Saturday Night At Club Villain

The latest news-the old Chevy finally gave up the ghost, plunging me headlong into the world of car finance. Personally, I'd rather be deeply enmeshed in the world of my own imagination, things are more interesting there. So under ideal circumstances, I'll get financed for an '07 Caliber, which is pretty nice. Failing that, well, I'll think of something. Life usually provides a way, even if it's not quite the way you want. But at any rate, things move onwards. I still need to tow the %^^*&*ing Chevy, more than likely by the people I'm going to sell it to for parts.

But I have a good feeling about a car I was checking out today- an 07 Dodge Caliber, looks a little like Tim Burton designed a station wagon. It's in good shape and gets good gas mileage, and it's this bizarre burnt orange color. Though none of this is really a reason to buy a car- well, the good gas mileage and reliability are.
The real bitch is getting the thing financed. Unlike most people, I don't walk around with 13 large in my back pocket, so that means financing, and hunting around for either a place to finance me or a decent interest rate, whichever is more likely. I'm looking into options now- the problem is, being a military town, many sharks are in the water, especially where new soldiers are concerned. Well, keep three eyes open and watch where you step is the best answer to that.

Apart from that, today is laundry and clean the room day, which isn't a big chore. Well, actually laundry is, but that's ok. I think the main problem is running out of space to actually put stuff in. Books, unfortunately, tend to take up a lot of space. But in order to get started on this massive project, I need some coffee! Also being a military town, we have two other things in abundance apart from loan sharks- coffee and beer. Usage depends on the time of day- me personally, I'm not much for drinking. There are of course, lots of bars, though not many here in town. You have to go somewhere else to chase skirts, apparently. Well, if that's your thing, good luck and go for it.

In other news, I've been watching the TV show Dexter lately. The title character is a serial killer vigilante kind of guy, who apparently solves cases before the police do, and gets vengeance on other serial killers. This dates back to his adoptive father, who was a police detective, and advises his sociopathic young son that if you've got to kill someone, why not have it be someone who deserves it? There are ways not to get caught. Is that what they call making the best of a bad situation? But Dexter is actually somewhat likeable, apart from being completely devoid of emotions- a common trait of sociopathic personalities. He's also employed as a forensics technician by the Miami police department. Go figure. But all in all, a lot violent but an interesting premise, with the occasional off-color joke thrown in. Some alluded-to-but-never-stated event happened way back in Dexter's past, that we don't know about, yet made him into a monster. Dexter himself remembers nothing prior to his adoptive parents, and they aren't talking- well, actually they've already died in the context of the show, but aren't talking in flashbacks.

So anyway, it's off to another day filled with adventure and excitement in the rich tapestry that is my life. Or I'll just go put the coffee on.