Awards
Ok, even though I recently posted a list of Dudo509 Blogspot Awards, I still think the concept of awards is way overrated. There are simply too many different awards being given these days and I don't understand why people take it so seriously. Just off the top of my head, there's the Golden Globes, American Music Awards, Viewers Choice Awards, ESPYs, Soul Train Awards, MTV VMAs, Nickelodeon Kids Choice Awards, plus too many others that are even less meaningful. Academy Awards might be a little more prestigious than the others, but still I don't put much stock in them and I haven't watched an Oscars, Emmys, or Grammys in a really long time.
So I have to wonder why it is that people take these things so seriously. Movie stars, rappers, or athletes end up feeling dissed if they are not nominated or don't win a category. Or, they burst into tears of joy when their name is called, leading them to go up and thank God, their agent, and their mother (in no particular order). You know, I don't give a crap about them winning the award, I have a feeling that God cares even less. Anyways, why do these awards mean so much to these people? Aren't their millions of fans, their Cribs-worthy homes and cars, and the fact that they can pretty much date whoever they want enough to satisfy them? I guess not...
In reality, how much is an Oscar or Grammy worth? I'm sure there are a lot of great artists or actors who have won them, but I bet if I looked through a list of winners of the past 5 years, I could find a lot that suck too; what does that say about the credibility of such awards? And do we ever really go see a movie because it has 3 Oscar-winners in the leading cast? If so, is that even the real reason why people are so happy to win one, that more people will buy their music or see their movies, and they will make even more millions to add to their existing pile of money? I doubt it, people don't sob uncontrollably onstage because of something like that.
If I ever become an accomplished star, however unlikely, I will choose to ignore all awards ceremonies even if I am nominated or win. I remember when Eminem was first getting popular, he would say in his songs that he didn't care about Grammys, yet nowadays he still shows up to all the awards shows with a speech prepared. Artists and performers should make it their goal to constantly improve their skills and serve their fans with more creativity and excellence. They shouldn't strive for schmaltzy awards, but getting these awards should be a byproduct of how much they put into their work.
There are probably a number of exceptions to what I'm saying. The Nobel Prize, for example, is rich in history and given to a very limited number of people each year. If you win a Nobel Prize, your immediate peers include such people as Albert Einstein, Martin Luther King Jr., and Mother Teresa. Not too shabby. With Grammys, on the other hand, even Christina Gaguilera and the Baha Men have won awards, while Britney Spears has been shut out for years - that's simply unacceptable.
Maybe I am just bitter because me and my Senior Design partners were ignored at the Senior Design awards this year, despite our project being awesome (haha). Or maybe I am feeling left out seeing that I haven't won anything half-resembling an award since freshman year of college (the Koehler Outstanding Freshman in Electrical and Computer Engineering Scholarship which basically fell in my lap).
Nah, I am not one to be bitter. If someone really deserves recognition, then I have no problem with them getting an award. It's just that I am so tired of hearing about a different award ceremony every single week. Then there is hype beforehand and all this controversy afterward about who should've won and why. I don't see how big movie stars and musicians can complain about being "shafted" when they don't win an award. Those thousands of Enron employees losing their job because of poor management, they got "shafted". And, isn't it sad that there are magazines and TV shows which dedicate themselves to this crap, and that people have jobs purely based on reporting this kind of stuff? Leads me to wonder if anybody in this country has a life of their own outside of watching the E! Entertainment Network all day. Not that I have a life though, I write blogs all day...
Wednesday, September 25, 2002
Saturday, September 21, 2002
Who Wants To Be Mooned?
Just wanted to wish all a happy Mid-Autumn (Moon) Festival, one of the biggest holidays in Chinese culture. I encourage everyone, Chinese or not, to go out on the town and get yourself pasted on some moon-cakes, in celebration of the night of the biggest and brightest full moon of the year.
As reference, please note that there is a very logical explanation behind the celebration of this moon-festival. The main reason is because some woman in ancient times swallowed her husband's special elixir of immortality. This resulted in her becoming some sort of flying fairy. Eventually, she ended up on the moon, fleeing and hiding from her husband, who, as you might imagine, was fairly pissed when he found out.
