I know I have fallen behind, but at least I am reading again. I meant to read at least twelve books, which would be about one a month, and it being March, it is going to get harder to do as time marches along. Anyway, probably six months ago, we went to Half Price Books and I was lucky enough to find about four books of the great Charles Bukowski, a German American poet who I have been following for at least three years. I love the way he writes, dirty and natural. From his point of view he does no wrong, just takes care of his animal cravings. From the perspective of the women around him, he is kind of a rapist, and he would have a hard time fitting in to the modern era with its #MeToo movement and other assorted challenges for a confirmed "Dirty Old Man."
This book, again, like the last one, is a collection of stories that seem to be about him, more or less, being told maybe out of order, but I believe he is simply writing about his life. There are too many stories about horse racing to not be the case. He still likes being called Chinaski, as he is referred to in one of the small stories. This was a fake name he carried all the way through his Post Office book. The ones that catch my attention is when he basically "rapes" any woman he meets. In one of the stories, he is hanging with a friend and asks him if he knows any women. The friend says yes, they go over and Bukowski slithers his was way over to the girl and with other people sitting in the living room, he is already sticking his mouth under her skirt. She finds this behavior intriguing, runs off the other companions, but then Bukowski has a change of mind and decides he would rather drink. While trying to get drunker, he tells her he is going to go in the back door, which offends her.
A lot of the stories are get togethers with other poets and discussing who is the best of their time. It is interesting that Hemingway and others come up, but within his small circle, he is usually labeled the genius of the group. This book started out slow, but then at a certain point, I took off and was able to get through it in less than a week. Some of the stuff he writes about might be frowned upon in modern society, I just find it interesting that this man does not seem to mind discussing taboo stuff
It has been really hard to find time to read, with the phone always having new pictures on Snapchat, or new words to spell on WWF, but I think in the long run, reading will be more beneficial as it is a form of inputting thoughts in my head. I have to go home and pick out a new book to start reading.
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
3/6/18 Dreaming Of A New Truck?
I absolutely know I cannot afford a new or even used vehicle right now, but that doesn't mean I can't go look at them. Specially on a Sunday when no salesmen are around to push you into a bad decision. We didn't have much going on today (sunday), so Wife wanted to go check out where Javalina was having his talk with his class and a representative from the Capitol. After this, we headed over to locate the PAC, this is where his band is performing Tuesday afternoon by where the old Airport used to be. It was an extremely beautiful day, we ate subs from Which 'Wich and even sat outside for a minute or two. I told Wife if she wanted to hang out outside, we could go walk around Maxwell Ford for a bit. She rolled her eyes at me but said fine.
I am ok with driving the Excursion, but it is getting old. We bought it in 2004, but it still only has 150,000 miles or so. So, on the one hand, it is 14 years old, but it also has never had any real problems and I love that it is a giant. Wife tells me I should be thinking of buying a Kia Soul like hers. Uhh, I will agree that it is a cute car and it matches her perfectly, but she could be making twice my salary one day, bullshit she's going to choose my vehicle for me. I will consider another F-250, maybe an Expedition, or even an Explorer. I do like the Flex, but I would have to drive one before I agree to such a small vehicle.
So we parked over by the used vehicles and they had plenty of used Explorers, some loaded with leather and sunroofs and even 4x4 for around $35000. With only 20,000-30,000 miles, they are still practically brand new. I really liked the idea of one of these as I am not sure if we will continue with the RV lifestyle currently. Boy doesn't care anymore and Javalina has never been a fan of leaving the house, plus I really want to consider buying a condo/vacation place that is permanent. Anyways, I had to glance at the tiny cars that they always have a couple of, this time it was a BMW Z4 but not a convertible, and a Nissan something or other 2-seater that because it was a 2008, it was on sale for $10,799. I want a tiny convertible, but everyone makes fun of me cause I am a full sized cow.
Next, was the trucks, ever since I bought the 2008 in 2010, I am a fan of buying used but almost new. Loaded trucks with all the bells and whistles for a steep discount is something I can dig. The best looking truck was an F-150 though, just beautiful and looked expensive, but it was a 2011 and was going for $26,000. I would have been happy to have taken that truck.
I couldn't help myself but go and look at the new trucks. They had two black F-250s, one had patches and stuff indicating it was a "Black-ops" special edition and the other was just a standard black Lariat F-250. They must have been lifted a foot taller than normal, I could barely look into the cabin. I would give my left testicle for one of these beauties, but they were both above $70,000. Grrr, I need to win the lottery or something.
