"I suppose I ought to read you your rights?"
I ran over a nail in The Executor yesterday. In taking off the flat tire to put the doughnut on, one of the studs came off with the lug. One shouldn't drive around much on a doughnut, nor with only three bolts in the wheel, and the combination was frankly terrifying. It's all been taken care of, thank goodness, but it was a long and wobbly ride home.
As I mentioned in my previous entry, I have resumed work on my Dirty Harry compilation. I have run into a minor snag. Not a musical one, but an aesthetic one: I don't know what to call it.
Poll Dirty Harry