Random thought for the day. . .

I drive a 12-year old Buick Century, a car that leads to certain expectations— most of which involve liver spots and driving 15 mph down the freeway with the left blinker on. Since I'm a chubby bearded guy with a ponytail, my car's sort of incongruous. (Though cheap as dirt to maintain.)

This is how incongruous. If a cop pulled me over on the way home today and made me pop the trunk, they would have discovered the following items (in no particular order.)

• a 50 pound bag of senior horse feed.
• 5 40pound bags of pelleted wood shavings.
• a couple of books on SQL 2000 implementation.
• three or four back issues of Fantasy & Science Fiction.
• a two ton floor jack.
• a box of polyhedral dice in a repurposed case from a Vic-20 game cartridge.
• a rulebook for the Serenity role-playing game