It doesn’t move that much, so a picture is just as good as a video.
You don’t need to video it.
Especially not from the Forth Road Bridge.
Especially not from a moving vehicle on the Forth Road Bridge.
Especially not a moving vehicle that you are in the driving seat of.
Especially not when you are doing 20mph under the speed limit, and lane discipline appears optional
Especially not when I am overtaking you on my bike, and you start to swerve in my direction.
Dear grocery store people, if you insist on putting cheap cardboard POP displays right at the end of the aisle, where I will run into them if there’re people in the way and I have to make a tight turn, then you can pick up all the 800 whatever the hell they were that fell off it when I hit it.
Kid, if you are not going to look both ways before crossing the street, do you also have to wear black while you screw with your life? This is crazy, but I would really rather not have to scrape you up off the road, or my car.
That just happened in my city the other day. A 31-year-old woman was crossing the road…at night…wearing dark clothing…at a curve in the road…and it was foggy. A car hit her and she died of her injuries. I feel terrible for the driver of the car.
Its funny, I thought Iowa was better than this, but Sunday night, some asshole stole the political sign in my yard. I didn’t realize it until I got home last night, but sure enough, gone.
I’ll be stopping by the Democratic offices today to pick up two of the standard Obama signs.
We actually had our sign custom made: Registered Republicans for Obama 2012. So it really pisses me off that someone stole it. Its not like it was a standard campaign sign.
Hey assholes, steal another and I’ll actually start donating to his campaign and canvassing on his behalf.
I got sick, and its the most annoying cold. I cough, then hiccup. If I’ve eaten recently, a bolus of food comes racing up and I have to struggle not to spit up while I’m hacking/gagging/hiccuping/burping/gasping.
I probably should have called in sick at work, but then I only get a flat 8 hours of sicktime vs 10+ hours that actually count toward overtime. And I’ll still be hacking/gagging/hiccuping/burping/gasping at home so its not like I’ll magically feel any better :mad:
Some of the fixie (single speed bicycle) pedalers around here deliberately wear all black with no lights or reflectors, based upon “you can’t hit what you can’t see.” :rolleyes:
While we’re at it, it would be great if they’d look up from their phone/iPod and/or get off their bikes before zooming across the road. Pedestrians are responsible for their own safety - pedestrians who forget this will get hurt eventually (and if you’re a cyclist on the sidewalk crossing in crosswalks, you should be a pedestrian).
Maybe that’s what’s going on with the cyclists I see around here, cycling with no lights and no reflectors in dark clothing at night. I just thought they were incredibly stupid.
Oh, I remember my complaint (thanks for reminding me, Incubus) - I have surgery scheduled for Friday, and everybody at work and everyone I know is sick. If I get sick, I’ll probably have to re-schedule the surgery that I’ve been waiting five months for. Healthy vibes, people! I need them!
What I saw last night crossing the street in my neighborhood was a bunch of high-school-aged boys, several in dark sweaters and they didn’t seem to look at me until I stopped. I was only going 15-20 mph so i had plenty of time to stop, but I still don’t like it.
I also saw some dude in black cross after I passed him by and I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with some people. I only saw the light reflect off his shaved head.
I decide to take a walk today and before I head across the bridge, I walk over to the convenience store/deli across the street from where I work, which is in the annex of an apartment building along with a dry cleaner and a small liquor store. As I’m walking up to the end with the dry cleaner, a nicely dressed young woman comes out walking a dog and starts walking away from me toward the apartment doors.
About three seconds later, this crazy young blond woman comes out in a near panic. She stops and stares at the other woman for a while. Then she yells out “Hey, that looks like my dog! <long pause> Come back here!” Woman with the dog keeps walking. Blond woman walks into the annex right behind me, eyes looking completely unhinged and mutters “that looks exactly like my dog!” in a voice of pure crazy.
I walked toward the convenience store, she went into the liquor store. I walked out the other side of the annex after completing my business.
That’s great that these doggie poop bags are Earth Friendly, I like to do what I can to make our planet a little more sustainable. But if you can’t design the thing to open up in less than a minute, don’t expect me to buy your product. Its not even cold yet, I’m not going to stand around for minutes in the snow with my gloves off come winter. I’ll buy the plastic bags that open up instead.
I bought a new car for my wife last night. They didn’t have the right color, so they were going to trade with another local dealer and we’d pick it up today.
EHHH. Wrong. Didn’t happen. Today they say that car was already sold and they’re going to bring one down from Flagstaff for tomorrow.
I suppose it’s going to have a different VIN. I suppose it will have more than 12 miles on it. I suppose they’re going to want me to spend 4 more hours of my life signing all the same paperwork AGAIN and still pay full price from last night on this other car. I suppose there’s nothing I can really do about it.
As I’m sure that everyone knows, I’m getting married in July. If anyone doesn’t know, please tell me because that means that I managed to not flood the entire interwebz with the announcement.
Anyhow…I’m getting married in July. That’s a long time away. My beloved butthead is making most of the arrangements because its happening in his state. Why, oh why does everyone now think that my wedding is going to be all that I want to talk about now?
This is just a big party. Its not my life. Its not MY SPECIAL DAY, its a party that Bill and I are having to share our joy with our friends.
Its not my friends who are constantly demanding updates, its the people I work with…paid or volunteer…that have to know every single detail everytime they see me.
I really don’t want to do these parties with a bad attitude, but if I’m so crabby about it now, well, it just doesn’t bode well.
I wanna go to Vegas and find a midget Elvis preacher.
