Turns out the car has an anti-theft mechanism that recognizes whether or not the key is in the ignition. If it suspects that another object (like a screwdriver) is there, or that the car has been hot-wired, it shuts off the... the... the make-the-car-go-vroom-thing**. Engine. Yes. Everything else will work, but the car will cease movement. A fairly effective theft deterrant, I would think - if you cannot drive the car away and do not have a tow truck handy, it is rather difficult to steal.
It is also rather difficult to drive when that particular mechanism malfunctions, says "OMGTHEEEF!" and shuts down the engine when I attempt to start it in a normal, entirely-non-theiving manner.
Which is, for those who think I told you about this for no good reason and in reality I just keep running over nails and flattening my tires, the actual reason the Tahoe of Doom keeps blowing me a big fat raspberry.
This means that (a) hopefully the ToD will behave itself now, and (b) the ToD will not be sold until the cost of gas for the thing outweighs the benefit of being able to cart family members and our crap around with relative ease. Hoorayz.
takethemoneyrun: I'm sick. And I need something to help me sleep.
jenni_the_odd: Have some NyQuil.
takethemoneyrun: Mmmm, NyQuil.
jenni_the_odd: It is the moonshine of medicine.
takethemoneyrun: Hell, it's the moonshine of moonshine. *swig*
Nicole is gushing over the phone about marching bands she saw yesterday. Such a geek. It is wonderful. Speaking of bandgeekery, congrats to the MHS marching band on your straight 2s at Bands of America (which is, according to Nicole, equivalent to 1s at UIL). Yay for you!
[Before I quote this, it should be known that (a) we have a large fake toad sitting in the backyard. I put it there yesterday. People approaching from a short distance think it is real. It is almost six inches tall - HUGE toad. And (b), Mom almost never curses. Hell, she gets on my case for saying "crap".]
Mom: *telling about how the cat found the large fake toad we have in the backyard* And he was like, "Holy shit!"
Nicole: MOM SAID THE "SHIT" WORD!
Gabriel: MOM SAID THE "SHIT" WORD!
Alex: MOM SAID THE "SHIT" WORD!
Me: *comes running in from another room* MOM SAID THE "SHIT" WORD!
All: MOM SAID THE "SHIT" WORD! MOM SAID THE "SHIT" WORD! HEY DAD, MOM SAID THE "SHIT" WORD! HEY, EMMA!
Mom: It's what he would have said!
Nicole: *to friend on phone* Guess what, my mom said the "shit" word!
[Dad comes in]
Me: Dad, guess what mom said!
Mom: The cat said it!
Nicole: Mom said the "shit" word!
Mom: CATS DON'T SAY "POOP"!
I love it when Dad makes the "I cannot believe I married this person/these people share my genetic material" face.
*A word I have just made up. You be quiet
** I know, I know. I should have taken auto shop.