I am ok with driving the Excursion, but it is getting old. We bought it in 2004, but it still only has 150,000 miles or so. So, on the one hand, it is 14 years old, but it also has never had any real problems and I love that it is a giant. Wife tells me I should be thinking of buying a Kia Soul like hers. Uhh, I will agree that it is a cute car and it matches her perfectly, but she could be making twice my salary one day, bullshit she's going to choose my vehicle for me. I will consider another F-250, maybe an Expedition, or even an Explorer. I do like the Flex, but I would have to drive one before I agree to such a small vehicle.
So we parked over by the used vehicles and they had plenty of used Explorers, some loaded with leather and sunroofs and even 4x4 for around $35000. With only 20,000-30,000 miles, they are still practically brand new. I really liked the idea of one of these as I am not sure if we will continue with the RV lifestyle currently. Boy doesn't care anymore and Javalina has never been a fan of leaving the house, plus I really want to consider buying a condo/vacation place that is permanent. Anyways, I had to glance at the tiny cars that they always have a couple of, this time it was a BMW Z4 but not a convertible, and a Nissan something or other 2-seater that because it was a 2008, it was on sale for $10,799. I want a tiny convertible, but everyone makes fun of me cause I am a full sized cow.
Next, was the trucks, ever since I bought the 2008 in 2010, I am a fan of buying used but almost new. Loaded trucks with all the bells and whistles for a steep discount is something I can dig. The best looking truck was an F-150 though, just beautiful and looked expensive, but it was a 2011 and was going for $26,000. I would have been happy to have taken that truck.
I couldn't help myself but go and look at the new trucks. They had two black F-250s, one had patches and stuff indicating it was a "Black-ops" special edition and the other was just a standard black Lariat F-250. They must have been lifted a foot taller than normal, I could barely look into the cabin. I would give my left testicle for one of these beauties, but they were both above $70,000. Grrr, I need to win the lottery or something.
Monday, March 5, 2018
3/5/18 Maze Runner? (movie, 2014)
Recently, we saw previews for the 3rd installment of Maze Runner and it looked good. I told Wife and she said we should see parts 1 and 2 before we watch the third one. Thanks to the magic of DVRs and Netflix wife quickly said she had all three available for viewing. We didn't have much going on this weekend and since we went to the movies on Friday night, Saturday, we stayed in. We went to Central Market and got a bunch of overpriced foods to eat, it was payday Friday and we figured it was still cheaper than going out to eat.
The first Maze Runner was in a word, crappy. The kid wakes up in an elevator and pops up in the middle of a field, great for the initial suspense, but for us that haven't read the books, we need a little filler as to what or why these kids are getting put in the maze. We didn't get the explanation until almost the last ten minutes and by then I barely cared. There was one kid we were rooting for to survive and of course, they had to kill his fat little ass. Chuck did not fit the mold of the other kids who all looked like they could be "runners" and at least five years older. With his curly hair and chubby physique, I joked to Javalina, "look your twin." He said "shut up, you know a fat kid isn't going to make it to the end of the movie." I joked yeah, he reminded us of Piggy from Lord of the Flies, which he and Wife said the movie seemed like. I agreed, but that still didn't say why they were there in the middle of a maze. Add to that the foreshadowing of him giving the little carving to Thomas to give to his parents and we could tell he wouldn't make it. It was a senseless way to kill him too, I mean an errant shot with the escape door right there and the light of freedom coming through, come on, that was so much bullshit. I guess he was too young to see him make it through the next level, whatever.
Then there is the whole thing of the maze, that would be like a two billion dollar project, somebody would have to be financing that while the world around them is dying of a freak virus. Why erase their minds and not tell them anything about the maze? It obviously wasn't working as the kids were perfectly comfortable staying in the open field and sending the faster kids into the maze. Thomas wasn't like them, so as scientists, they were changing the mice they were putting in the maze, maybe they should have removed all the previous mice that refused to follow the rules that they didn't explain. What was the purpose of sending the girl in? She didn't do much other than be a girl. Was the maze a game of wits and strategy? Only Thomas seemed to out think it. Everyone else that got out did so by being a follower, nobody else was exceptional, if you are using this as a test to use their sperm to make the next generation of humans. Thomas kind of put the data together that had been gained by the runners so even his accomplishments are on the backs of others. Best you could say is they got out by working as a team, how does that help if the test is supposed to identify the truly gifted?
