The DMV (or Hell and Back)
19. Jul, 2005 
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The California DMV is a lovely place, full of red licorice, candy canes, and soda pop. Oh wait, I’m thinking of Big Rock Candy Mountain. In actuality, the California DMV is a wretched hive of scum and villainy. No, wait, thats the Mos Eisley Cantina. I guess maybe the California DMV is somewhere in between Big Rock Candy Mountain and the Mos Eisly Cantina, probably closer to the latter. In fact, aside from the lack of a doorside Droid Scanner, the California DMV pretty much is the Cantina. In order to get something you want, you must wait patiently in line next to bizarre sweaty creatures that constantly threaten and eye you. Fortunately for me I always keep my Lightsaber by my side, and I was able to leave that place with a new driver’s license, new license plates, vehicle registration, and transport to Alderaan.
As such, it will be necessary for me to rename my vehicle. I always go by the license plate, altered to sound like some strange word. The weighty-eight beagle (W88-BGL) will henceforth be known as Fiven Kaymfor 78 (5NKM478). It’s sad though, because weighty-eight beagle really had a nice ring to it. I’ll have to spend some time getting used to Fiven Kaymfor. It’s awkward, but it has some potential.
I am almost completely moved in, except for one box and some minor organizational stuff. I need to find some art for my walls as well. Nothing worse than bare walls. At some point I will also need to purchase a small dining room table and chairs, and porbably a patio table with chairs as well. I will have pics up here at some point of my newly-furnished apartment.
Will,
Pretty funny – all DMVs must be inhabited by the same sorts of earth creatures. In Raliegh when I had to do all of that there was a line out the door filled with sweating people who spoke no English. When I took the test there were 3 people beside me taking the test who all spoke spanish. They were taking the test in Spanish and two of them kept hitting the 3rd guys screen to see if that was the right answer, laughing hysterically, then they would hit their own. Makes you feel real safe on the road! Your apartment seems to be shaping up, can’t wait to see it in person.
Sorry you had to rename your car – I call mine Scottie – since it’s a Highlander. Fred wanted that license plate, but somehow I don’t think those in NC would readily get the joke.
Weighty-eight beagle vs. Fiven Kaymfor 78? I’m going to have to side with Fiven here. There are just so many letters and syllables there, you can really string that puppy out. Also, did you ever read Watership Down, the book about the rabbits? One of the rabbits in there was named Fiver, and he was mystical. We may have a Nostradamus-like Honda on our hands here.