Well, finally the second-to-worst day of my life is over. I had an accident yesterday with a fucking SUV. Never hated the fuckers so much as I do now.

I made the stop sign, an SUV signals me to cross; I cross the first lane and start to inch inside the second lane so somebody takes pity on me and lets me cross the whole damn road because I can't see anything around SUV #1. If they don't want to let me pass they could still swerve a little and avoid me, but no. The second idiot is so high up in her vehicle and unaware of a world around her and slams full force into the left front corner of my car. One microsecond later she would have hit the tire and the axle, totalling the car. Five microseconds later she would have hit the passenger door and killed me.

Results: my little Tercel boy lost an eye and all its front teeth. Can't open the passenger door or the hood which is warped horribly but still latched. The left turn signal is now out of whack and sounds frantic. The alarm doesn't activate. It still runs though. The fucking Nativa, I am glad to report broke some iron thingie inside and fell to its knees immediately. (Probably could have hurt me and the car more if that demon hadn't been stopped short in its tracks.) Three hours later my car bravely ignored the pain and travelled to San Juan and back for the Toto concert. SUV's suck, Toyota Tercels absolutely fucking ROCK... (G: I know how you feel about Toyotas, but I am telling you this one is very special, it is one of a kind. I agree: a total shit in the maneuver department but it takes the punches like a man).

Oh, yeah, Toto concert. I went. They played. I kissed Steve Lukather in the cheek. So it was good, considering everything else.

I went through one of those new Auto Express tolls I don't know shit about without paying. That means I have a $100 fine to pay when I renew the car license. Oh, well, today I am staying inside the house. I will probably crack my head while taking a shower....

Can't decide if this Church is for real. Seems cooler than most...

The last thing on my mind was that after five years my car battery would finally run down. Obviously this must happen when I am cash strapped...Maybe I should be thankful that it happened a Sunday in front of my house when I tried a one minute drive. It could have been in San Juan after a concert at 3 in the morning with no cash and no known ATM...

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This is your plane on drugs:

The flight I always take to San Juan almost killed its passengers, joy, joy... So L, you sure there are no cheap cruises to Tampa??

Nostalgia weekend is not over yet, have spent the whole morning playing with Songs from the Street especially Disc 2, Tracks 1 and 16. The first one is the best count from 1 to 12, even better than the Count's. I only wish I could see the pinball machine animation and have the complete song.

Another one I found that actually made me cry was Big Blue Marble. It is sappy to the uninitiated but this song is a staple from a time in my life when everything was still good and my mother was not wrong in the head.

Last night was the Firehouse/REO Speedwagon/Journey concert. One has to be careful what one wishes for. I wished I didn't have to listen to Firehouse's whole set. Well, I didn't because I left the car keys in a Plaza Las Americas bathroom. REO isn't one of my favorites, they were OK. I fell asleep once during the Journey set. (They were actually good with their hits but the rest sounded samey and filler, so it lulled me to sleep). I went with Guitar Geek and I was *this close* to killing him if he tapped my shoulder one more time to explain to me that NOW came such an awesome solo I musn't miss. Like I was going anywhere...

Going to spend the day searching for more links that drive me to depression...

"Our differences, our problems from out there there’s not much trace
Our friendships they can place while looking at the face of the Big Blue Marble in space"

I consider myself a fairly open minded person, careful to not judge people by their choice of cover and above all cut slack to moments of idiocy that permeate the social collective. However, I have found my pet peeve, the enemy, the 'doesn't matter if they look like good people, they are not, they are evil and must be exterminated'. They are Hyundai owners:

My first crash was a Hyundai Excel Hatchback. The back stopped hatching when I rear ended it. The guy jumped repeatedly in rage in the middle of Highway 2, screamed at me and I was sure he was going to strangle me... Two weeks later I repeated the maneuver with a Toyota Corolla, not even a smudge of paint out of place. Since then I have front ended a McDonald trash can, another Toyota taxi, and a gasoline pump cement protector. I have also rear ended a Jeep Cherokee and a palm tree. None of them have had to go to the cops to settle anything (the palm tree was touch and go, but seemed OK and hasn't contacted me since) Well, yesterday I miscalculated the true width of my car and the dust layer of my Tercel rubbed against the dust layer of Miss Hyundai cop in front of me. (In reality, my right mirror left a rubber streak a foot long. No dent, scrape or anything. Nothing rubber compound won't fix.) She makes me go to the police HQ, waste 45 minutes in line to fill out an incident report and now we have an appointment with insurance companies. Probably they will deny her the $10 for the car wash. Serves her well... idiot...

Before you all criticize my driving skills, my car DID fit. It was the mirror clearance I failed to take into consideration....

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Google's gmail is not convincing me. E-mails I send go straight to the spam folder and I have yet to receive an email I have sent myself. Oh, well...

It seems my body thrives on stress. Been having deadline related nightmares, waking up in a tense state for imaginary problems. Apparently physically missing CopyMax, because I don't have looming deadlines now. My news are already worked out 3 full days before the deadline and the writing is not extensive. I also have permission to use Internet information as filler so what the hell is my problem? I mean, last night I dreamt that I had to turn in a ceramic sculpture for my statistics class. WTF? I am dragging my stresses through time from my first bachelor's degree ten years ago. Such fun...

Internet communities are funny things to watch, of course. The meanest and lowest common denominator one is Pulsorock. This is what happens when the Internet goes Puertorican. Not for weak stomachs and fragile egos...