There are a number of variations or additions to this story, some involving a rabbit that lives on the moon and spends all of his time working with magic "herbs" (snicker snicker). Some say that despite the husband's anger, he still loves her and visits her on the 15th day of the eighth lunar months each year, when they probably "do stuff" that makes the moon look brighter that night. Others claim that this woman who turned into a fairy was apparently very hot. Thus, her beauty must be radiating as the source of the moon's intense glow. There are also rumors that some bad guy scared or tricked the woman into swallowing the immortality elixir, which was meant to be taken together with the husband. From this, disaster struck and now she's on the moon (Yin) and he's on the sun (Yang), and they meet for some Yin-Yang action on this day.
Much like the murders of John F. Kennedy, 2Pac, and Bison Dele, we may never know the entire story. Why the significance of this day? Perhaps the husband misses his lady and he can only see her on the night when the moon is brightest. Or, maybe this was the anniversary of the day she took the elixir and flew away, and she is especially shiny on this day.
As for the moon cakes, they were used by brave rebels during the oppressive Mongolian rule of China to spread word of an uprising that was to take place on this day of the Mid-Autumn festival. Since the dumb Mongolian rulers didn't like to eat these sweet, lovely, glorious snacks that all Chinese people loved, rebels decided to insert their plans into the cakes so that the Chinese peasants would be informed without the Mongolian leaders knowing. Finally, on the day of the Moon Festival, the Chinese people rose up and gave those Mongolian fools a well-deserved beatdown. Serves them right for not appreciating how awesome these cakes are. Since that year, Chinese people honor these rebels by eating all the moon-cakes we can handle. The End.
So now you know all about it. If you're like me, you will spend this night kicking back with moon-cakes galore in honor of the uprising against the Mongols in 1368 A.D., while staring at the moon and looking to get a glimpse of the hot chick that lives there with her pet rabbit.
Just wanted to wish all a happy Mid-Autumn (Moon) Festival, one of the biggest holidays in Chinese culture. I encourage everyone, Chinese or not, to go out on the town and get yourself pasted on some moon-cakes, in celebration of the night of the biggest and brightest full moon of the year.
As reference, please note that there is a very logical explanation behind the celebration of this moon-festival. The main reason is because some woman in ancient times swallowed her husband's special elixir of immortality. This resulted in her becoming some sort of flying fairy. Eventually, she ended up on the moon, fleeing and hiding from her husband, who, as you might imagine, was fairly pissed when he found out.
There are a number of variations or additions to this story, some involving a rabbit that lives on the moon and spends all of his time working with magic "herbs" (snicker snicker). Some say that despite the husband's anger, he still loves her and visits her on the 15th day of the eighth lunar months each year, when they probably "do stuff" that makes the moon look brighter that night. Others claim that this woman who turned into a fairy was apparently very hot. Thus, her beauty must be radiating as the source of the moon's intense glow. There are also rumors that some bad guy scared or tricked the woman into swallowing the immortality elixir, which was meant to be taken together with the husband. From this, disaster struck and now she's on the moon (Yin) and he's on the sun (Yang), and they meet for some Yin-Yang action on this day.
Much like the murders of John F. Kennedy, 2Pac, and Bison Dele, we may never know the entire story. Why the significance of this day? Perhaps the husband misses his lady and he can only see her on the night when the moon is brightest. Or, maybe this was the anniversary of the day she took the elixir and flew away, and she is especially shiny on this day.
As for the moon cakes, they were used by brave rebels during the oppressive Mongolian rule of China to spread word of an uprising that was to take place on this day of the Mid-Autumn festival. Since the dumb Mongolian rulers didn't like to eat these sweet, lovely, glorious snacks that all Chinese people loved, rebels decided to insert their plans into the cakes so that the Chinese peasants would be informed without the Mongolian leaders knowing. Finally, on the day of the Moon Festival, the Chinese people rose up and gave those Mongolian fools a well-deserved beatdown. Serves them right for not appreciating how awesome these cakes are. Since that year, Chinese people honor these rebels by eating all the moon-cakes we can handle. The End.
So now you know all about it. If you're like me, you will spend this night kicking back with moon-cakes galore in honor of the uprising against the Mongols in 1368 A.D., while staring at the moon and looking to get a glimpse of the hot chick that lives there with her pet rabbit.
Thursday, September 19, 2002
Stupid People
I spent half this morning so far trying to get a copy of my unofficial transcript from the lovely idiots running the Student Services office at the U of I College of Engineering. Seriously, I don't know how a department that is ranked top 3 in the nation can hire such incompetence to take care of their business matters in their offices.
