She deserves her own post.

Winner of the 91st running of the Indianapolis 500. Technically it didn’t go the entire 500 miles due to the rain. But no point arguing, a win is a win. Equally worthy of celebration is the exuberant Ashly Judd, who is married to Franchitti. Drenched by the rain in her summer dress, a perfect ending to the Indy 500.

C. S. Lewis once said, “Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original. Whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.”

I’m not sure how that relates but as noted in the sub-header, the previous post was written by the new guest editor (name subject to change). You can be sure that whatever he posts, it will be the truth. At least from his vantage point. If you don’t like it, leave him a comment and let him know. Although, let me save you the trouble and just tell you that you’re wrong.

For ease of sorting, you can view all his posts by clicking on the aptly named category.

As some of you may know the Miss Universe pageant was held yesterday, and I watched it.* The highlights weren’t much, but I guess you can’t expect them to fight like on the Flavor Flav show. Miss USA made it to the final five showing herself off in this stunning backless number.

Oops, Oh well fifth place is not bad

This being my first post, there is no creativity flowing through my fingers so I’ll just end with some pics. First we must say goodbye to last years winner, Zuleyka Rivera:

- by Duncan Birmingham

When I call Anna for our blind date, she’s blunt about not wanting to do anything ordinary.

“You’re not going to ask me out for a drink, are you?”

“God, no.” I scoff.

Of course I was. Several, in fact.

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So this is sort of an urban legend. There exists many versions of this story with different names and such, but they’re generally the same.

It’s got the stiffness of a sports suspension for handling, but also the smoothness that not even the softest of suspensions can provide. Oh yeah, it can also jump. Basically, sensors track the road level, speed and turning angle. Then based on the gathered information, electric motors actively extend and retract the wheels.

Last night was UFC fight night. As with every fight night, we ventured to the Tlted Kilt. The place was more crowded than usual because the Spurs game had been on for about an hour and there were already people at the pub for that, also the Lidell vs. Jackson UFC main event was a particularly big one. We weren’t even able to get seats at the bar and ended up having to stand by the end of the bar. It turned out to be a very advantageous position since it was directly in front of a TV and it’s where all the waitresses wait to pick up drinks for their tables. It was fun to chat and joke with them about how some of the other customers were assholes. The night certainly went a long way in our efforts to becoming regulars.

It was about midnight and we headed back. I got a TxTag so I pulled onto the toll way where the speed limit is 70 mph. I was going about 75 when I passed a cop and saw him turn on his light in my rear view mirror. When I changed to the right hand lane and he followed suit I knew he was after me. I pulled over and he asked me to step out without even approaching the car. I knew for a fact that I was not speeding excessively nor was I swerving around (I take extra note of my speed and line in conditions like this). So he didn’t really have anything on me regarding my driving. It was Saturday night and he was out trying to catch some drunk drivers. Here’s what happened.

Maybe you’ve seen Claude Lelouch’s short film, “C’était un rendez-vous“.

Well, I was going to open up Google Earth and try to map out the route he took. Of course someone else has already done that, and did a much better job than I would have. I would pretty much follow his instructions except switch to satellite view first. It’s much cooler to see the buildings he’s driving by from above.