Right. Piano. Because that's what we used to kill that big demon that one time. No, wait. That was a rocket launcher.

Xander ,'Touched'


Natter 54: Right here, dammit.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


flea - Oct 16, 2007 8:08:43 am PDT #6916 of 10001
information libertarian

There's a bridge from DC to Alexandria where you can find yourself having to cross all 4 lanes of traffic in the brief span it takes to cross to the Potomac, if you're coming from DC and going S in VA.

Also, in CT they have this lovely rural highway (the Merritt Parkway) that everyone flies along (because they're all driving beemers and saabs) and it basically has no on-ramps, plus is hilly and tree-y. It's still a beautiful drive, but getting on is terrifying.


Daisy Jane - Oct 16, 2007 8:09:58 am PDT #6917 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

In that same vein. Fewer signs make streets safer. [link]


sarameg - Oct 16, 2007 8:10:58 am PDT #6918 of 10001

I was shocked that nobody pulled over until the last possible minute for an ambulance.

I got yelled at for doing that (edit: pulling over at all) in Houston a while back. Apparently there, you aren't supposed to. Beats me.


Frankenbuddha - Oct 16, 2007 8:12:27 am PDT #6919 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Rt 128 in MA is also more dangerous because it was built on the cheap (governor's non-civil-engineer brother in charge)

Why does this suprise not one bit?


Theodosia - Oct 16, 2007 8:13:59 am PDT #6920 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"

Why does this surprise not one bit?

According to my roommate, who grew up here, the bad design and execution displayed led to a Boston Globe editorial about why nobody ever complains about competent nepotism.


megan walker - Oct 16, 2007 8:14:26 am PDT #6921 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist

Bumper sticker: "Using your turn signal is not giving information to the enemy"

I so want this. You know, if I owned a car.


flea - Oct 16, 2007 8:15:48 am PDT #6922 of 10001
information libertarian

You could put it on your butt.


Liese S. - Oct 16, 2007 8:17:08 am PDT #6923 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

It's funny, 'cause I seem to go 75 all the time. It's the limit out here. And everyone seems to drive it, with a few exceptions. Then as I head east, the limit drops to 70, but everyone takes 5. Then it drops to 65, but everyone takes 10. It's odd.

"Using your turn signal is not giving information to the enemy"

Bwah! I used to feel this way in Indianapolis. Not about the turn signal, just about the general attitude. There was my current location, and there was my destination, and there was me in my car. Anything or anyone else between me and my destination was merely an obstacle to be overcome. My friends used to laugh at me. "We were waving at you, but you were so serious on the highway." Ah, but you were merely a speck on the lens of my destination.


megan walker - Oct 16, 2007 8:17:48 am PDT #6924 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist

You could put it on your butt.

Just what are you implying missy?!?


Jesse - Oct 16, 2007 8:18:27 am PDT #6925 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

One thing I like about Chicagoland drivers is that it's ingrained in them to pull over to the right lane/shoulder and stop as soon as you hear a siren. When I was out at my sister's in Las Vegas last week, I was shocked that nobody pulled over until the last possible minute for an ambulance.

OMG, that makes me INSANE here. Don't people know that they can use it to their advantage? I.e., slide through a red light to make room for the ambulance? Man, I hope I never need emergent care in midtown Manhattan.