Needless to say, I told Wife to just delete parts two and three, fuck that. If the best they can do with an auxiliary character that the masses liked is kill him, for another second of "oh no!", then the books are not in tune with their audiences. For example, it is not uncommon in Chinese movies that the hero dies, like in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. American audiences would loose their minds if you killed the Rock, or Keanu Reeves or whoever is saving us. Same for the goofy sidekick, he should get out unscathed, he is there to make the moments lighter and add a touch of humanity.
The first Maze Runner was in a word, crappy. The kid wakes up in an elevator and pops up in the middle of a field, great for the initial suspense, but for us that haven't read the books, we need a little filler as to what or why these kids are getting put in the maze. We didn't get the explanation until almost the last ten minutes and by then I barely cared. There was one kid we were rooting for to survive and of course, they had to kill his fat little ass. Chuck did not fit the mold of the other kids who all looked like they could be "runners" and at least five years older. With his curly hair and chubby physique, I joked to Javalina, "look your twin." He said "shut up, you know a fat kid isn't going to make it to the end of the movie." I joked yeah, he reminded us of Piggy from Lord of the Flies, which he and Wife said the movie seemed like. I agreed, but that still didn't say why they were there in the middle of a maze. Add to that the foreshadowing of him giving the little carving to Thomas to give to his parents and we could tell he wouldn't make it. It was a senseless way to kill him too, I mean an errant shot with the escape door right there and the light of freedom coming through, come on, that was so much bullshit. I guess he was too young to see him make it through the next level, whatever.
Then there is the whole thing of the maze, that would be like a two billion dollar project, somebody would have to be financing that while the world around them is dying of a freak virus. Why erase their minds and not tell them anything about the maze? It obviously wasn't working as the kids were perfectly comfortable staying in the open field and sending the faster kids into the maze. Thomas wasn't like them, so as scientists, they were changing the mice they were putting in the maze, maybe they should have removed all the previous mice that refused to follow the rules that they didn't explain. What was the purpose of sending the girl in? She didn't do much other than be a girl. Was the maze a game of wits and strategy? Only Thomas seemed to out think it. Everyone else that got out did so by being a follower, nobody else was exceptional, if you are using this as a test to use their sperm to make the next generation of humans. Thomas kind of put the data together that had been gained by the runners so even his accomplishments are on the backs of others. Best you could say is they got out by working as a team, how does that help if the test is supposed to identify the truly gifted?
Needless to say, I told Wife to just delete parts two and three, fuck that. If the best they can do with an auxiliary character that the masses liked is kill him, for another second of "oh no!", then the books are not in tune with their audiences. For example, it is not uncommon in Chinese movies that the hero dies, like in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. American audiences would loose their minds if you killed the Rock, or Keanu Reeves or whoever is saving us. Same for the goofy sidekick, he should get out unscathed, he is there to make the moments lighter and add a touch of humanity.
Sunday, March 4, 2018
3/4/18 Is The Napoleon Complex A Real Thing?
I'll admit that I have periods where I am cranky or even bitchy, but it is always temporary, I generally have a good to great life so it is rare for me to stay upset too long. I thought of this Napoleon thing as I was standing behind the corn on the cob man at HEB. I dropped off Javalina and headed off to Academy for a pump to inflate our balls, I found my old pump was slashed along the hose. It is possible it got old and brittle or one of my little shits did it. Either way, the pump was over ten years old, so I went and bought a new one. I thought it would be nice for me to go to HEB and get a bunch of breakfast material to be ready for Saturday and Sunday morning. Walking around, I figured we BBQ most Sunday afternoons, so I also got meat for that. I got potatoes, but they can be meh, sometimes. I was going to get corn on the cob which comes out delicious on the grill, but no. Juan and Maria had a cart full of corns and they about ran away when I approached. I looked through what they left behind but nah, just the shitty corns.
