February 1, 2006

I heard that I am addicted to oil last night during President Bush’s State Of The Union message last night. I’m not sure what that really means, but my car does need gasoline to run properly. I’m not aware of any hydrogen stations near me, otherwise, I’d try and get me one of those hydrogen BMW’s that they run in Europe. (750hL). They run on water and emit water at the tailpipe. Filling them up is a little tricky since the fuel has to be stored at -250 degrees Celsius. Even mittens aren’t going to help you out when you’re holding that nozzle in your hands. They’ve got robots to do the refueling, though, and they can’t be any less friendly than the guy behind the counter at the local gas station. I wonder if they’ll still sell cigarette papers and fake bling.

If we’re all addicted to oil, then I’m addicted to the really hard stuff. I like to run the super-premium, as a matter of fact; I can only run super-premium in my vehicle. I think my car is the addict, and I am merely the enabler, but I don’t think President Bush is completely aware or honest with himself and addiction. After all, he stopped drinking and doing whatever the day after his 40t birthday, and to my knowledge has never spoken about it publicly. I wonder if Laura ever partied with him. That would be hot as Hell, but that’s just what I think. She must have, right? There’s nothing like a librarian who likes to get naked, or necked, as they say in TX.