Car Designs are Getting Out of Control.

 

 I had thought cars reached peak ugliness back in 2017, but hoooooo boy was I wrong.

 Seriously, what is happening at these companies when the design team gets together to finalise a new car? How is this happening??

Like you know exactly what this new BMW needs? A CAMELTOE. 

Right on the front.  

How about a new pickup truck? Maybe we should make the front look like it overdosed on steroids, so it's impossible to see what's directly in front of you while you're driving. Sound good?

 

OF COURSE IT DOES. Manly men need it HUGE. None of this woke shit like safety. 

But that grill is not NEARLY good enough. How about a cheese grater?

 

No..? You need more?

THEN YOU NEED A CHAIN LINK FENCE.

 

Someone tell this Lexus its mascara is running. 

 

 Every time I think I've seen the ugliest car that ever existed, some new monstrosity drives past me on my commute. Don't even get me bloody started on the stupid Tesla Techno Van.

 Hope you have a good weekend, y'all.

 

When the Crawling Chaos gets here, this party's gonna go insane.

Trying to get back into the blog because my therapist said it might be good for me. So.

The last year+ has been ….. a lot. I don’t even really remember the first few months after Mikey (M.) died. I have never suffered such a loss as this. It’s still devastating. There is a giant hole in my life and my heart. There is no one else in my life who I can tell literally anything and everything. There are thoughts and feelings that I can’t let out because he’s gone. Maybe that’s why my shrink thinks I should start blogging again.

I turned 40 in September, and the day before my birthday, I found out that Ivy had an untreatable tumour in her abdomen. A rapidly growing one, based on its size and the fact that the vet detected no sign of anything off at Ivy’s annual check up in February. They put her on steroids, to make her feel better and just give her more time. I thought “more time” would be more than just a month, but after a few weeks of Ivy getting almost back to her old self, she suddenly deteriorated over the course of a few days and I made the choice to let her go in late October.

It hurt just as much as losing Mikey. My tubby and formerly robust little asshole was suddenly gone.

And then in November democracy in the US went fuckitty-bye, and I’ve just been in kind of a haze since then.

BUT in coming back here, I’m going to try and focus on the good things and the funny things. I’ve got some comics lined up and a few ideas for some more. I’ve also perfected my granny’s traditional English Steak & Ale Pie recipe, so I’ll post that soon as well.

In the meantime I’m going to catch up on the blogs of those of you who are still here.

Keep fighting the good fight, my friends.

The Christmas decorations are still staying up.