Fast forward 5-10 minutes later and I am trying to choose a line to pay and they all had a couple people except where Juan was trying to pay for his corn. Little 5'5" Juan was trying to get the discount sale price of corns at 3 for a $1, instead of the normal 2 for a $1. His Wife had run away but he was standing firm and demanding he get the sales price. I had already gotten all my groceries off my cart as his were all in his, I thought he was about done. I have the worst luck choosing lines to pay. No matter where we go, I will stand behind the person who just discovered money, or he is still holding on to his checkbook and writing checks, or after being rung up decides he is going to send his kid to get one more thing. There we stood, maybe fifteen minutes before a manager came and approved the sale, which sucks, because this jackass took corn which I might have enjoyed. More unsettling was Dick, this employee who had the look of my brother in law, love the guy, but he has that look like he's never wrong. This little man (also a short guy), wanted to argue for the customer that we had just sold some corn to a lady at 3 for a $1, so what was the big deal. The big deal, Genius, is that now nobody else gets to enjoy your "loss leader" or whatever you call the discount items to get people through the door. He was mouthing off as my milk and meat were all getting warm, thanks, like he was fixing to benefit from the corn transaction.
He finally paid and went back to the Chocolate Factory or wherever short people work, and I was next. The clerk asked how I was doing, I had to say "better if I could have gotten some corns, Jackass took all of the good ones." I laughed it off and said I was fine just in time for Dick to show back up. Not sure if he was a manager being nosey or a bagger being lazy, he carried himself like he was 10ft tall, but he was dressed like the other baggers. He then proceeded to cut off my conversation with the guy when he saw my cinnamon rolls. The cashier said "ooh warm those up for a minute and aah, Heaven." Dick, of course made out of concrete, retorts "why? If you heat it up, the frosting is going to melt." He had a very passive aggressive tone, like I impregnated his wife or something, I just thought where is the love for me, little guy? You were defending the Helote man a second ago. As I paid and he helped put the last things in my basket, he told me "enjoy those cinnamon rolls..." I could hear "Fatboy" in the way he said it. I said "that was the plan."
I kind of believe this Napoleon Complex thing, when I was at UT, my roommate was a tad short, and oh man, did he have a short fuse. Every time he got drunk, we were holding him back from wanting to fight this or that person that had disrespected him or whatever. I just felt like I was dealing with the same type of hard head.
Fast forward 5-10 minutes later and I am trying to choose a line to pay and they all had a couple people except where Juan was trying to pay for his corn. Little 5'5" Juan was trying to get the discount sale price of corns at 3 for a $1, instead of the normal 2 for a $1. His Wife had run away but he was standing firm and demanding he get the sales price. I had already gotten all my groceries off my cart as his were all in his, I thought he was about done. I have the worst luck choosing lines to pay. No matter where we go, I will stand behind the person who just discovered money, or he is still holding on to his checkbook and writing checks, or after being rung up decides he is going to send his kid to get one more thing. There we stood, maybe fifteen minutes before a manager came and approved the sale, which sucks, because this jackass took corn which I might have enjoyed. More unsettling was Dick, this employee who had the look of my brother in law, love the guy, but he has that look like he's never wrong. This little man (also a short guy), wanted to argue for the customer that we had just sold some corn to a lady at 3 for a $1, so what was the big deal. The big deal, Genius, is that now nobody else gets to enjoy your "loss leader" or whatever you call the discount items to get people through the door. He was mouthing off as my milk and meat were all getting warm, thanks, like he was fixing to benefit from the corn transaction.
He finally paid and went back to the Chocolate Factory or wherever short people work, and I was next. The clerk asked how I was doing, I had to say "better if I could have gotten some corns, Jackass took all of the good ones." I laughed it off and said I was fine just in time for Dick to show back up. Not sure if he was a manager being nosey or a bagger being lazy, he carried himself like he was 10ft tall, but he was dressed like the other baggers. He then proceeded to cut off my conversation with the guy when he saw my cinnamon rolls. The cashier said "ooh warm those up for a minute and aah, Heaven." Dick, of course made out of concrete, retorts "why? If you heat it up, the frosting is going to melt." He had a very passive aggressive tone, like I impregnated his wife or something, I just thought where is the love for me, little guy? You were defending the Helote man a second ago. As I paid and he helped put the last things in my basket, he told me "enjoy those cinnamon rolls..." I could hear "Fatboy" in the way he said it. I said "that was the plan."
I kind of believe this Napoleon Complex thing, when I was at UT, my roommate was a tad short, and oh man, did he have a short fuse. Every time he got drunk, we were holding him back from wanting to fight this or that person that had disrespected him or whatever. I just felt like I was dealing with the same type of hard head.
