Vehicles and the stupid people who drive them

I've been away from TCS for a while, so I thought today would be a good time to post some pics and talk about what I've been doing. Mostly I've been searching high and low for vehicles with stupid things written on their back windows. Here's some of the best of what I've found:



This gem was stopped in front of me at a red light over the weekend when I went back to Fort Mac to see my fam. Just in case you can't make out what it says: "Single? Looking? www.minerlove.com"
Miner, not minor, as some pervs are probably disappointed when they get to the site. It's just a localized version of lavalife. There are disappointments for straight (and probably even moreso for gay) males at the site, as there are less than ten ladies registered, half of which don't have pictures. There are hundreds of men on the site. It's like sitting in front of your computer and going to Cowboys at the same time. What an age we live in.


Hey, look at this stupid truck. He was too big to get on to the High Level bridge, so I took a picture to commemorate the driver's stupidity. I walked by him with my phone held up to take a pic and he muttered something at me. I would have taken his picture but I feared that would be his breaking point. Do truck drivers get fired for messing up like this?


Taken while this chick was hunting for a bargain at Best Buy. I wanted to wait for her to come outside so I could see what kind of person drives around with something like this in their back window, but she didn't show and it was hot out. I was also curious as to what she meant by hunting. Was it in the dating sense, or was she out looking for a nice 18-point buck? I'll never know, and I think that's the real tragedy here.

Sadness

(I'm pretty sure Covered in Oil used this picture before. But I'm too lazy to advance beyond the first page of google image search for another image.)





I mean, I didn't even expect the Oilers to beat the cephalopod-loving Red Wings in game 6--which led to the inappropriate touching of an overexcited oilfan impressed by a Nazi-themed pickup line. And I certainly didn't expect them to advance past San Jose when they blew two games. But then they started winning! And I was excited! I even lowered myself to use Google China to look up game pictures when I was in Shanghai. I'd watch the evening news on this channel that I don't normally watch because that's the only way to get a 15 second blurb on the results. I'd go to the library and hover creepily over some guy just so he would leave and I can swoop in and use the internet. I even entertained the believe that they can win without Roloson. I even made long distance calls to Dave every hour or so during game 7 to check the score.

I WAS HOOKED!

And I wasn't the only one. Hell, even the snarky ladies from go fug yourself were hooked on the Oilers.

But then they lost and I too, was lost in a sad haze. I even had this freaky nightmare where a giant cockroach devoured the entire crew of Oilers and then Rod Brind'Amore started making out with the cup ... even though the last part was just a recollection of an image that I saw during the evening news.

Oh well, I think I'm better now. At least I can finally get with the rest of this city and focus my attention on the World Cup ... because, you know, I can only handle one semi-underdog team at a time. Czech Republic, you better beat Italy on Thursday and advance beyond the first round.

Good news/bad news kinda day

The bad news: a cockroach had finally breached our defense and entered our home! It was a tad surprising as we have been leaving cockroach baits (poisonous of course) in strategic areas and dad had installed some sort of electronic supersonic insect repellent and we're not allowed to open any door or window for over 5 seconds. So how in the hell did this cockroach enter our hermetically sealed flat is still a mystery.

Regardless, my mom saw it, right next to the bathroom sink, strolling leisurely through her cosmetics. My first response (I was in the living room at the time and dad was asleep) was to freak out for a bit, then took out the insect spray. But combine the fact that my mom won't let me spray insecticide all over her cosmetics and I didn't dare to approach the bathroom, choosing to jump hysterically outside the bathroom and threaten to spray anything that comes out, meant my mom had to deal with it herself. I didn't care to know the details. But in the end, it was on the floor and my mom stepped on it and then threw it into the toilet. Mom said it was still struggling when it was half submerged in water.

No pictures or videos because I was too grossed out to even use that bathroom.

The (super) good news: Sweet Moses on a three-legged donkey wearing sequined hot pants, I just bought the prettiest pair of shoes. Feast you eyes upon its ultimate cuteness!



There's a lion! And a giraffe! AND BLUE CLOUDS! AND! SILVER! BEADS!

Wodka?!

I came upon this strange alcoholic concoction when I went grocery shopping (the same place with the continuously looped Japanese Stephen Cojocaru ad). Now, I was in too much of a hurry to do anything except snapping a picture with my cellphone. So I have no idea if this supposedly strawberry flavoured alcoholic beverage resembles anything like a beverage in term of consistency. Is it clear? Is it more like a gel or does it have more of an opaque, toothpaste-esque appearance? I don't know. But I'm curious to find out.

Maybe I'll get it the next time I'm there. Anybody else interested? Should I bring this "patent pending" "wodka" product home so we can collectively sample it?

Eagle-eyed readers may care to know that the beverage to the left is indeed the colourful half alcohol-half cream shots that never cease to bring up Pavlovian memories of Gateway retreat and parties.