January 2006 Archives

HONK!

| | Comments (0)

Ahh, there's nothing so relaxing and enjoyable as lying in bed on a chilly, overcast Saturday morning, the covers pulled tight, the bed nice and warm, the dogs sleeping soundly - their noses tucked in tight against their bodies, cats purring while snoozing, and knowing that there's no alarm to answer to.

And then, HOOOOOONNNNNNK!

Dogs jump up, barking; cats scatter. A few more barks, then quiet.

HOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNK!

HOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNK!

More barking, followed by a dead sprint to the front door to see what the commotion is all about. "SHUT UP!" I yell at the dogs. They stop barking. I pull the covers up a little closer to my neck, roll over, and close my eyes again.

HOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNK!

"G&@^#!!! DA*@&@#&#$^!!!, What the h*@#(*#$!_ is going on out there?" I throw the covers off, and as I'm getting out of bed, "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNK!" - a 10 second long honk. I stomp over to the office window, peer out the shades into the driveway - nothing. No car. The dogs are still barking.

I look over at the neighbors - oh, there it is... a newer, red Cadillac is in the driveway, and the lady behind the wheel is honking the horn, apparently to "alert" her daughter to her arrival.

As I'm glaring at the Cadillac, it honks again. And then the daughter appears from the house, 3 kids in tow, and they proceed to load in to the car.

What's so difficult about getting out of your car, walking to the front door, and ringing the doorbell? Or, better yet, stay in your car, reach for your cellphone, dial 7 numbers and let them know you've arrived. Keeeeeeeeeeeeerist!

Bear in mind that this is the same house that hosts a 1960's Ford Falcon that used to receive tune-ups (aka, lift hood, start car, rev motor to 7000 rpm, hold, and then goose a few times; rinse,lather,repeat) and has an ancient Suburban that has to "warm up" for about 30 minutes each morning, sans muffler, before being backed out of the driveway where it promptly stalls, is restarted (with a loud flywheel screeching noise), and then chugs up the hill to the exit of our street.

So, now I'm awake, and mad. Guess I'll go clean the house.

Oh, and there's nothing wrong with the blog - I just haven't had a new entry in so long that when I went to refresh the blog last week (a backend process), it made the home page "current" - i.e., no content. :-)

test

| | Comments (1)

Hmmm, something odd appears to have happened with the home page.

Detroit: Day 2 - A little better

| | Comments (0)

Another busy day at Detroit, with most (98%) of it spent in the media center again. Even though I'm stuck at a desk for 10 hours at a time, it's not too bad -- walking the floor with 15,000 other journalists all of whom are trying to get the same photo and the same information at the same time can get old really quickly. So, it's sort of nice to sit upstairs and just work.

I did get a chance to walk the floor a bit - this is at around 6:30pm, after most folks had left for the day.

IMG_7029.jpg
View from Audi's new booth - looking out at Porsche and BMW.

IMG_7031.jpg
These are two of the Audi deserts that I sampled... the chocolate coffee cup (the entire thing was edible) was filled with a raspberry mousse.

IMG_7020.jpg
The Mercedes-Benz McLaren SLR... only a cool $400k.

IMG_7002.jpg
The 2007 Ford Shelby GT500 Mustang - I'm in love with this car.


I'll have more photos after tomorrow. I'm going to walk the show all morning tomorrow before heading for home.

Detroit: Day 1

| | Comments (0)

Not much to report today... pretty much spent all of my time in the media center.

IMG_1206.JPG


The media center is located on the 3rd floor of Cobo Hall, and has all of the necessary ammenities - network connection, power, phones, tables, food, drink, etc.

Unfortunately, I've been sitting in the same chair since about 9:30 this morning, so I'm starting to get "chair sores." The people I'm here with have their heads on square when it comes to handling shows - people are assigned events to cover, and then one or two people (me) sit in the media room and create timely stories/content/news as the other people bring photos to them from the various events.

It sure beats running around like a chicken (sans head), not accomplishing much of anything other than raising your blood pressure... like I did in years past...

I guess there's a Daimler-Chrysler party that we're going to later tonight.