Saturday, March 3, 2018
3/3/18 Black Panther (Movie)
We went and saw Black Panther tonight (Friday), on the late showing at 10:50pm at Alamo Drafthouse. We waited so late to make sure Wife got in town from her work. As is usually the case with Wife, she stayed late and didn't even leave La Pryor until almost 7:00pm. It seems her boss who was not there, set up a suicide prevention speaker to come and talk with the kids and parents through out the day, including an after school session with the parents that got away from them.
While Wife was being a hero down there, we spent the day cleaning, Boy cut the grass after I did a tune up on the mower. Javalina vacuumed, I washed clothes, and took out the trash. Anything to make Wife's time here more relaxed. Anyways, she showed up around 10:15pm and the movie was supposed to start at 10:50pm. We got in the theater right as they turned down the lights. Another minute and they might not have let us sit.
Black Panther has showed up in previous Marvel movies and he is interesting, this movie kind of gave us his background to tell us what makes him special. According to the movie, Wakanda, the country where Black Panther comes from is the site where a meteor containing Vibranium, which is the hardest metal in the universe. The movie picks up in time where T'Challa is to become king of Wakanda after his father died in the last Marvel movie. The dad was talking in front of the United Nations when they were attacked and he was killed. This set off a chain reaction where Black Panther got involved with Captain America and the gang. We are taken through a flashback to see a spy in the US get killed for betraying his country. This spy had a kid who becomes Kilmonger and because he is a descendent of the country of Wakanda he shows up and wants to fight the new king, who has to accept any challenge as the new king.
I don't want to give any plot points away, but prior to this there is a heist they must get involved in to get a huge chunk of their Vibranium metal back from a bad guy who seems to kill for fun. This just seems to be a good excuse to see Black Panther in action. There is a pretty good fight sequence followed by a high speed chase. They catch the bad guy, who is just a side distraction to get the now grown up spy's kid, Kilmonger, access to the country of Wakanda, complete with appreciation and even some loyalty from one of the "states leaders".
There is a lot of stuff going on and some pretty advanced technology, all home grown, not from another world like Thor, and his home planet, but from our own planet. The movie was very good, but not what I expected. It was still good and I never got a chance to get drowsy or fall asleep.
While Wife was being a hero down there, we spent the day cleaning, Boy cut the grass after I did a tune up on the mower. Javalina vacuumed, I washed clothes, and took out the trash. Anything to make Wife's time here more relaxed. Anyways, she showed up around 10:15pm and the movie was supposed to start at 10:50pm. We got in the theater right as they turned down the lights. Another minute and they might not have let us sit.
Black Panther has showed up in previous Marvel movies and he is interesting, this movie kind of gave us his background to tell us what makes him special. According to the movie, Wakanda, the country where Black Panther comes from is the site where a meteor containing Vibranium, which is the hardest metal in the universe. The movie picks up in time where T'Challa is to become king of Wakanda after his father died in the last Marvel movie. The dad was talking in front of the United Nations when they were attacked and he was killed. This set off a chain reaction where Black Panther got involved with Captain America and the gang. We are taken through a flashback to see a spy in the US get killed for betraying his country. This spy had a kid who becomes Kilmonger and because he is a descendent of the country of Wakanda he shows up and wants to fight the new king, who has to accept any challenge as the new king.
I don't want to give any plot points away, but prior to this there is a heist they must get involved in to get a huge chunk of their Vibranium metal back from a bad guy who seems to kill for fun. This just seems to be a good excuse to see Black Panther in action. There is a pretty good fight sequence followed by a high speed chase. They catch the bad guy, who is just a side distraction to get the now grown up spy's kid, Kilmonger, access to the country of Wakanda, complete with appreciation and even some loyalty from one of the "states leaders".
There is a lot of stuff going on and some pretty advanced technology, all home grown, not from another world like Thor, and his home planet, but from our own planet. The movie was very good, but not what I expected. It was still good and I never got a chance to get drowsy or fall asleep.
Friday, March 2, 2018
3/2/18 Pre-UIL Band Performance For Javalina?
This whole week was kind of stressful. I already hate a long week, when I work 4 nights instead of three (@12 hrs apiece), then add that Wife was coming and going all week long which means I have to slow down and interact with her, just enough. Boy started his new internship which also means he will be running around more than normal, and I have to be aware enough to ask about his new job and stuff, of course I am impressed, it's just that work demands quite a bit of me now compared to a few years ago. On top of everything, there was of couse, Javalina's band recital. The band recital is what you make of it. It can be an exercise to show how many parents give two shits, (not enough), it can also be a chance for other siblings of the band members to show how skilled they are at being annoying and making noise for no reason. The kids weren't quite as noisy as last time when I had to eyeball an Idiot and shush her with some heavy eye contact, but I still hate sitting among the unwashed masses.
