
xAFBx, photo by Flickr user BMHC Photography
Lessons learned: when you get a ticket for vehicular… misdeeds (nothing serious) out of state, you should just pay it and save yourself a whole lot of trouble down the road. Because I am learning this lesson far too late in life, I’m going to be spending my morning, and possibly my day, at the DMV reinstating my drivers’ license. (For the record, everything’s settled with a New Jersey township; I have a certification that its problems with me no longer exist; etc.) For that reason, I’ve got two three guestbloggers for you today who are covering for me. Exciting!
M. LeBlanc is a recently unemployed civil rights lawyer and humorless feminist who blogs sporadically at Bitch Ph.d.
Ned Resnikoff is an NYU Philosophy major, national politics blogger at NYU Local, and part-time Tumblr-er and tweeter.
Update: Late addition, but a proud one! Jamelle Bouie is a recent UVA grad, “full-time” blogger at the League of Ordinary Gentlemen and proud member of the Grape Drink Mafia. You can also find him on twitter and tumblr.
These guys were nice enough to volunteer when I tweeted a call for guestbloggers. So you guys know, when I do that, I’m completely serious. Hardcore teaches you to pass the mic around.



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I’ve been to hell. I spell it…I spell it DMV
Anyone that’s been there knows precisely what I mean
Stood there and I’ve waited and choked back the urge to scream
And if I had my druthers I’d screw a chimpanzee-call it pointless
When I need relief I spell it THC
Perhaps you may know vaguely what I mean
I sit back and smoke away huge chunks of memory
As I slowly inflict upon myself a full lobotomy-call it pointless
Barbecues, tea kettles, gobs of axle grease
There comes a time for every man to sail the seas of cheese
Now, life’s a bowl of bagel dogs, but there are unpleasantries
Cold toilet seats, dentist chairs and trips to DMV-call it pointless
I’ve been to hell. I spell it…I spell it DMV
Anyone that’s been there knows precisely what I mean
I’ve stood in line and waited near an hour and fifteen
And if I had my druthers I’d screw that chimpanzee-call it pointless
Primus, “DMV” — Pork Soda, 1993.