#honda accord radio

[jrnerad]

2024 Acura TLX Type S: Sports Sedan or Luxury Sedan?

Acura says the TLX Type S is the quickest, best-handling all-wheel-drive sedan in its history. But can it provide its unique brand of performance in the midst of a brutal Maine winter? That’s what Co-Host Chris Teague set out to find this past week as he road-tested the car. Certainly the 2024 version of the Type S has the specs to get the job done. It features improved throttle response in the…

[caraudioexpertaustralia0]

Headunit With Carplay For HONDA ACCORD 8TH 2008-2013 HIGH | 9INCH

Headunit With Carplay For HONDA ACCORD 8TH 2008-2013 HIGH | 9INCH

[yahoo-a-post]

Jamming away to a great song.

Nice evening! Look at the clear sky!

Waiting in the parking lot jamming away loved one should be okay at the clinic 👌 😌

[uzumaki-rebellion]

An Alex Cross Joint Mission

Alex Cross & The Heartbreak Brotherhood Part 1

Main Cast: Alex Cross, John Clark, and Terry Richmond, Black Female OC.

Warning(s): 18+, Explicit Sex, Violence, Murder, Mystery, Thriller, and Drama. Grown Folks Shit.

Summary: Homicide Detective Alex Cross must join forces with former elite Navy SEAL John Clark, and former marine MCMAP instructor Terry Richmond to solve the mystery of a murderous stalker seeking revenge on all three of them. The only connection the men have to each other is a sexy femme fatale they each had an intimate relationship with recently.

Word count: 1.8K

Dedicating this one to @nahimjustfeelingit-writes !

"Six minutes

Six minutes

Six minutes Doug E. Fresh

You're on…"

Doug E. Fresh—"The Show"

Alex Cross bounced around in the front seat of his Ford Explorer in time to the old Hip Hop song blasting on his radio. From the rearview mirror he glimpsed his nine-year-old son Damon and seven-year-old daughter Jannie rolling their eyes at him.

"Y'all don't know nothing about this. Nana Mama used to play this for me when I was little to hype up my day."

Both of his children ignored him as he bobbed his head in time to Doug E. Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew's "The Show". He told a little white lie to them. It was his mother who used to play it for him when he was four years old, before she passed away from a drug overdose. Alex avoided mentioning his mother because it would remind his children of their own mother, who died in a drive-by shooting a couple of years ago. The pain was still tender, yet he wanted to get them excited about going to a church picnic with Nana Mama and other children from the community center he volunteered for.

Alex had other plans for himself that afternoon. He was going to meet a beautiful woman he'd been spending time with for the past six weeks whenever she was in town. A fellow doctorate in psychology, Sasha worked for a global PR firm and traveled a lot for her job. They'd recently become intimate, and the sex was mind-blowing for him. Nothing interested him more than a sexy, intelligent woman with a body for days. He'd been reluctant to take the next step with Sasha, preferring to keep their sporadic dates platonic and fun. Spending time with her without a commitment allowed him to dip his toe back into the dating scene without pressure. She was flexible, not put off by him being a widow with children, and seemed to always know when to give him space for his home life. After four weeks of seeing each other, he crossed over into intimacy easily with her. Sasha was hard to resist. Forty-two days in, he had an itch for her that needed scratching.

He pulled into the parking lot of the Holy Comforter- St. Cyprian Catholic Church. Nana Mama stood by her Blue Honda Accord with her best friend Mrs. Whitman, waiting for them. He turned down the music and watched his children jump out from the back, grateful to be freed from Dad's old-time music. He stepped out of the car for a minute.

"I'll see you guys later…hey, have fun today," he said.

Damon and Jannie nodded, running over to Nana Mama's car. Alex's grandmother had to do some earlier prep work at the church kitchen and he agreed to drop his children off later, before he met up with Sasha at the National Mall.

"Are you sure you and Sasha don't want to hang with us? We'd like to meet your new girlfriend," Nana Mama said.

She gave him a teasing grin, and Mrs. Whitman chuckled.

"No, I'm not ready to bring people around the kids yet," he said.

He leaned over and kissed Nana Mama's cheek. Jumping back into his car, he waved at Damon and Jannie. Changing the music on the radio to something more adult contemporary, he headed for a grown-up picnic on the National Mall. He'd also been a little proactive in reserving a luxury hotel room. The four times they'd had sex had been in hotel suites that she booked while in town. She lived in Maryland when not traveling, and they both stayed cautious with their personal lives interacting just yet. They were still in the getting-to-know-each-other phase with fucking thrown into the equation now. He made plans to wine and dine her later that evening after a long "nap" at the hotel. Nana Mama knew not to wait up for him because he wanted to spend as much time with Sasha as he could before she jetted off to solve some other public figure's national reputation.

