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Of the two former founders of TVgasm, one of us ismaking a blogging splash once again, while yours truly can barely find enough time for a post a month. And while most of the world isn't exactly holding its' breath for me to find inspiration, I have enough traffic that people are submitting me things. So, here we have it, my frist submission! A license plate advertising blog.tv, which features videos and photos and ... blogs!

You don't have a lot of room in the trunk. Yes, I know it doesn't matter in this picture since the top is up, but you think that somebody who could afford a vanity plate like this could afford a slightly bigger car for those times when he needs to move his stuff. I hope his golf clubs are wearing their seatbelt.

Whenever I see a car with a vanity plate, I try to imagine what sort of job that person has. Is there such a thing as "personalized license plate squatting", because I have no clue why this guy would adorn his late 80s Chrysler Le Baron other than he hopes that Les Moonves wants to get the Chenbot a really nice anniversary gift in a few years.

I got into a little bit of a fender bender on Wednesday night. Long story short, on Sunset Boulevard, not enough time to stop, and I tap a Lexus slightly from behind. There are plenty of things I like to hit from behind, but a Lexus is not one of them, especially in my Acura. Come to think of it, I should probably work on hitting something from behind instead of blogging on a Saturday night.

The most important thing was nobody was hurt, and there was no damage to my car, but as you may have seen on my Facebook update, the other person in the accident was Jack Bauer. To clear a few things up, I did not hit Kiefer Sutherland, but rather John Bauer from Woodland Hills. In the end, it worked out for me, especially since I wasn't tortured for my little indiscretion.

Meanwhile, enjoy another addition to my vanity plate collection. I am not sure why this driver was advocating this aroma but for some reason I think I don't want to know.

It's Pi Day everybody! March 14th means you have only three more days to get your liver ready for St. Patrick's Day. It's also a day for mathematicians to wax poetic about one of their favorite constants. Well, I don't know if that is actually true, but I do know that I like to take some time every March 14th and think about that wonderful day in 1933 when Quincy Jones and Sir Michael Caine were born. Anyway, when you see this picture on five thousand other blogs today, at least you'll get the joke. [ jalopnik - Happy Pi Day Everyone ]

When I was in college, I tried to explain to a friend of mine what I looked for when viewing a movie. My answer was "Fights, car chases, you know, pimpy gun shit." One of the most reliable directors for me has always been Guy Rithcie, well except for one movie in particular. Jason Statham has always been a fairly reliable actor, When I saw previews for The Bank Job, I naturally assumed that it was directed by Guy Ritchie. It's a story about bumbling criminals who try to commit a crime, but mess things up, realize they are in over their heads, and must do everything possible to avoid being killed by my organized criminals. That is the plot of almost every Guy Ritchie movie ever made!

I was going to boycott The Bank Job out of spite, but I noticed it was directed by Roger Donaldson, and I owe him a lot for introducing the world to Natasha Henstridge in Species. Guy Ritchie's does have a movie coming out this year, and although it doesn't have Jason Statham, he is sticking to the plot he knows best. In the meantime, enjoy this great short Guy Ritchie did for BMW. It stars Madonna, Clive Owen, and the E39 M5.

Every now and then, I come across a vanity plate that actually makes sense. I went on a hike with a friend who was walking her dog at Fryman Canyon and while I waited in the parking lot (why do girls always make you wait?) I spotted this plate on an FJ cruiser. I say it makes sense because it looks like the car was fitted with all the requisite gear for a weekend at Big Bear. The driver still could have been a poseur, but at least they got the look down.

Now that one may make sense, but this one has got me completely baffled. I do know that it was not Keifer Sutherland.

Just don't tell them that the car in your dreams was a Citroën 2CV. I had a dream about the prom. I was driving with my friend Jenny on our way to the event, which for some reason was now taking place at Pace. Everything went as planned, but as we got there, I dropped the car at valet, turned to look, and I was driving a 2CV instead of my TL. I started to wonder what this all meant because I love my current car, so shouldn't I be dreaming of driving something much cooler? Maybe it wouldn't be classic Lincoln or sexy hot rod, but I thought my imagination would at least have me rolling around in a slayer-approved DS.

Another day in Los Angeles, another vanity plate. I am assuming this guy is a Star Wars fan. What I can't figure out is does he really think that a Sith Lord would be caught dead driving an X-type?

Another morning drive in Los Angeles, another silly vanity plate. I have no idea why this guy (and it was a guy) thinks he's "2 fly". Perhaps it's because he is saving the earth by driving a hybrid. All I know is that I have had Offspring in my head all day.

This morning, on the way to work, I passed by a BMW with the license plate "JTT". I thought for sure I was driving along the side of Jonathan Taylor Thomas, erstwhile star of Home Improvement. Alas, as I drove by, it appeared who ever driving the BMW had gone through puberty, so it wasn't JTT, but perhaps some impostor trying to fool all of the starry-eyed commuters on their ride to work.