One point twenty-one jigawatts!

Dave, the solution: Fall in love with some woman, then have her die on the verge of your wedding ceremony. Capture her soul in a special jar, bought in al old Oriental antiques shop, and keep it lovingly by your bedside, where it will be silent and still but glow never-so-slightly in the small hours of the morning. Then borrow the electronics book from Wes and learn electronics. Then borrow Amish at gunpoint and build a car. Then--and this is the most important part--fit the soul bottle into the car's electrics. Boom, there you go: the soul of your ex-human fiance will speak to you through the speakers, and help you parallel park. Assuming she can parallel park.

Oh, and you might as well throw in a flux capacitor while you're at it.

Any Des Moinesians want to do anything tonight? Sevenish? Ochoish?

Let's put on a western themed musical about the undead: Annie Get Your (Zombie) Gun.