So before I even got to talk to a person that could actually help me, I had to go through some stupid touch-tone menu system, then my call was forwarded three separate times by three different people. Each time, the person would listen to me say "Hi, I graduated in May and I need to get an unofficial copy of my transcript for an interview," pause for a few moments, then decide that they didn't feel like helping me and dump me on someone else by transferring my call. That's if I was lucky, one braindead lady first chose to waste my time by asking me a whole bunch of questions like "What is the transcript for?" and other info which I ended up repeating anyways to the last person. What a waste of time, if you're gonna transfer me, just do it right away instead of pretending like you know how to fix my problem.
Finally, I got to a lady who seemed like she was at least gonna try to help me out. Unfortunately, she was pretty incompetent too. Somehow, she managed to pull up my transcript on her computer, but when I asked if she could just cut and paste the text and email it to me, she said "ummm... I don't know how to do that." What followed was about a solid minute of stunned silence, as I tried to imagine how you could work in an office with computers, and not know how to cut and paste.
Pretty ridiculous, but I decided screw the email idea, asking her if she could fax me a copy instead. She had to pause awhile for this one, then told me "I don't know if I can do that, but why don't you just give me your fax number, I'll ask someone here if that's possible?" @#*&$%(@&$* Ummm ok here's an idea - why don't you give me your fax number, so I can send you some working brain cells? How hard is it to send a freaking fax?!! I so wanted to throw my phone at the wall. Still, that was probably gonna be my best option, so I decided to just go with it.
Since it was kind of important that I get the transcript soon, I told her to write down my voice (cell) number along with my fax number, and if she ended up not being able to fax it, to call me back so I could find some other solution. Then for 20 minutes or so, I held my breath hoping that somehow this low-IQ lady would come through for me. Finally, I hear a ringer go off. Except it's my cell phone ("you drive me crazy I just can't sleep... I'm so excited, I'm in too deep..."), not my fax machine. Oh my gosh, you gotta be kidding me. So I pick it up, and sure enough, I hear the beeping of an incoming fax.
By this time, I was ready to drive down to Champaign myself and lay the smackdown at Engineering Hall. At least I wanted to call back and tell her that she was sending to the wrong phone number, too bad I didn't know what number to call her at. The last thing I wanted to do was to go through their stupid menu system, then say to three different people "Hi, I called earlier about the transcript, can you transfer me to whoever you did last time?" because who knows where that would take me? I would probably end up speaking to a tribal leader in Africa or something.
Thankfully, within another two minutes or so, she must have figured out her boo-boo and I finally got my transcript through the correct fax number. Big sigh of relief.
The other half of my morning was spent on the phone with the lovely folks at Cingular Wireless Customer Service. Those people are actually a little better, but still, I don't know if it is part of the job description of people who answer phones to not be able to help you. It's like they are paid to put you on hold and take as much time as possible before solving your problem. If their computer isn't working quite right, you gotta wait 5 minutes for them to reboot. If you ask them any question besides "How are you?", they have to check with their supervisor to make sure.
The dumb thing is that for the past three months, they have been messing up my bill every which way. I'm supposed to get nationwide long distance, but they ended up billing me for long distance charges on calls to my own cell phone when I was checking voicemail. I'm supposed to have unlimited nights/weekends too, but they found a way to mess that up as well. I don't know how or why, but they gave me 321 night/wknd minutes for free, and then started charging extra fees after that. Makes no sense, but whatever.
After about half an hour on the phone with this girl (who sounded like she was about 16 years old, but I won't rip on her too much because she was polite and at least tried to help), I ended up just changing my plan so I won't have to deal with this crap every month for the rest of my life. Now I am gonna be paying $39.99 a month (instead of $35) but I get 600 anytime minutes a month that rollover. By the way, rollover minutes seem like such an awesome thing, but I say that's how they should have done it to begin with. What's with all the advertising as if it is some new genious idea? As for the rest of my plan, it won't be unlimited night/weekends anymore, it's 3500 minutes. I don't think it will matter, I don't use anything close to 3500 anyways, but just the fact that I am paying 5 bucks more per month to avoid having to deal with my Cingular buddies all the time is pretty dumb. It's one thing for people to be stupid, but now their stupidity is costing me in the form of a $5 monthly fee. That's what should show up on my bill, a $30 plan, plus $2 for caller ID, plus $3 for Nationwide Long Distance, and finally, $4.99 for Cingular Idiot Charges.