Traffic slowed him up, but he didn't fret. It was a sunny day with blue skies and he was on his way to have some adult fun after a stressful week of work. He had some vacation time stacked up, and he wanted to convince Sasha to run off to Vegas for a weekend. Janet Jackson would start her music residency there and he snagged some tickets because Sasha was a huge fan.

He parked his car in the visitor parking lot on Ohio Drive and strolled toward the spot where they would meet, carrying a fancy bottle of wine in a bag. Sasha texted a picture of herself to his phone, blowing him a kiss, letting him know she provided all the goodies for their day. All he had to do was show up. This was part of Sasha's routine on their dates. She'd plan something special or spontaneous and give him the locations to meet her where she'd make him feel like a king. He reciprocated when he could, but Sasha was part of the jet set, often overseas. Most of their time together had to be centered on her schedule of availability.

Alex wandered past other people who had the same plans to picnic in the sun. He looked around for the familiar gorgeous face with the dark mocha skin as soft as a rose petal and those lush lips he so wanted to kiss right then and there. Sasha was so fine that it made him step up his dating game, which had always been above solid before he was even married.

Checking the location pin she sent him, Alex surveyed the surroundings. She had to be late, or moved to a different spot. Quite a few tourists meandered about taking pictures. Perched on a picnic table, a light brown-skinned Black man in expensive maroon jogging fits stared at his smartphone. He glanced at Alex with green eyes and gave the international Black man head nod of "W'sup." Alex returned the nod and moved past him, keeping an eye out for his date.

Another Black man glanced around the area near Alex, checking his phone, too. He eyed Alex and dropped his gaze back to his phone as it dinged a message for him. The man grinned at his phone and faint dimples popped in his cheeks. He had on comfortable tan cargo pants and a tight, long-sleeved white shirt.

Alex sported a light blue sweater with pale blue drawstring casual pants. D.C. weather was always fickle later in the fall. Warm one minute, chilly the next.

Ten minutes went by and Alex started fidgeting while waiting. He finally pulled out his smartphone from his pants pocket and called her number.

"Sasha, I'm at the spot for our picnic. No worries if you're running late. Just wanted to make sure I'm in the right location," he said.

The green-eyed man on the bench stared at Alex when he said Sasha's name out loud. So did the dimpled dude near him. He heard a distant sound of something popping like a firecracker or a whip snapping suddenly. One woman let out a terrifying scream as her companion, another woman, fell face forward onto the ground. Dead.

A sharp, hot pressure radiated in Alex's left shoulder and several more people screamed as a blood stain bloomed like a rose and ruined his good sweater. The shock of being shot hadn't registered in his brain yet as he noticed the dimpled man near him take a grazing on the hip from the same bullet that exited Alex's body. Another shot tried to take the stranger down again, but the dimpled man jumped behind the picnic table as the green-eyed man dove over the side joining him, just missing getting struck himself by another two bullets that went through the picnic table and bench.

Alex dropped to the ground and yelled at other potential victims to run and hide. From his position on the ground, he pressed a hand against his shoulder, using his sweater to help staunch the flow of blood.

"You okay, man?" the dimpled man asked.

"Yeah, clean shot through me…you?"

"I'll live. Bullet that hit you nicked me."

Green eyes used his phone to call 911. The dimpled man looked in the direction of the gunshots.

"That's a roof shot with a high caliber rifle. A good mile away. I'm guessing the museum over there from this angle," dimples said.

Police sirens blared in the distance, so did fire trucks.

No more shots were fired.

The green-eyed man glanced at Alex's wound.

"Keep putting pressure on it," green eyes said. "I think we should stay here until help arrives. Those shots weren't random. The first shot that hit that woman was meant for me. It looked like she got in the way by accident. You were next…and then you. This was a planned hit. Someone aimed all those bullets at us."

"I'm Alex," Alex said, lifting himself to rest against the picnic bench.

He needed to collect information from these men.

"I'm Terry," green eyes said,

"John," the dimpled man added reluctantly.

"Who would want the three of us taken out? We don't even know each other," Alex mumbled to himself.

"I heard you mention a name when you made a phone call before the shots happened…Sasha," John said.

"Yeah, she was my date today," Alex said.

"What she look like?" Terry interjected.

Alex grunted and pulled out his cell phone with his right hand. He swiped a screen to the last text photo he received.

