the general environment where you grew up feels correct in some undefinable way, I think.
The cicadas in IL and MI sound wrong compared to the ones in MO.
I thought this was an interesting take on the Tosh thing. [link] Of course the more I read about him the more he seems like a waste of basic elements.
We have a fireproof safe that we keep all of that crap, along with Grace's IEP in. What weird priorities
I keep thinking I need to buy one of those for my passport/social security card/birth cert.
Also, growing up in flat flat Indiana means that I still am all "ooh! Fancy!" when I see e mountains and water in Seattle. Love it even after 5 years.
It's comforting to see how many people confuse "but you never complain when bad things happen to guys!" with "I think you're a boring whiny windbag!" If you manage to trot through half these environments and not see people complain about M2M prison rape, for instance, that's likely on
you
and not for lack of "God, Stabler, you went there AGAIN???" Factor in that the more personally threatened a person feels the more likely they are to speak out--it does seem much more balanced than the people giving MRA a lousy name claim.
Tommy, I have to tell myself many of those are 'shopped, and the rest were comped a high-quality laser removal with good painkillers. Sheeit.
Unrelatedly--anyone here deliberately stop a car and a half, two cars behind the next one at an intersection? Is the assumption that that's always an artifact of the driver not paying attention? Or is it something people mean to do?
Unrelatedly--anyone here deliberately stop a car and a half, two cars behind the next one at an intersection?
No. I hate that (especially when I can't make a turn because drivers ahead of me are doing it). I have no idea why people do that.
I stop well behind large trucks to avoid unsecured crap falling off them when they take off again, but with regular cars I figure if I can see their bumper over my hood I'm far enough away.
I don't know, there's something poetic about a No Regerts tattoo. Like they must really mean it.
Speaking of driving--the other day I was driving on Broadway in Chicago and a car coming from the opposite direction made a left-turn in front of me, forcing me to slam on the brakes.
As I did my panic stop, there was some chirping sounds as wheels locked up for a fraction of a second before the ABS modulated the brakes to unlock the wheels. There was
not
a loud screeching sound that you get when you lock up the brakes on a non-ABS car.
I kind of miss that. There's something a little satisfying about the loud screech of brakes that calls attention to the asshole who forced you to slam on the brakes.
Yeah, my current Focus is the first car I've owned with ABS. Possibly the ABS prevented me from hitting a girl that ran out in front of me a few months ago, so I guess I can't complain.