I'm too tired to fight. Make love, not war, they say. If I really wanted to get back at these people, I'd tell my mom to call them up, and within minutes they would be at their knees begging me for mercy. If you ever meet my mother, she is a sweet lady but when it comes to dealing with people on the phone, she's ruthless. She will fight for every last penny as if it was her dying breath when it comes to mistakes on credit card bills, bank statements, etc. Not only this, but she is so painfully fobby to deal with so that after a couple minutes of trying to understand her English or trying to explain something to her, most people give up and just agree to all demands. It's also not uncommon for them to throw in a free gift certificate or something, just to get Mrs. Chen off their case. Haha gotta love my momma. You can't stop her, you can only hope to contain her.
Oh yeah, I have an interview tomorrow with Northrop Grumman, which is what started this whole thing. Wish me luck please.
I spent half this morning so far trying to get a copy of my unofficial transcript from the lovely idiots running the Student Services office at the U of I College of Engineering. Seriously, I don't know how a department that is ranked top 3 in the nation can hire such incompetence to take care of their business matters in their offices.
So before I even got to talk to a person that could actually help me, I had to go through some stupid touch-tone menu system, then my call was forwarded three separate times by three different people. Each time, the person would listen to me say "Hi, I graduated in May and I need to get an unofficial copy of my transcript for an interview," pause for a few moments, then decide that they didn't feel like helping me and dump me on someone else by transferring my call. That's if I was lucky, one braindead lady first chose to waste my time by asking me a whole bunch of questions like "What is the transcript for?" and other info which I ended up repeating anyways to the last person. What a waste of time, if you're gonna transfer me, just do it right away instead of pretending like you know how to fix my problem.
Finally, I got to a lady who seemed like she was at least gonna try to help me out. Unfortunately, she was pretty incompetent too. Somehow, she managed to pull up my transcript on her computer, but when I asked if she could just cut and paste the text and email it to me, she said "ummm... I don't know how to do that." What followed was about a solid minute of stunned silence, as I tried to imagine how you could work in an office with computers, and not know how to cut and paste.
Pretty ridiculous, but I decided screw the email idea, asking her if she could fax me a copy instead. She had to pause awhile for this one, then told me "I don't know if I can do that, but why don't you just give me your fax number, I'll ask someone here if that's possible?" @#*&$%(@&$* Ummm ok here's an idea - why don't you give me your fax number, so I can send you some working brain cells? How hard is it to send a freaking fax?!! I so wanted to throw my phone at the wall. Still, that was probably gonna be my best option, so I decided to just go with it.
Since it was kind of important that I get the transcript soon, I told her to write down my voice (cell) number along with my fax number, and if she ended up not being able to fax it, to call me back so I could find some other solution. Then for 20 minutes or so, I held my breath hoping that somehow this low-IQ lady would come through for me. Finally, I hear a ringer go off. Except it's my cell phone ("you drive me crazy I just can't sleep... I'm so excited, I'm in too deep..."), not my fax machine. Oh my gosh, you gotta be kidding me. So I pick it up, and sure enough, I hear the beeping of an incoming fax.
By this time, I was ready to drive down to Champaign myself and lay the smackdown at Engineering Hall. At least I wanted to call back and tell her that she was sending to the wrong phone number, too bad I didn't know what number to call her at. The last thing I wanted to do was to go through their stupid menu system, then say to three different people "Hi, I called earlier about the transcript, can you transfer me to whoever you did last time?" because who knows where that would take me? I would probably end up speaking to a tribal leader in Africa or something.
Thankfully, within another two minutes or so, she must have figured out her boo-boo and I finally got my transcript through the correct fax number. Big sigh of relief.
The other half of my morning was spent on the phone with the lovely folks at Cingular Wireless Customer Service. Those people are actually a little better, but still, I don't know if it is part of the job description of people who answer phones to not be able to help you. It's like they are paid to put you on hold and take as much time as possible before solving your problem. If their computer isn't working quite right, you gotta wait 5 minutes for them to reboot. If you ask them any question besides "How are you?", they have to check with their supervisor to make sure.
The dumb thing is that for the past three months, they have been messing up my bill every which way. I'm supposed to get nationwide long distance, but they ended up billing me for long distance charges on calls to my own cell phone when I was checking voicemail. I'm supposed to have unlimited nights/weekends too, but they found a way to mess that up as well. I don't know how or why, but they gave me 321 night/wknd minutes for free, and then started charging extra fees after that. Makes no sense, but whatever.
