I miss my 1990 Dodge Dakota so much. It was a hand me down from my dad who said “Finish it off!” The computer went out and it was too expensive to fix. It had a 7’ bed so you could carry everything in it. I love old trucks!
[....] YES! (I don't know about censorship of the peanut gallery.)
I will submit that many trucks of this century are so thoroughly mad as to be murderous, so there's probably a taxonomy to be made with respect to truck mania, but I see your point. No lie, I once saw a truck with the license plate "MEATIER," so "METEOR" is doing a lot for me in my blossoming classification schema.
(Aside: My favorite license plate memory to date is that of a shiny Tesla parked at the Fitchburg HyVee, branded DISRUPT, owned by fit cool dude who did not return his cart. Move fast and break things, am I right?!)
Some other stuff:
Thank you for writing this.
I never used to think I was mad, but now I do. Maybe what the (self-styled) empowered call madness, the (self-styled) disempowered call liberty.
"If there were such a school, it would be a School of Madness and I would love it so much." Here, here!
so did you meet the tattooed dumpster magnate or what
What an utter joy in my morning mailbox. The only thing that is greater madness than filmmaking is writing newsletters. Which is exactly why I wouldn't change a thing. Is it pretentious to say Godspeed? I hope so.
I miss my 1990 Dodge Dakota so much. It was a hand me down from my dad who said “Finish it off!” The computer went out and it was too expensive to fix. It had a 7’ bed so you could carry everything in it. I love old trucks!
[....] YES! (I don't know about censorship of the peanut gallery.)
I will submit that many trucks of this century are so thoroughly mad as to be murderous, so there's probably a taxonomy to be made with respect to truck mania, but I see your point. No lie, I once saw a truck with the license plate "MEATIER," so "METEOR" is doing a lot for me in my blossoming classification schema.
(Aside: My favorite license plate memory to date is that of a shiny Tesla parked at the Fitchburg HyVee, branded DISRUPT, owned by fit cool dude who did not return his cart. Move fast and break things, am I right?!)
Some other stuff:
Thank you for writing this.
I never used to think I was mad, but now I do. Maybe what the (self-styled) empowered call madness, the (self-styled) disempowered call liberty.
"If there were such a school, it would be a School of Madness and I would love it so much." Here, here!
so did you meet the tattooed dumpster magnate or what
What an utter joy in my morning mailbox. The only thing that is greater madness than filmmaking is writing newsletters. Which is exactly why I wouldn't change a thing. Is it pretentious to say Godspeed? I hope so.