Simple Bike Message
Cute simple message about bike safety via Gizmodo on a quiet Sunday.
I’m slightly disturbed by some of the comments left by the viewers:
As a cyclist who rides every day to work I say tough f*ing luck if you don’t like it. In downtown Denver I’m faster than all you twats stuck in traffic growing your fat asses. If the intersection is open I’m taking it. You want you’re (sic) road back? Give us real bike lanes or be prepared to ride behind me. Don’t worry, you’ll get to your red light on time. I don’t want you to think about me or act any different than if I were not there. I’m depending on your poor skills behind the wheel. I can see you texting, on the phone, fighting with your wife, changing the radio station, eating your fat ass burgers. I take full advantage of your lack of attention. As soon as people behind the wheel try to accommodate me, they suck even more. I don’t care if you hate me, if you want to hit me (you won’t), if I slow you down. Its my road too.
The rest of the ass hat comments run along these lines on both sides of the argument. It’s not a war, people.
Finally Happy
This morning at breakfast, SharkBoy looks up from his cretons and says:
“I can honestly say I’ve never been happier with my life.”
Verklempt, people.
I’ve been thinking about mine lately and not wanting to jinx it, but yeah I too have been thinking things have been groovy.
Pat was driving, and as we passed the turnoff for a shopping center she invited us to picture a four-burner stove.
“Gas or electric?” Hugh asked, and she said that it didn’t matter.
This was not a real stove but a symbolic one, used to prove a point at a management seminar she’d once attended. “One burner represents your family, one is your friends, the third is your health, and the fourth is your work.” The gist, she said, was that in order to be successful you have to cut off one of your burners. And in order to be really successful you have to cut off two.
I would say that my Career and Friends are definitely on “low”. But without any kind of remorse or regret.
Of course, the job could be better, but it wouldn’t be called a “job” or “work” or “Mind numbingly stupid shit” then, right? The state of our home is where I want it to be, except maybe a new couch that’s more conducive to snuggling AND video game playing. But these sorts of things are just that… things. I’ve always thought of personal possessions as transitive, ever since my older brother took some of my Star Wars models and shoved firecrackers into them for a school video project. I consider new purchases “goals” and not rampant consumerism or greed.
Friends? My best ones don’t live in Toronto. The people I’ve forged the deepest trust and friendship with all live vicariously through Facebook or this blog (Hi Evil Panda! How’s the stilts coming?). When SharkBoy and I got married, we experienced a bit of a paradigm shift in friends but we’re making new ones and forging ahead. Again, I see friendships the same as consumerism: something ever shifting and changing.
Married life? I’m still having a blast and there’s no sign of that ebbing away. We finish each others sentences and not in an impatient way. We’re becoming The Twins on SuperJail.
Getting Ready For ‘Ween
French Lieutenant's Woman or Michael Jackson?
Yet Another Vampire
Col. Valdimir Vostok is ready to serve the Soviet Peoples
My Own Private Lesbian
Poof... You're a cat
Ungreatful Husband
Truly I worry when SharkBoy buys games. Not that I don’t trust him but there is some truth to this conversation:
Finally Getting the Joke
Where's Lisa?!
Yes. I may want to read this book now.
Steve Jobs Seething With Jealousy
Via James Urbiniak comes this leaked Microsoft self help video on hosting your own Windows 7 party! Double You to the Oh to the Oh to the Tee!
It’s all kinds of suck mixed with “you gotta be kidding” which makes me call bullshit! on the “leaked” part. I can’t imagine Windows Marketing team sitting around thinking “Hey lets get excitement for W7 by holding Tupperware Parties!”
Well, actually, judging by their ads in the last 5 years, I stand corrected. Their marketing department is fucked.
Imagine Apple trying something this incredibly lame. I can’t wait for the day when I dump this 6 yr old computer for a Mac.
I Said Plucking
It’s not so much that he swore, but the look on the co-anchor’s face to the left.
Getting Ready for ‘Ween
Multiple finger burns
When Danger Passes You By…
The weekend passed with little incident. Mom arrived on Friday to all the kids in Dad’s party room in his condo. It was a pleasant evening and at one point, SharkBoy and I spied Mom and Dad speaking candidly in the corner. To which we looked at each other and started to sing:
Laffs all around.
Unfortunately Mom fell ill the next day… I think I killed her with a vodka martini, and not a gin one that she usually drinks. Uhg. The next night’s dinner was amazing, but marred by Mom’s non-attendance. We went to Lola’s Commissary on Church at Charles. I highly recommend it. Fancy schmancy tapas-like shared meals
