I always thought that working in automotive safety testing would be cool. Assuming you're one of the people who gets to push buttons and watch brand-new cars slam into walls, that is. That and having your blaster's permit are about the coolest fucking occupations I can think of, other than maybe being the costume consultant for a movie with a bunch of schoolgirls. As I pointed out this weekend (you weren't there), I would do that shit for free.

I also love the ratings system the car crash guys have. "Poor," "acceptable," and "good." That's a cynic's system if I ever saw one. No matter what rating you get, you can't be all that pleased with it. "Hey everybody, good news! We put millions of dollars into R&D and we got an... Acceptable!"