One bourbon, one scotch, and one mav

And last but not least, here are some pics of the car.
You’re walking down Taylor Street. But wait, what’s this?!

You get closer. What is that most curious object sitting where there used to be a busted-up Chevy?

Why, it’s a 2004 Subaru Impreza WRX STi! How do you tell? Well, it’s got no bug-eyes for lights, and the grill doesn’t have huge gaps!

Complete with giant wing!

What’s really neat about today is I got the factory BBS wheels put back on, so it looks like a proper Subie again. And I got it washed by the (very, very) fine folks over at Mr. Wash. Washed off all that rain (so it can rain again.) But in that brief moment where it isn’t covered with rain spots and dust, and the sun’s actually out to shine down upon it, you get to see what’s so neat about the black paint.

Okay, so it could have dried better… ah well. Life mostly goes on.

So how do you get the stubborn door panels off your car?

With a spatula.

And in case anybody out there needs to know what Subaru door panels look like, here you go. This is the front driver’s door from my 2004 Impreza WRX STi.

The door wells in this car are extremely shallow, and to that end, I tried to find shallower speakers to put in them. The rear doors are going to get Infinity reference drivers, and they’re not nearly as shallow as I’d hoped – we’ll see how they work, because I haven’t sized them yet. For the front doors, I bought a set of MB Quart components, which I heard fit quite well; they were listed as being ’shallow mount,’ but I had no idea what I was in for. Oh, those wacky Germans. Check these crazy things out:

What’s that, you say? What’s that thing on the front? Well, brother, that’s the VOICE COIL. No shit. It’s incredibly shallow-mount, because they mounted the voice coil on the fucking front. Is that cool or what.

I’m really excited to get these in the doors, which I will hopefully be doing this weekend.

I’ve got a whole bunch of shit I’ve been saving up because I haven’t had time to post all the pix. Well, I’ve got some free time tonight, so here goes:

Those of you who know me (which is pretty much everybody who reads this blog) know that my grandparents have been going through a lot of shit lately. They’re probably going to have to move out of the home they’ve lived in since the 60’s (or was it earlier?) They had been slowly giving away shit that other family members wanted, but serious health concerns have dramatically accelerated the process. Where does this come in, you ask?

Everybody, meet That 70’s Couch:

It’s huge. It’s pretty damn comfy. They got this crazy sofa from a relative (I forget whom?) when I was young, and it’s occupied the west wall of their living room ever since. Now it’s occupying mine. I’ve spent way, way too many Thanksgivings and Christmases passed out on this couch, after eating my weight in Grandma’s holiday dinner. It seems wrong that it’s in my living room, but my grandparents gave it to me. I guess they figured at this point we were old friends, and they’re probably right.

I’ll carry on later about why this whole family thing is utterly infuriating.