"That's her," Alex said.

Terry's eyes narrowed, and John's lips curled down into a frown. They each pulled out their phones and showed Alex the same photo and text from Sasha.

"What the hell is this?" Alex said.

Cops and paramedics arrived on the scene. Alex left Nana Mama a message on her phone, and then contacted his best friend and partner on the force, John Sampson, who arrived soon after the paramedics lifted him onto the back of their ambulance. Terry stayed around to answer questions, but John had disappeared.

On the ride to the hospital, Alex wracked his brain trying to figure out who his lover Sasha really was. Had she set them all up for murder in one fell swoop? What had he done to warrant her plotting something like that? Or was someone else behind it? John vanished without a trace, and that seemed suspicious, but would he take a chance of getting wounded like that if he were part of the nefarious plot?

Alex closed his eyes.

The first chance he got, he was going to investigate the two men that were marked for death with him.

A.N.:

Giving y'all a taste now. I'll be working on adding updates in spring of 2025, so bookmark it! I have so much to write in other fandoms, lol! I haven't watched the series yet, but Aldis is that dude and I have been waiting to write something for him. So combining him with two other hot men is a treat!

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

Call me old school but "modern" cars are way too overkill.

My car (a used 2010 Honda accord) was totalled and I'm currently renting a 2018 Ford edge from my insurance company while I find a new vehicle.

Now driving this thing feels like driving a damn spaceship or the DeLorean from Back to the Future. There's just so many damn buttons, dials, lights, and just fluff in the dash and center console it's straight up hard to drive. On closer inspection, at least 5 buttons control the light above the driver and passenger's head.

Like what is all this??? Why do we need this many buttons???

And the stick for changing gears? It's that little dial in the second photo. You swivel it to change whether you're in park, reverse, drive, etc. I feel like it's gonna just randomly pop into a different gear while I'm driving!

And why the touch screen?? We don't need a massive ipad embedded in the console! Touch screens are not safe to drive with! I almost got in another accident trying to turn down the AC because I have no tactile feedback in the controls!

By old car was built like this:

Most of those buttons were for the radio. Dials for the AC and how to direct it, and those dials clicked when you moved them so you could tell how far they'd moved. The stick shift clunked when you moved it so you could tell how many times it had been moved and you felt it lock into place. Only a couple buttons on the steering wheel, three for cruise control, three for the audio system. And even this was the most buttons I had to learn ever! I'd argue some of the 'features' in that car were kinda useless and needless to have and just took up space!

Maybe I'm just crotchety and old (I'm 24 lol) but we don't need all this shit in cars! It's straight up distracting and unnecessary. It's a car. It gets you from point A to point B. I don't think you'd ever catch my driving a car any newer than like 2014.

[wickedcitrus]

anybody know what model car the intro car from celeste is

i checked the wiki and it said:

The car bears similarities with a hatchback from the mid-1980s to the early 1990s; more precisely, it resembles a 1992-1993 Honda Accord wagon, but with a radio antenna and a shorter, steeper end.

and while the photo that was linked there more or less fits i'm wondering if that is the closest match to the car. it is entirely possible (likely, even) that artistic liberty was taken when spriting that car and so there is no closer match.

but what if there is? idk. i'm not knowledgable enough on cars, hence the post. any confirmation/id is appreciated!

[nostalgiavoid]

I drive a 2007 Honda Accord Value Package, and one of the many little quirks it's got is that the radio speakers have a soldering defect and the speakers only work in certain weather conditions, usually colder weather, so fall and winter are "radio season" for me.

I've been collecting CDs this year, and have a vast selection to choose from. I've got a stack of various genres in the console of my car. Lately I've been listening to Nirvana's "Nevermind" on repeat, and when Sam went grocery shopping with me today he remarked on the music.

"This isn't your normal 'screamo'"

"It's Nirvana."

I love the fall weather, but it's especially nostalgic this year now that I've got CDs in the car. I've been in a depressive episode ever since the election results, but this one little thing can bring a moment of light into my day, even if it fades once I leave the car.

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

Yo La Tengo - Idiot's Delight with Vin Scelsa, WNEW, December 28, 1997

If all had gone according to plan, I would've seen Yo La Tengo (AKA The Best Band) live in concert for the first time in many many years this past week. Alas! Georgia Hubley underwent knee surgery recently, putting her out of commission for a bit, pushing the shows back to early next year. It's OK — I am sure that Georgia will return more powerful than ever.

