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Metallica Barf
(Editor’s note: A submission by someone who calls himself “Night Writer”. First in a series.)
If you read the title and said to yourself “WTF is Metallic Barf?” you either won’t get this rant or you’ll think it’s excessive. This is a 50/50 rant with no middle ground. Like heads or tails you have to call a side. Now if you read this title and started laughing and called out car names like Acura CL or Mercedes C230, then you feel the same way I do about “Metallic Barf”.
There are many colors to choose from when you buy a car. There’s the classic black or white, the neutral silver, and green. Let’s not forget the racy yellow or red. Then there are variations of those colors, like burgundy, gunmetal, British racing green and sand. I don’t have a problem with any of those colors, but what I do have a problem with is Metallic Barf.
What is Metallic Barf? It’s complicated, there is no simple answer because many of the car manufacturers have this color, but each one has their own take on it. 
For example Acura has a version that looks like some fat ass ate an entire rotisserie chicken and washed it down with metallic flakes then barfed it up in a spray can.
Another great example is the Mercedes C230 hatchback. Now I’m not even going to go into how pathetic this car is. Lets save that for another rant. I’m just going to focus on the color. 
This fine machine was available in Metallic Barf as well, but this one looked like a yuppie went to a sushi joint and ate nothing but edamame and green tea ice cream then took a hand full of metallic chips and yacked out this brilliant color.
The color of a car says a lot about three groups of people, first the company that made the atrocious color, the dealer that sold the atrocious color, and the buyer of the atrocious.
So the company that decided to go with Metallic Barf had a panel, a group of people that said, “Yes, I’m not only okay with this color but I think we can sell this color”. Then there was the dealer that looked at this color and said “This is the perfect color for that one guy that otherwise would never buy our product. He’s going to buy this car not for the build quality or the performance, but for the snazzy color!”. Then there was the buyer that was driving down the street to get his/her café mocha latte grande half calf organic bean save the world coffee for $8.68 and saw this Metallic Barf colored car and fell in love with it.
I guess you can say if there’s a buyer for it we need to supply it, with that being said I want a canon mount system for my sunroof so I can gun down these idiots!
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picturesofmymother: This coy and ironic photo of my mother, snapped sometime in the 70’s, tells quite a tale and shows a side of my mom I have rarely seen.
She grew up a strong, hardworking midwesterner who married young and took care of everyone else while often overlooking herself (still is/does). I guess that’s a mom for you! As a young girl, I took for granted the myriad ways she went above and beyond in providing for me. I admit that at times I still take her presence for granted.
In 2006, when my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and went on to have a double mastectomy, she teetered between her strong “I have everything under control” facade and one of uncertainty and vulnerability (as the picture illuminates).
While the photo is admittedly humorous and shows my mom at about the same age I am now, it speaks volume about life and impermenance, and the inner struggles that plague us all.
She is my rock.
—Submitted by jilliansuesz
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