People who want to get married in the worst way usually do.

Twins.

That line up there is mine. I've used it for years and thought of it again this morning as I read Facebook posts from a single person who, past the typical age for getting married, posts often about dating, finding a mate, how someone in a relationship should behave....

USAToday.com had a lead article this morning about the "black boxes" the law now requires be installed in all new cars sold in the U.S. It records things like speed, braking, seat belt use, steering angle, throttle position, and other data for the 20 seconds before and after any crash. (How does it know I'm going to crash in 20 seconds, and why didn't it warn me??)
Black boxes firs appeared in some upscale cars beginning in 1994, recording only a very few pieces of data. As of September of this year they're required in all cars and record a ton of stuff. I don't know if it includes GPS data; didn't read about that.
Privacy rights? As in, who has access to this data? Can your insurance company get it and deny your claim? Can an opposing lawyer get it for a lawsuit against you? How about an angry spouse looking for ammunition in a divorce case? A sleazy lawyer slips the wrecking yard attendant a C-note, goes back to Row 16, and builds his case. (It's more complicated than that, but you get the idea.)
Apparently those issues haven't been addressed, so some firms sell a lock that goes over the under-dash port from which the data is downloaded. That means a court order would be required to get your key to unlock that port. The cops would get that permission easily but others would have to demonstrate a legitimate need and right.
Every car with a black box dating back to 1994 is listed in a link at the end of this brief article. I'm not worried about it, but '65 Falcons, '59 Chevy trucks, and '09 Kia's aren't on the list.

This guy has just turned two. (Steve & Michelle's firstborn, Jason. His kid sister will arrive in April.) We're going in to his house for a b'day celebration - pizza and a few presents. Pam made dessert cupcakes.

I did some little tasks on the truck off and on throughout the day. Shortened some of the spark plug wires that were too long, fixed linkage on the carb I'd assembled incorrectly, installed the transmission cover and the choke and throttle knobs on the dash. Casual putzing. Relaxing.

I gotta make it to next Friday, but the Tylenol isn't getting it done. I pitched the unused pain meds they gave me after the surgery on my face. Shouldn't have done that.

Speaking of that surgery, I got a letter and form from the insurance company asking if the work I had done in November was related to an auto accident, if auto insurance was covering any of the related expenses, and if there was any legal action associated with the accident. Huh??
I checked no for all the boxes and then wrote them a note on the bottom of the form in red ink. "Where did you get the idea this was related to a car accident? I had cancer!"
Some computer needs a software upgrade.