I love me some Elia Kazan

I was going to go to bed reasonably early and finish my book, but no. I had to turn on the TiVo. I got sucked right in to watching Splendor in the Grass. I did ask it to record the movie. I have a thing for Elia Kazan films. Of course, I had to get all sad and teary-eyed, and it's not as if I didn't know it was tragic going in. What I didn't know was that it was two and a half hours long.

I'd never seen Natalie Wood in her prime before. Wow, she was one hot babe.

I had to move the truck this morning because the cluster has a regulation that says a car can't stay in one spot for more than 72 hours. The truck was much happier about starting today than it was on Monday when it was a bit colder in the morning. After plunking my coffee in the cup holder[1] and letting it run until it smoothed out...I wanted to drive it to work. I used to be a little afraid of the truck. It's an enormous vehicle, by my standards and it's a little dodgy mechanically. It's harder to park in some lots than the other cars because of it's size.[2]

Really, the only reason that I didn't take the truck was because it was all packed with shelving from IKEA. Well, the shelving isn't the problem either. The problem is that the back seat is sort of floating around in the back on top of the Sten and the idea of a complete stop with that situation in place makes me very nervous. Decapitation isn't my number one fear, normally, but then it's not normally much of a risk.[3]

I've certainly considered the idea of death by decapitation and I'm while I'm quite sure there are much worse ways to go, it's a little grisly for my taste.

I went to a large enough high school that a few kids died every year. Often it was accidents (usually involving cars), but there was generally one suicide. Well, one year a kid died while snowmobiling because he ran into a single wire fence that he couldn't see. I think you can guess how he died.