Wasting my little bit of time.

This night's post is brought to you by clowns. Grown men in wigs and makeup paying far too much attention to children.

Anyway. Thought it was time for another installment of...

AT THE MOMENT

Time: 9:30pm
Hearing: Nous Non Plus. Wacky French pop/rock.
Thinking: This chair is worthless.
Drinking: Carbonated water, caramel color, aspartame, and phosphoric acid. Weeee!
Deep Dark Confession: Well... no. Not tonight.
Feeling Deep Down In My Murky Depths: Pensive and appeased. Yeah, at the same time. I'm talented.
Postponing: Attempting real photography out of sheer fear of rejection.
I Will Amount To: Nothing, if I continue like this.
Hooked On: Down On The River By The Sugar Plant by Mike Doughty
Slowly Ingesting: Children Playing Before A Statue Of Hercules by David Sedaris
Last Favorite Moment In Time: Watching a hawk float on a hot, slow southern wind, just playing with flight like a toy.

Electric joy.

My sexy little MINI requires premium gasoline. That's about $3.30/gallon lately, every time I fill up. And while that happens for me definitely less often than the SUV drivers I regularly goad, it still stings.

The release of Who Killed The Electric Car? has gotten me thinking. Why can't I have an electric car? There has to be someone out there making them, if even on a boutique-sized scale. Some light searching online turns up things like Zap! Cars, makers of the adorably tiny (but still fossil-fueled) Smart Car. They also make several other eco-friendly electric vehicles like the ironically named Zap Intimidator, which is anything but. Electric, small... and has a top speed of 25 miles per hour.

Is this really all the electric car world has to offer anymore? Does a person who's willing to shell out the cash for freedom from the pump really have to settle for a golf cart equivalent?

Not anymore.


Meet my next car (barring the $80,000 price tag I'm convinced they're going to slap on it): Tesla Motors' Roadster, a 0 to 60 in 4 seconds thing of all-electric beauty. Running only on lithium ion batteries that require charging after 250 miles of driving, it smokes my MINI (and plenty of other cars) hands down.

Did I mention never having to buy gas again? The only thing better that I can imagine would be if my refrigerator started grocery shopping for me.

I'm accepting donations now for the Buy-Jenny-A-Tesla-Roadster Fund. Let's get to work people; these puppies go on sale early next year.

Mine is the story of a girl who's lived a life she can't remember.

Drunkpenguin.com finally has an older, disapproving sibling site. My name dot com. It's a bit of a portfolio for my photo work... Alright, it's basically just my photoblog hopped up on self-righteous gray tones, but still, let's just use "portfolio." (Plus, I had a domain name laying around just waiting to be used.)

Feel free to browse. Many of my favorite pieces are available for hanging on your wall. ...

You say tomato, I say tomahto. You say commercial sell-out, I say wage-slave escapee.

Have at it.