In the meanwhile, let's check out this vintage radio broadcast, freshly uploaded by friend of the blog Dave Marin. James McNew is on winter break, so it's the Georgia & Ira show here on Idiot's Delight, which means we get to hear some fairly unique arrangements: an acoustic "Sugarcube," a drum-machine-led "Little Honda" and a terrific acoustic re-imagining of "Autumn Sweater." You're also going to get a lovely cover of Dave Davies' Kinks deep cut "This Man He Weeps Tonight," which is true perfection.

Elsewhere, host Vin Scelsa tries to draw Kaplan and Hubley out on a possible sample of The Who's "Armenia City In The Sky" hidden secretly within the grooves of "Moby Octopad" ... but once he actually plays the songs, his theory is disproven. I can see what Vin means, though!

[carsforsaleinusa]

Super Clean Honda Accord runs n drives no issues at all,everything works,fresh oil change, new brakes,sunroof,leather interior,Bluetooth radio,tinted windows,fully loaded v6 ,feel free to come check it out today 3500$$$ solddddddddddd

[elegantgrace]

Gun For Hire 0.0

Beginning disclaimer: This is a mercenary for hire X Task Force 141, the mercenary is a female. But take it as you will ☺️ Thank you for reading and I won’t hold you up any longer, enjoy! 💚

‘I don’t trust what’s going down in Las Almas, you’re on deck, keep your head down, don’t get caught. -W1’

I watch the message pop up on my screen, the dark background contradicting the blip, following the message, a bank deposit of $4,000, and the smile that rarely crosses my lips pulls up.

Clicking my tongue and stretch my neck, rolling my head in a circle and side to side before rising to my feet, thankfully living close to the border already. Las Almas just twelve hours out. Grabbed my pre-packed bag I head for the door and to my vehicle, a shitty ‘91 Honda Accord but whatever kept a low profile, I was happy with it, and I took off.

———

Twelve hours later

Parking my vehicle and killing the lights I wait on the streets for anything unusual, the storm heavy in the sky and I frown, could have looked up the weather forecast before traveling but not packing anything heavy is everything I lived by. I roll down the long sleeves squeezing my upper arm and reach into my glove compartment, pulling out a pistol checking the ammunition and grabbing onto my holster as I attach it to my waist.

The streets seemed dead for the most part, as dark military grade vehicles pulled through the cobblestone streets, men in dark gear jumping out of them raised their guns and pointed them towards civilians, and I shrunk down in the drivers seat. The screams are what made me grit my teeth, my jaw clenching as the rounds went off, something was indeed wrong.

More vehicles drove past as other men started walking the streets, two men walking toward my car with flashlights on and I turned the safety off on my gun, “I don’t see shit” one whispered

“They’re special forces, of course they got away”

“Shut up and keep looking”

The lights went into my window and I glared at the two men, “get out of the vehicle” one spoke behind a mask and I sat up, reaching for the handle. I step out, keeping my gun hidden behind my thigh before inhaling.

“You’re killing innocents” I say causing a fit of chuckles from one of the men.

“Darling, nobody’s truly innocent” he spoke before reaching for the trigger, I raise my gun and shoot two rounds to the head and point the gun at the other man.

“Easy now” he spoke and I only smiled.

“I would, but I assume I’m getting paid to kill you fucks” I chuckle before shooting his shoulder causing him to cry out in pain before I approach him and grab his own gun and shot him in the head. Cold? Sure. But this is about money, and morals.

Quickly ducking into the shadows with just my pistol again I watch a man stumble into the streets, his shoulder bleeding and his body shaking, he leaned against the brick corner and tried for the radio at his hip, “this is Bravo 7-1, in the blind, how copy?…” his words quiet. “Ghost this is 7-1, do you copy?” His voice sounding urgent and I tap my phone in my front pocket, thinking.

So much money, for an unclear assignment. But the names sounded familiar, something Laswell ran across with me, making sure I knew who was apart of the team in case of emergencies. I watched him make for the main road and fall to his hands and knees.

“I see” is all I say as I make for the man.

~.~.~.~.~.~

End Disclaimer: This is based on a CharacterA.I I created! The first scene is kicked off with Soap falling in Las Almas in Modern Warfare 2

Check it out for support! And I hope to see you soon 💚

[caraudioexpertaustralia0]

Headunit With Carplay For HONDA ACCORD 7TH | 2007 | 10 INCH

[mkt-magnovite-2024]

SUZU-KAHE-KI?

Hirotaka thought of fulfilling his long-standing dream which was Kizashi. Suzuki has been showcasing a concept car named Kizashi in different motor shows for a long time.

