March 16, 2003

Falling in love again...

Everyone knows me knows that I love my Benzes. I'm a Benz guy, always have been. They're solid, well designed, well engineered, and well build vehicles. I love them.

Mercedes had an ad campaign running about a year and a half ago featuring an old tune from Marlene Deitrich "Falling In Love Again". They were showing off the evolution of the SL series from Ye Olden Dayes to the technological and super-hot marvel that it is today. I do think the new SL is hot, but for the last two years, I couldn't afford a new car. Woe is me.

I was with our landlord's son Frank today on our way to Micro Center to get an ethernet switch for his dad's hotel. On the way back, we drove past a few high-end car dealers, and he bet me that I couldn't get a test drive on a new Porsche if I pulled into their lot with my 1998 Ford Police Interceptor. He's a real gearhead, how could I resist the bet?

There was a black/black 2003 Porsche 911 Turbo sitting on the lot. It's a hot car. As Frank put it best: "This car isn't sex on wheels, it's an orgasm on wheels." It's a hot car. Did I say that again? It's a hot car.

After looking it over for a few minutes, a sales guy came out, and I decided to be proactive with the conversation. I met him at the back of the car, extended my hand and said "Hi there, I'm George!". He introduced himself as Phil, and we were soon chatting about the car and he was showing off the gizmos. It's a hot car. Oops, there I go again.

I asked for a test drive, but he told me that they don't normally let people take it for a test drive. I told him that I haven't had a vacation in 2.5 years, and I'm looking to treat myself soon. He asked for my driver's license, and 5 minutes later, he came out with a magnetic license plate. I got in the car, adjusted the mirrors and seat, and pulled out of the lot.

This car is tight. Tightest car I've ever driven in my life. Any smidge of a degree of a turn given to the steering wheel nudges the car in a different direction. The pedals are 100% action. The steering is 100% action. The seats are 100% action, and the whole thing is all beautifully packaged in a 4 seat (poor Frank, but he did fit!) coupe featuring all-wheel drive and an automatic transmission with Tiptronic. It's a hot car. Fuck, it's a hot car.

The first time I got a boner from a vehicle was the school bus in 3rd grade. The next-to-last time was when I picked up my second E500 four years ago. The last time was when I gave half-throttle to this 911 on the expressway onramp during the test drive, and it practically snapped my neck. This is a hot, hot, hot car. Hot.

It's $130k. I'm thinking about trading in the other cars and giving myself a sales bonus for the big deal we're signing soon. The summer is calling me, and I really have sacrificed a lot of pleasure in the last 2.5 years.

It's a hot car. Benz campaigns be damned, I think I'm falling in love with another German, and this one growls a mean one while on all fours with black leather.

Oh, Frank also bet me that I couldn't get a test drive in a Ferrari. He was right. They didn't have any with an auto transmission, so I test drove a Maserati instead from the Ferrari dealer. Silly bets on sunny Saturdays rule.

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March 08, 2003

Fortune cookies

I have my own feelings about self-inspired power and motivation... Something along the lines of "if you can think it, you can do it" or something like that. Granted, there are some things that are huge obstacles, but for the most part, as long as there's time and concentration, pretty much anything can get done.

I got a fortune cookie the other night, and it said that my luck has changed. This week we pulled a couple hundred thousand dollar deal. All it took was perseverence and confidence. I should keep trying that technique, and avoid finding another fortune cookie that says my luck has changed.

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February 24, 2003

Inspiration comes from perspiration

This last week was more than hard, it was downright difficult. A lot of soul-searching took place, step-back analysis, and I came to some thought provoking conclusions. I'm moving the company. I can't say much publicly right now, but I'm a bit pissed that I didn't see this earlier, but the time is still right.

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February 16, 2003

High school reunions

On the WB network there's a show called "High School Reunion" and it was a reality-based series on a reunion of the Oak Park River Forest High School Class of 1992. Granted that it had a couple of folks from my Class of 1993 too, but hey, it makes for good TV.

Anyway, tonight was the final episode, and it was pretty cool. Dave proposing to Summer made me shed a tear, it was really sweet. Seeing Jeff strutting around with a sock over his cock'n'balls wasn't that unexpected, but Ben, that's another story all together.

We've got our 10 year reunion coming up in October at a bar in Wrigleyville. I've got to make a quick million to fly the crew out to Maui for two weeks so that we can imitate TV. That is the purpose of reality TV, right?

*sigh*

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February 12, 2003

I'm an arrogant ass

In the last few months, I've been told by three or four people that I'm very arrogant. Contrary to what I thought most people would do after being confronted with an "accusation" (or observation, IMHO) of arrogance, I fully admitted to it and was almost proud of my arrogance.

Then I asked myself "Why shouldn't I be?"? I really like who I am, I honestly believe that I do good, and I really try hard to succeed and make myself better off while not leaving a dangerous wake behind me. If you're proud of yourself and don't believe that pride is a "sin", then why hide yourself and your accomplishments and talents?

When I'm wrong and the facts are proven, I tend to bite the bullet, apologize, and learn from the experience. I do make mistakes, I do change my mind, I do get things mixed up, and that's that.

When I'm right, I usually push forward with whatever I'm thinking, doing, or talking about. When someone disagrees or disputes, it usually leads into a debate, and sometimes, an argument. The problem is that the debate or argument is frequently about my supposed arrogance and not so much about the actual topic at hand. This leads me to believe that maybe I'm not quite "wrong" about what I know or in the way I think and act, but maybe it's just that those around me are just sick of not coming to conclusions as fast as I do on a wide variety of topics.

I found an entry on some web log where they were commenting on how most debate ends up being similar to religious debate, and that nobody ever gets anywhere in the end, other than feeling frustrated and disillusioned. I think otherwise. Debate leads to mental muscle flexing, which leads you to form new ideas, or incorporate other peoples' thoughts into your own, and vice versa. Just as muscles get sore after a workout, debate and argument can do the same for one's spirit.

One fellow named Paul popped up and said "it's all verbal masturbation to me. blogs, comments, online debates, metafilter, etc.".

I partially agree. Comments and online debates are intercourse.

intercourse n 1: communication between individuals 2: the act of sexual procreation between a man and a woman; the man's penis is inserted into the woman's vagina and excited until orgasm and ejaculation occur.

This arrogant blog of mine is verbal masturbation.

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