My car's name is Andy. His predecessor's name was Calvin. I name my cars after men for a few very specific reasons:
- Nobody really NEEDS one, but they are nice to have around in a lot of situations.
- They are great while they are reliable and make themselves useful, but as soon as they leave you in a lurch, they become nothing but a colossal headache.
- They tend to be less reliable as time goes on.
- The list goes on and on, but you get the overall idea of the comparison.
I am sorry there's not more meat to this post, but the fact is that there's just not a whole lot going on right now, and I don't want to bore you with all the intricate details of my mundane days... This will change once I find work, I'm sure!