After about half an hour on the phone with this girl (who sounded like she was about 16 years old, but I won't rip on her too much because she was polite and at least tried to help), I ended up just changing my plan so I won't have to deal with this crap every month for the rest of my life. Now I am gonna be paying $39.99 a month (instead of $35) but I get 600 anytime minutes a month that rollover. By the way, rollover minutes seem like such an awesome thing, but I say that's how they should have done it to begin with. What's with all the advertising as if it is some new genious idea? As for the rest of my plan, it won't be unlimited night/weekends anymore, it's 3500 minutes. I don't think it will matter, I don't use anything close to 3500 anyways, but just the fact that I am paying 5 bucks more per month to avoid having to deal with my Cingular buddies all the time is pretty dumb. It's one thing for people to be stupid, but now their stupidity is costing me in the form of a $5 monthly fee. That's what should show up on my bill, a $30 plan, plus $2 for caller ID, plus $3 for Nationwide Long Distance, and finally, $4.99 for Cingular Idiot Charges.
I'm too tired to fight. Make love, not war, they say. If I really wanted to get back at these people, I'd tell my mom to call them up, and within minutes they would be at their knees begging me for mercy. If you ever meet my mother, she is a sweet lady but when it comes to dealing with people on the phone, she's ruthless. She will fight for every last penny as if it was her dying breath when it comes to mistakes on credit card bills, bank statements, etc. Not only this, but she is so painfully fobby to deal with so that after a couple minutes of trying to understand her English or trying to explain something to her, most people give up and just agree to all demands. It's also not uncommon for them to throw in a free gift certificate or something, just to get Mrs. Chen off their case. Haha gotta love my momma. You can't stop her, you can only hope to contain her.
Oh yeah, I have an interview tomorrow with Northrop Grumman, which is what started this whole thing. Wish me luck please.
More on My Mom and Computers
I wrote about this before, but my mom is too funny when it comes to computers. She came running to my room earlier asking me for help, all stressed out and scared that she messed up the computer badly. It turns out that she couldn't figure out how to close one of those banner ads that look like a small warning/dialog box window. You know, the ones that say something like "Your Internet is not optimized for speed! Click OK to fix" and have a the minimize/restore/close buttons in the top right corner. So she must have spent like 10 minutes trying to close a banner ad that only looked like a window, before turning desperate and coming to me for help.
Then she was all freaked out because she opened a program, and then all of the programs disappeared on the taskbar. This time, it was because Windows XP starts a new row on the taskbar when you have too much stuff open, and adds a scroll button on the side. She didn't notice the scroll thing so she was all in panic thinking that she closed all my programs without saving or something. Ahhh... it's cute right now but maybe if she starts finding new ways to be dumb about computers every day, I will not be as amused.
I wrote about this before, but my mom is too funny when it comes to computers. She came running to my room earlier asking me for help, all stressed out and scared that she messed up the computer badly. It turns out that she couldn't figure out how to close one of those banner ads that look like a small warning/dialog box window. You know, the ones that say something like "Your Internet is not optimized for speed! Click OK to fix" and have a the minimize/restore/close buttons in the top right corner. So she must have spent like 10 minutes trying to close a banner ad that only looked like a window, before turning desperate and coming to me for help.
Then she was all freaked out because she opened a program, and then all of the programs disappeared on the taskbar. This time, it was because Windows XP starts a new row on the taskbar when you have too much stuff open, and adds a scroll button on the side. She didn't notice the scroll thing so she was all in panic thinking that she closed all my programs without saving or something. Ahhh... it's cute right now but maybe if she starts finding new ways to be dumb about computers every day, I will not be as amused.
Wednesday, September 18, 2002
Driving a Minivan
Ok, so my favorite little sister took my Maxima down to school a few weeks ago, leaving me with nothing to drive other than sharing my mom and dad's car, a 1996 Chrysler Town & Country LXI. Now supposedly this is the "king of all minivans," at least that's what Linda or her friend said, and I'll admit that it is about as pimp as a minivan can be. Leather seats, power everything, factory tinted windows, and Infinity premium sound system. If you see a guy driving around town in a dark maroon Town & Country, blasting some Ludacris' "Move, b-tch! Get out the way! Get out the way b-tch get out the way," and flooring it from the stoplight trying to race some beat up old station wagon, that's probably me. Say hi.
Haha but how pimp can a minivan really get, even with someone with mad flava like me driving it? The answer is, not very. It has decent power when nobody else is riding in it, but it's just nothing close to my beloved Max. Maybe I should change to a performance intake or get a turbo kit for this thing. And might as well add a new subwoofer system to the back while I'm at it. Nah, you know it's way too much work trying to make a minivan cool. An uphill battle, if you will. Plus I don't think I will be driving it for more than a month or two.
