This is not the week for easy fixes for me. Yesterday, I had a unique experience with Javascript that made me die a little inside. To visualize, imagine trying to translate a book from English to Spanish, but instead of writing out the Spanish copy, you must instead fashion a complicated set of mirrors that project individual letters from the English pages onto the wall en español. Now imagine that you have fat fingers and that they are covered with Cheeto dust, so as you fumble around with these tiny mirrors, you inadvertently muck them up with grease.

No Photoshop trickery here. This is the same car I slid into a tirewall last night. Besides the crazy frunk gap and some fist-sized flat spots, my car looks spotless from a distance of 10 feet or more. Get close, and you'll see that the paint is cracked, scraped, and obliterated in places, and that there is a dodgy crease in the fender. I'll be washing, buffing, and touch-up painting tomorrow, as well as getting the alignment checked.

How did I do it? With an assload of help from my awesome girlfriend. It took us about 9 hours, but it was well worth it.

Congrats to Ken Block for another devastating win. Rally is easily the most spectator-friendly form of motorsport available. While there may be a complete disconnect between the average person and the perils encountered by a ALMS or NASCAR driver, I think the batshit craziness of zooming down a wet dirt path at 90 miles an hour while being tightly flanked by unforgiving trees is universally understood.

I think this is how mercenaries feel after they've been grazed by their first bullet.

This was easily the longest drift session I've ever had. I took the time to find a spot on google maps that would suit my purposes: a 2-lane 90° curve that terminates with a big concrete apron on one end, and a long straight on the other.