The concept 1 of Kizashi was showcased in 2007. Then again concept 2 was shown in 2007.

And then in 2008, the Kizashi Concept 3 was shown at the New York International Auto Show.

 In 2011, Maruti Suzuki aimed for the stars with the Kizashi. This sleek, sporty sedan promised European handling, punchy power, and a shift towards a premium image. The car itself was a technical marvel, with a responsive engine and sharp dynamics. But despite its brilliance, the Kizashi's Indian journey was tragically short-lived, selling a mere 5,000 units. 

Secondly, Suzuki's brand image in India was at odds with the Kizashi's aspirations. 

 Buyers associated Suzuki with affordable, fuel-efficient cars, not sporty sedans. The Kizashi's premium positioning felt like a disconnect, leaving potential buyers confused. Finally, the lack of a crucial diesel engine option, essential for fuel economy in India, dealt the final blow.

because this car got five-star ratings

in Euro NCAP and all other NCAPs. Now this car was very good but still, in 2014, Suzuki discontinued it in India and then in 2015 it completely disappeared from the world.

And after this, Suzuki never launched a proper D-segment car And as soon as the car came into the market, it proved that even a Suzuki car can be made big and powerful enough to compete with Honda and Toyota and even the Germans. This vehicle received very good ratings and within the first year of its launch, it also received two awards from Auto Pacific in America for annual vehicle satisfaction. Also, this car received two motoring awards in New Zealand in 2010 and according to Consumer Digest, it was a Best Buy car in 2011.

 The big problem with this car was people were not buying it. And this was not happening only in India but also in the US market, only 5000-6000 units were being sold annually,

in Canada, only 600-700 units were being sold and in Japan, only 3379 units

were sold from 2009 to 2015. out of which 1 quarter of the car was purchased

by Japan's national police agency alone.

 that Kizashi was one of the most powerful sedans available in India. It was Suzuki's brand image and this was the thing that Suzuki was trying to change with this vehicle.

Now, we people of India believe that Suzuki can make smaller cars only. Similarly, people all over the world also believe something similar.

 Task At Hand 

You are the CMO of Suzuki India and have decided to ‘relaunch’ the Kizashi in Indian Market.

 Deliverables:

1) PPT consisting of: -Phase-wise Implementation Plan, Product life cycle, Budget for relaunch and marketing campaign, Marketing Strategies (2 conventional & 2 unconventional), SWOT analysis.

2) Facebook, Radio & Newspaper campaigns

3) Make STP and make Competitive Analysis based on your STP

Submission deadline: 12:45PM

[thekimspoblog]

Episode 1:

“November”

Description:

“The Year was 2016. The result of the presidential election set the whole country reeling. Confused about morality, confused about reality! Kim Wexler was no exception. And so she returned to the only person she could trust.”

Cold Open:

Fade in from red-orange to the back of a woman’s head. The ponytail seems familiar, but as the camera rotates around her, the face is revealed to not be any established character (ideal casting: Hadley Delany). The woman is battle-hardened, wearing a bulletproof vest and camouflage to blend in with the scrub of the desert she’s crossing. She walks slowly and carefully holding a metal detector. She stops to dig a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket. Her gloves are tattered, and the fingers that poke through are black with dirt. On the scrap are gps coordinates: 43.9479° N, 104.8614° W.

The map on her cell phone suggests that she is already at the precise location; she should be right on top of it. Still, it takes hours of walking around before the metal detector begins to chirp. Digging at the spot with a shovel takes another hour. At the sound of the shovel hitting metal, the woman falls to her knees and begins to dig the lockbox up with her hands. As the camera pulls back from the dig site and pans upward, the sound of sirens gets louder and louder. Off in the far, far distance is a towering inferno and clouds of black smoke. The city is burning.

Title Card:

White cursive over a black background reads “Slippin’ Kimmy”. The theme song is ethereal and haunting, with bells, strings, and woodwinds. A trail of footprints represent the ellipsis on both sides of the text. Blue flowers sprout from the “i”s in the name, and the footprints turn dark red.

Episode:

[Ext. B&W wide-angle shot of Route 550, Colorado Turnpike]

Over the sound of wind and crackling radio static, “Tide is High” by Blondie fades in. A second-hand white Honda Accord speeds northbound (right-to-left), leaving the road signs shaking in its wake.

[Int. car]

Kim Wexler is singing along with the radio at the top of her lungs. She adjusts the rearview mirror. Everything else is black and white, but the blue of her eyes are an exception. So is the blue road sign up ahead: “ADX Montrose: 3 Miles”.

