Whoa. I had a dream last night that JP Morgan bought Bear Stearns for $2 a share and UGA won the SEC basketball tournament. How weird would that be?

I have 4 or 5 long blog entries I’ve started but can’t seem to finish. Seems to be a recurring theme for me.

In Miami last week, I rented a deep blue Volkswagen Rabbit 2.5 because, during the rental process, it was the first car I came upon. After a cursory pan of the lot yielded nothing but off-white Saturns, PT Cruisers, and Pontiacs, Little Bunny Foo Foo it was. A statement for the record: To date, the VW Rabbit 2.5 is officially the best car I’ve rented. It has a solid, inoffensive interior with a peppering of slightly exotic aesthetic pleasantries. It’s much more powerful than it looks, and the handling was very tight. It’s small enough to park almost anywhere but it has four doors and transported 4 adult males comfortably to and from dinner. I don’t think I’d want to own another VW any time soon because A) repairs are needlessly complicated and expensive, and B) they’re simultaneously pretentious and uninspiring. Also, I discovered they inadvertently turn even rental drivers into someone straight out of a Volkswagen commercial. Case in point: There is no obvious button or latch with which to open the hatchback. I only discovered how to open it accidentally. When a business partner couldn’t figure it out, I casually showed him. Problem was, it involves pushing in the top of the rear logo badge which causes the bottom to stick out and serve as a handle which lifts the door, a process impossible to accomplish non-smugly. My business partner looked at me as if to say, “Well isn’t that fucking fancy?” I looked back at the Rabbit and narrowed my eyes. Other than that it was super.

I have a couple bags of nuts I keep at my desk to snack on a couple hours before lunch and/or a couple hours after lunch. One is a bag of almonds, the other a bag of pistachios. For some reason, the pistachios are unsalted and, therefore, completely unappetizing. I have to force myself to eat them. To make matters worse, every so often I’ll get a pistachio that tastes rotten. It’s like I’m doing the pistachios a favor by trying to keep them on par with the almonds and they repay me by poking me in the eye. Yet I can’t bring myself to just throw them away. I think I’m going insane.

Apparently, it got a little windy in downtown Atlanta over the weekend. We saw a lot of lightning out in the burbs and then it rained mooses and buffaloes for a couple hours, but that was it. The new gutters we had installed a couple weeks ago seem to be working great with a few glaring exceptions. There is one part of the old gutter design that grossly violates rule #2, but it worked well. The crew who installed the new gutters changed the design to be simpler, but the new design doesn’t work (read: it sprays rain water all over Cobb County). I haven’t decided whether they adhered to rule #2 by taking a complicated design and making it simpler or if they violated rule #2 by tampering with a design that had been working properly. Regardless, I’m requesting that they come fix it. Should be a good time.