You know how women like to drive minivans and SUVs because they are set higher and they feel safer? Well, I don't feel that way at all, I feel like I am so far from the ground and I can't see anything that is around me. It's like a big huge blind spot surrounding the van. One of these days, I swear I am gonna accidentally run over someone's cat while backing out of my driveway. Seriously, I don't know why that kind of crap doesn't happen more often. I can't take turns as fast either, cause I feel like I might tip over. That would suck, I would look pretty freaking dumb, sitting in my van on its side like some sort of helpless cow. You think it's a funny picture now, but one of these days my aggressive turning style will be the end of me.
So I don't care if in 10 years I am a family man with 6 kids or something, I will never buy a minivan of my own. Screw taking my family camping and gayness like that. Also, my kids will have to settle for learning karate or chess, instead of baseball or football, so I don't need a big car to lug their equipment and teammates around. Actually, check that, I will definitely find a way to take my boy to little league. I'm making him into the next A-Rod, or Ching-Fen Chen for that matter. Muahaha...
While I wouldn't touch a minivan or SUV, I don't like tiny sports cars either. I like bigger 4-door cars that are sporty (like the Maxima, M5, GS430, etc.). But if family duties call, I guess I could live with getting a Escalade. Those things are pretty sweet, have you ever seen an Escalade that wasn't bad-ass? They must all come from the factory with chrome rims and the Big Tymers stamp of approval. The only problem is that if the stereo system takes up the whole trunk, there won't be any room to hold groceries and stuff. That would kind of suck.
Ok, so while I figure out whether I'm gonna take my car back and make my sis find a new one, or get a car myself, it's me and my Chrysler Town & Country. Fun times, fun times...
Ok, so my favorite little sister took my Maxima down to school a few weeks ago, leaving me with nothing to drive other than sharing my mom and dad's car, a 1996 Chrysler Town & Country LXI. Now supposedly this is the "king of all minivans," at least that's what Linda or her friend said, and I'll admit that it is about as pimp as a minivan can be. Leather seats, power everything, factory tinted windows, and Infinity premium sound system. If you see a guy driving around town in a dark maroon Town & Country, blasting some Ludacris' "Move, b-tch! Get out the way! Get out the way b-tch get out the way," and flooring it from the stoplight trying to race some beat up old station wagon, that's probably me. Say hi.
Haha but how pimp can a minivan really get, even with someone with mad flava like me driving it? The answer is, not very. It has decent power when nobody else is riding in it, but it's just nothing close to my beloved Max. Maybe I should change to a performance intake or get a turbo kit for this thing. And might as well add a new subwoofer system to the back while I'm at it. Nah, you know it's way too much work trying to make a minivan cool. An uphill battle, if you will. Plus I don't think I will be driving it for more than a month or two.
You know how women like to drive minivans and SUVs because they are set higher and they feel safer? Well, I don't feel that way at all, I feel like I am so far from the ground and I can't see anything that is around me. It's like a big huge blind spot surrounding the van. One of these days, I swear I am gonna accidentally run over someone's cat while backing out of my driveway. Seriously, I don't know why that kind of crap doesn't happen more often. I can't take turns as fast either, cause I feel like I might tip over. That would suck, I would look pretty freaking dumb, sitting in my van on its side like some sort of helpless cow. You think it's a funny picture now, but one of these days my aggressive turning style will be the end of me.
So I don't care if in 10 years I am a family man with 6 kids or something, I will never buy a minivan of my own. Screw taking my family camping and gayness like that. Also, my kids will have to settle for learning karate or chess, instead of baseball or football, so I don't need a big car to lug their equipment and teammates around. Actually, check that, I will definitely find a way to take my boy to little league. I'm making him into the next A-Rod, or Ching-Fen Chen for that matter. Muahaha...
While I wouldn't touch a minivan or SUV, I don't like tiny sports cars either. I like bigger 4-door cars that are sporty (like the Maxima, M5, GS430, etc.). But if family duties call, I guess I could live with getting a Escalade. Those things are pretty sweet, have you ever seen an Escalade that wasn't bad-ass? They must all come from the factory with chrome rims and the Big Tymers stamp of approval. The only problem is that if the stereo system takes up the whole trunk, there won't be any room to hold groceries and stuff. That would kind of suck.
Ok, so while I figure out whether I'm gonna take my car back and make my sis find a new one, or get a car myself, it's me and my Chrysler Town & Country. Fun times, fun times...
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