[Int. Prison visitation lobby]

A color TV is mounted to the wall. The broadcast has been monopolized by Donald Trump’s ugly orange mug. His image is inescapably plastered on every television in America. Text appears at the bottom of the screen, stylized after a vintage flip-clock. The numbers tick downward to “11.19.2016 1:24 pm”. Kim walks to the front desk, doing her best not to look at the TV set. The woman at the front desk recognizes Kim and already visibly dislikes her.

Kim: I’m here to see my client, James M. McGill.

She retrieves her license from her purse and hands it to the woman. The woman looks at it, then types something into her computer.

Front Desk: Your license to practice is invalid.

Kim: Really? That’s news to me. It must just be a bug, right? Someone typed the wrong information into the system?

Front Desk: No. Your license hasn’t been valid in years. You’re not a lawyer. In fact, I Googled Kimberly Wexler the last time you were here, and it turns out your name has been in the newspaper. It says you were disbarred; grand theft auto. And you’ve had the nerve to wave that card around like I wouldn’t catch on. You realize this makes my job harder, right? Years of naively letting some stranger alone with the inmates, possibly giving them weapons? I could be fired for compromising security like that!

Kim: I’m sorry. Please. Hand to god, the only thing I ever smuggled in was a pack of cigarettes. I just wanted to see my husband.

Front Desk: You’re gonna have to wait your turn like the rest. You can call him through the glass, just like everyone else. And by the way! Cigarettes clog our drains, set off sprinklers, and facilitate trading between convicts, which inevitably leads to fights. So don’t think that part was harmless either!

Kim turns around and ambles back to the rows of plastic chairs to sit down. Ok, she’d wait.

[Hours pass. Crossfade to the same shot of Kim in the lobby. By now two more women have arrived and are sitting a few chairs away from Kim talking. The flip clock ticks upwards to “11.19.2016 3:35 pm”. The voice of one of the women talking fades in]

Prison Wife 1 (ideal casting: Evan Rachael Wood): I didn’t get home from the hospital until 1 am. But it’s okay. I know he still loves me.

Prison Wife 2: Sounds like he’s more trouble than he’s worth.

When Prison Wife 1 glances in Kim’s direction, we can see her left eye is bruised black. Kim recoils a little. Her instinct is to take pity on this woman, to lecture her on abuse statistics in the hopes that would save her. But Kim stops herself, realizing how condescending and hypocritical that would be. Whether or not these women were victims, it wasn’t her job to swoop in and protect them. The woman at the desk was right; Kim wasn’t here as a lawyer. And these women were her peers.

Prison Wife 2: His parents got the money though, right?

Prison Wife 1: Yeah, but my foreman is wanting me to sign a statement saying I caused my own injuries, because I was asleep at the wheel.

Prison Wife 2: Well how does that reflect any better on them? They keep you going on three hours of sleep a night, and then it’s your fault if you’re tired? That’s bullshit!

Prison Wife 1: It is bullshit! But the important thing is the job is done. Bruce’s parents are taken care of.

Kim: Wait. So Bruce is your… ?

Prison Wife 1: Fiance. The one I’m here to see.

Kim: And his parents are… ?

Prison Wife 1: In a better home now. Thanks to me.

Kim: And this (she gestures to the black eye) happened at a construction site? Your fiance didn’t do that?

Prison Wife 1: Not directly! But I told him I didn’t want to take that gig in Lakewood. I knew it was dangerous.

Kim: You’re a construction worker?

Prison Wife 1: Carpenter. Independent contractor. I’m not an employee; they just control when I eat, sleep, and use the toilet. That’s all.

Prison Wife 2: What did Bruce do? Why’s he locked up?

Prison Wife 1: You’re not supposed to ask those kinds of questions!

Prison Wife 2: You won’t tell? Fine! I’ll go; mine’s not that bad. My Johnny stole a dog! He liked this animal, and he didn’t think the owner was taking care of her, so he stole her. That’s it! But he’s black Sicillian, so you know.

Kim: If I were you, I wouldn’t sign that admission of fault.

Prison Wife 1: But they are strongly implying they’re gonna fire me if I don’t!

Kim: Get a personal injury lawyer. A strongly worded letter is usually enough to preempt wrongful termination.

Prison Wife 1: I can’t afford that!

Kim: There are tons of affordable small practices out there. Most of the billboards I saw on my way here are for criminal lawyers, but most of the ones along I-25 are Personal Injury.

