So here’s why I’m not doing an SNL editorial this week…quite simply, I’ve been put through the wringer. So much so, that doing ample research on music sound-alikes in comedy sketches seem to pale in comparison to things that made me want to pull out an ample supply of hair from my head. Let’s begin with the fact that I have a car that’s about to turn 12 years old—which may not sound like a lot of time, but I measure car years the same way people measure “Dog Years”. The fact that it’s running to this day is a feat in itself; but this week, I almost had to say goodbye to it.
Where I live, there happens to be a steep driveway—say, about 200 ft. long at about a 60 degree angle, AND it’s also curved. Normally, I take a walk down the driveway to grab my mail for the day and then power my way back up (It’s one of the few times I can get some exercise in); but a few days ago, there was a bit of a cold snap, so I decided to hop in my car to grab the mail; which I do. I then try to do a 3-point turn between my driveway & my neighbor’s driveway—which, when driving an automatic car, requires a little bit of gear shifting. So I pull up slightly on my neighbor’s driveway, then I reverse, but then I try to go forward again…and that’s when I continued to reverse even though that’s not what I wanted to do. I put it in Park, and I’m still reversing to a point where I’m about to roll into the road; so I hit my brakes (regular & emergency) and I try to catch my breath a little. I’ve had cars with transmission problems before, and I certainly didn’t want to go through that Hell again—even though my car was now old enough for it to be an inevitability. Once I get myself collected, I try to drive again, and this time I’m not moving at all. I reverse, and I still don’t move. Even when I put it in neutral…Nothing. I was Fucked with a capital F-U-C-K-E-D. Fortunately, I was a member of AAA (Which, even if you’re a brand new driver, I STRONGLY recommend you get a membership to at some point). I was able to call a tow truck even though I was at the bottom of my own driveway. After a quick look under the hood, the problem wasn’t the transmission (thankfully), but rather that the cables that were attached to my gear shifter had simply rotted away. They did a quick soldering job on them just so I can drive back up the hill to my house, and eventually it led to an easy (and cheap) fix.
On top of that happening, I was also getting over a bad case of Sinusitis; which—as a person who records & voices radio commercials—is probably the Last thing I wanted in addition to the extra stress. Suffice to say, it was a rough week; and because of this rough week, and the fact that it’s now a long weekend, I hope you don’t mind my holding off on an otherwise trivial matter like “Why does SNL replace their music in sketches sometimes?” (That, and this was also one of those “Deep in the Rabbit Hole” kind of topics I wasn’t adequately prepared for) That being said, when we resume doing S.O.S.N.L. on a daily basis again in the summer, that’s when you’ll see that editorial. Next week, we will still do our “Movie Parodies” list, but for now, this has been a really stressful couple of days, and I need the weekend to unwind. Stay tuned, MAYBE I can squeeze in a “Vintage” sketch/show review, and we’ll TRY to do it again next week—wonky car or otherwise.