Between the hilarious-client/melancholy-personal work I’ve been doing the past couple of days, I’ve been playing Advance Wars 2: Black Hole Rising for the Gameboy Advance. It’s great, but like all great games, it’s starting to weigh on my head. Like today: I’m having trouble with this place I took my car for its California-mandated smog check (Rocket Smog on Robertson; avoid!) and I went there just now to yell at the mechanic - the ignition timing on my car is set at the factory! it’s bolted in! it can’t be changed no matter what your book says, fuckface! - and driving off I thought, man, I should come back here and blow this place off the map with an RPG* unit.

*RPG = Rocket Propelled Grenade.