Prison Wife 1: Do you see this jacket? Look at how good a condition this jacket is in. I’ve had this jacket for eight years. I scrimped and saved for this jacket. So I might be broke, but I’m not cheap. I have taste! And those billboards? Those guys have no taste. How can I trust someone’s judgment when they’re so… tacky?

Kim: You don’t know the full story.

Prison Wife 2: What about you, Zoe DeShannel? (referring to Kim’s haircut) What did your friend do?

Kim thinks for almost a full minute, deciding what to say. There’s a flicker of guilt on her face, but then her discomfort twists into a strange smile. She leans in close to answer:

Kim: He helped me kill my boss.

Prison Wife 1: (whispering) Nice.

Prison Wife 2: Hey, I know that guy!

A guard has just entered from the hallway.

Prison Wife 2: (Running over to him) Artie? Artie! It's me; Terry? You sat 2 desks away from me in chemistry?

Guard: (a little overwhelmed) Oh Terry! Yeah, it’s been a while. How are you?

Prison Wife 2: Not good, Artie. I’m not going to lie. Hey! Hey Artie? My friends and I just really miss our boyfriends, and we’re desperate for a hero. Maybe you could unlock that door behind you and then just… count to ten?

Guard. I can escort you to Visitation. You’ll be able to talk to them over a direct line.

Prison Wife 2: See, we considered that. But we would really appreciate something with a little more physical contact? It’s very important for mental health.

Kim: And it helps deter recidivism!

Prison Wife 2: But I can understand why you’re reluctant to leave us unsupervised with criminals. I have an idea! Why don’t you stay in the room and watch us the whole time? That way, if I’m hiding contraband, you’d catch me pulling it out.

The guard ponders this offer.

Guard: I’d be risking my job. Seems like I should get to do a little more than watch.

Terry hesitates. That would be outside of her comfort zone.

Prison Wife 1: Her boyfriend is very possessive. Jealous. I don’t think he’d react well to that kind of proposition. Mine on the other hand is a little more open-minded.

Guard: I’ve always had a crush on you, Terry… But fine, I’ll take the blonde.

The woman at the front desk is glaring daggers at the hushed exchange taking place near the hallway. Artie unlocks the door with his keycard, and the four step inside the facility. 

Jimmy has been moved to Block A due to overcrowding. Staring up at the top bunk, he idly plays with a loose bolt on the bed. He jumps a little when the steel door screams open.

Guard: McGill. You’ve got a conjugal visitation.

Conjugal? What? Federal Prisons didn’t allow… Oh no. Was it Thursday again already? Kim stepped inside the claustrophobic cell.

Guard: I’m going to lock you in here until I get back.

Both wives took the guard’s hands in theirs and started to lead him down further down the hall.

Prison Wife 1: You’ve got roughly an hour and a half.

Kim: You know you don’t have to do this.

Prison Wife 1: Everything’s under control. Like I said, Bruce owes me one.

Kim gave a puzzled look. The guard turned the key in the steel door, locking Jimmy and Kim in together.

Kim: Hey

Jimmy: Yourself. What happened to your license?

Kim: I got pinched. It was only a matter of time. How are you holding up?

Jimmy: Same old, same old. You get to lift weights, pick up trash by the highway, sew made-in-America sweatshop textiles, whittle bars of soap into the shape of your childhood dog. Yes, camp is very entertaining, and they say we’ll have some fun if it stops raining.

After a pause, Kim beams at him. She moves in to embrace him and kiss him passionately.

Kim: I figured out how to get you out on parole.

Jimmy: (at the same time) You need to stop coming here.

Kim: Wait. What?

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

Call me old school but "modern" cars are way too overkill.

My car (a used 2010 Honda accord) was totalled and I'm currently renting a 2018 Ford edge from my insurance company while I find a new vehicle.

Now driving this thing feels like driving a damn spaceship or the DeLorean from Back to the Future. There's just so many damn buttons, dials, lights, and just fluff in the dash and center console it's straight up hard to drive. On closer inspection, at least 5 buttons control the light above the driver and passenger's head.

Like what is all this??? Why do we need this many buttons???

And the stick for changing gears? It's that little dial in the second photo. You swivel it to change whether you're in park, reverse, drive, etc. I feel like it's gonna just randomly pop into a different gear while I'm driving!

And why the touch screen?? We don't need a massive ipad embedded in the console! Touch screens are not safe to drive with! I almost got in another accident trying to turn down the AC because I have no tactile feedback in the controls!

