Friday, June 27, 2008

Urgh....

Last night I said the famous last words: "I'll just have a few beers, have a good time with my friend, take it easy, not get too drunk..." Well, I did have a good time, wonderful actually, but that was the only thing in that sentence that had any root in reality. Yes, I did it again. I got plastered.

Today I woke up with skateboard grip-tape on my bookshelf, a plant in one of those hanging flowerpots dangling from my curtain hangers (and I think we stole it) and lots of wierd stuff written on my calendar on the fridge. And a general feeling of shittyness otherwise known as a hungover of epic proportions.

And don't you come here with that "oh you did this to yourself"-rubbish! Do you go around to car accident victims who're paralyzed from the nose down and say "oh you did this to yourself"? No. The person was probably trying to get from point A to B, and might've had very bad luck, or run out of talent when it came to driving. Or he/she was driving a tiiiiny bit fast to try and spice up his life, which all people do. Same thing goes for drinking. I was trying to be social, which is as basic as getting from A to B, and during the evening I just run out of talent when it came to drinking. And I had way too much fun. Like the guy in the car probably had before the tree made him "suddenly go stationary". So, don't come here with that "oh it's self inflicted"-rubbish, because that's plain mean and evil!

What made me laugh today

Oversteer vs understeer - easily explained.
"Now, this is really quite simple, ok? Understeer works like this:
[moving a model of a Ford Focus in a straight line] you drive down the road, turn the [steering] wheel, but the car goes straight on, crashes into a tree and you die. OVERsteer works like this: [moving a model of a BMW series 3] you drive down the same bit of road, turn the wheel, but the back of the car comes round like this [showing how the car fishtails 180 degrees], and you go off the road, crash into a tree and you die. Now, oversteer is best, because you don't see the tree that kills you."

James May on the 1953 Jaguar C-type racing at du Monde.
"So now we have the world's lairiest car, on the start line at the world's most gruelling endurance race. At the wheel is the world's most plastered racing driver. And guess what happened? He won."

Sorry, I'm being a bit of a Top Gear geek again. But it makes me laugh.