIC. Jen's just really good at it--Bob is EVIL at it. Nothing fills him with more evil glee than creating chains so he can drop loose pills on his opponent.

I get to play at a lower level against Jen & Bob, but if I beat them, I have to move up a level. I'm getting better though. But after a while I start to get brain dead.

KIM: Do you watch Aqua Teen Hunger Force?

BOB: Yeah.

KIM: Have you seen the one where they have to stop the giant balloon animal out over the ocean?

BOB: Yes.

KIM: And they roll Meatwad in bits of glass so he can float out and pop it?

BOB: Right.

KIM: But they have to take his brain out to make him buoyant enough?

BOB: Uh-huh.

KIM: But they have to bring him back in because he just keeps floating out there saying, "Do what now?"

BOB: Yes.

KIM: That's how I feel right now.

BOB: I don't want to jinx it, but this game is really close. You could win.

And I DID. So now I have to move up a level against Jen. But I get to move down a level against Bob, because he is still soundly kicking my ass.

"Hell, yeah! Who's got a cop car? Who's got a cop car, biatch?!" --Earl, "My Name is Earl"