By old car was built like this:

Most of those buttons were for the radio. Dials for the AC and how to direct it, and those dials clicked when you moved them so you could tell how far they'd moved. The stick shift clunked when you moved it so you could tell how many times it had been moved and you felt it lock into place. Only a couple buttons on the steering wheel, three for cruise control, three for the audio system. And even this was the most buttons I had to learn ever! I'd argue some of the 'features' in that car were kinda useless and needless to have and just took up space!

Maybe I'm just crotchety and old (I'm 24 lol) but we don't need all this shit in cars! It's straight up distracting and unnecessary. It's a car. It gets you from point A to point B. I don't think you'd ever catch my driving a car any newer than like 2014.

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 11.1 (after 1950)

1950 – Puerto Rican nationalists Griselio Torresola and Oscar Collazo attempt to assassinate US President Harry S. Truman at Blair House. 1951 – Operation Buster–Jangle: Six thousand five hundred United States Army soldiers are exposed to 'Desert Rock' atomic explosions for training purposes in Nevada. Participation is not voluntary. 1952 – Nuclear weapons testing: The United States successfully detonates Ivy Mike, the first thermonuclear device, at the Eniwetok atoll. The explosion had a yield of ten megatons TNT equivalent. 1954 – The Front de Libération Nationale fires the first shots of the Algerian War of Independence. 1955 – The establishment of a Military Assistance Advisory Group in South Vietnam marks the beginning of American involvement in the conflict. 1955 – The bombing of United Air Lines Flight 629 occurs near Longmont, Colorado, killing all 39 passengers and five crew members aboard the Douglas DC-6B airliner. 1956 – The Indian states Kerala, Andhra Pradesh, and Mysore are formally created under the States Reorganisation Act; Kanyakumari district is joined to Tamil Nadu from Kerala. Delhi was established as a union territory. 1956 – Hungarian Revolution: Imre Nagy announces Hungary's neutrality and withdrawal from the Warsaw Pact. Soviet troops begin to re-enter Hungary, contrary to assurances by the Soviet government. János Kádár and Ferenc Münnich secretly defect to the Soviets. 1956 – The Springhill mining disaster in Springhill, Nova Scotia kills 39 miners; 88 are rescued. 1957 – The Mackinac Bridge, the world's longest suspension bridge between anchorages at the time, opens to traffic connecting Michigan's upper and lower peninsulas. 1963 – The Arecibo Observatory in Arecibo, Puerto Rico, with the largest radio telescope ever constructed, officially opens. 1963 – The 1963 South Vietnamese coup begins. 1968 – The Motion Picture Association of America's film rating system is officially introduced, originating with the ratings G, M, R, and X. 1970 – Club Cinq-Sept fire in Saint-Laurent-du-Pont, France kills 146 young people. 1973 – Watergate scandal: Leon Jaworski is appointed as the new Watergate Special Prosecutor. 1973 – The Indian state of Mysore is renamed as Karnataka to represent all the regions within Karunadu. 1976 – Burundian president Michel Micombero is deposed in a bloodless military coup d'état by deputy Jean-Baptiste Bagaza. 1979 – In Bolivia, Colonel Alberto Natusch executes a bloody coup d'état against the constitutional government of Wálter Guevara. 1979 – Griselda Álvarez becomes the first female governor of a state of Mexico. 1981 – Antigua and Barbuda gains independence from the United Kingdom. 1982 – Honda becomes the first Asian automobile company to produce cars in the United States with the opening of its factory in Marysville, Ohio; a Honda Accord is the first car produced there. 1984 – After the assassination of Indira Gandhi, Prime Minister of India on 31 October 1984, by two of her Sikh bodyguards, anti-Sikh riots erupt. 1987 – British Rail Class 43 (HST) hits the record speed of 238 km/h for rail vehicles with on-board fuel to generate electricity for traction motors. 1991 – President of the Chechen Republic Dzhokhar Dudayev declares sovereignty of the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria from the Russian Federation. 1993 – The Maastricht Treaty takes effect, formally establishing the European Union. 2000 – Chhattisgarh officially becomes the 26th state of India, formed from sixteen districts of eastern Madhya Pradesh. 2000 – Serbia and Montenegro joins the United Nations. 2001 – Turkey, Australia, and Canada agree to commit troops to the invasion of Afghanistan. 2009 – An Ilyushin Il-76 crashes near the Mir mine after takeoff from Mirny Airport in Yakutia, killing all 11 aboard. 2011 – Mario Draghi succeeds Jean-Claude Trichet and becomes the third president of the European Central Bank. 2012 – A fuel tank truck crashes and explodes in the Saudi Arabian capital Riyadh, killing 26 people and injuring 135.