Getting past all the BS, I like to think about when I was in band back in my youth. Crystal City had an especially big band back in the day. We were actually introduced as "The Pride of Crystal City, La Banda De Los Javalinas" Back in the late 80's, the band would average about 120 people strong. I didn't think that was that much, but that was in a school with about 400 total students in high school. The middle school Javalina is at has close to 3000 students, yet the total band kids is around 60, so half as many kids. What I don't understand is that they divide the kids into 3 bands for some reason. Because of this, the concert band is only a feeble ten students. This is hardly enough to be called a band, but they do what they can. The symphonic band has double, but still only twenty students or so. The wind ensemble starts sounding like a band to me, with their multiple trumpets and other instrument sets. The smaller bands are trying to get away with 1-2 flutes and clarinets and even saxophones.
Our full marching band might have something like 10-12 trumpets, 15-20 flutes and clarinets, at least 10 saxophones every year. That made a tremendous sound, even before I was in band, I could hear them at my house, practicing ten blocks away in the afternoons.
The bands last night did not have quite the power and relying on 1-2 kids to play through a technical part of a song is hard, those kids were doing the best they could, and I loved it. I could almost close my eyes and feel the movement of the song, it being a junior high band, it still had plenty of squeeking and squawking sounds which I'm sure surprised the kids that made them too. All in all, I think they are doing great, considering last Christmas was the first time we were introduced to them as any kind of band. I wish them the best next week at their UIL recital.
Getting past all the BS, I like to think about when I was in band back in my youth. Crystal City had an especially big band back in the day. We were actually introduced as "The Pride of Crystal City, La Banda De Los Javalinas" Back in the late 80's, the band would average about 120 people strong. I didn't think that was that much, but that was in a school with about 400 total students in high school. The middle school Javalina is at has close to 3000 students, yet the total band kids is around 60, so half as many kids. What I don't understand is that they divide the kids into 3 bands for some reason. Because of this, the concert band is only a feeble ten students. This is hardly enough to be called a band, but they do what they can. The symphonic band has double, but still only twenty students or so. The wind ensemble starts sounding like a band to me, with their multiple trumpets and other instrument sets. The smaller bands are trying to get away with 1-2 flutes and clarinets and even saxophones.
Our full marching band might have something like 10-12 trumpets, 15-20 flutes and clarinets, at least 10 saxophones every year. That made a tremendous sound, even before I was in band, I could hear them at my house, practicing ten blocks away in the afternoons.
The bands last night did not have quite the power and relying on 1-2 kids to play through a technical part of a song is hard, those kids were doing the best they could, and I loved it. I could almost close my eyes and feel the movement of the song, it being a junior high band, it still had plenty of squeeking and squawking sounds which I'm sure surprised the kids that made them too. All in all, I think they are doing great, considering last Christmas was the first time we were introduced to them as any kind of band. I wish them the best next week at their UIL recital.
Thursday, March 1, 2018
3/1/18 Stupid Drivers?
Anybody who reads this knows stupid people are my kryptonite, goddamit, do I hate people who refuse to use their brains. I almost crashed last night coming to work because of one of these assholes and even after I followed them on Slaughter Lane for a bit, I know they would be surprised if I got off with a baseball bat and took a swing at them.
I have gotten into the habit of using one of the secondary roads to get to work, mostly because there is always a lot of traffic on 1st Street and I don't want to sit through two light cycles, so I cut through the smaller streets meant for the new community to either pop out onto 1st or Slaughter. Anyways, I am sitting there and if the traffic is coming, it is almost impossible to cut in with the flow of traffic, I tend to wait until everyone goes and probably the light changes over on 1st. This usually stops the traffic completely for a few seconds and that is when I prefer to jump in. Sometimes, a small sporty car will be in front of me and I can see that they merge a lot quicker than my giant Excursion and then for a second, I want to do that. I saw a car go in front of me tonight and I thought maybe I can go, I am always too cautious anyway. I saw an open lane, or it looked like it through my slightly dirty glass (it's been misty or raining over the last few weeks) but I chickened out just in time to see a minivan without any lights on coming where I thought I would have fit in.
These people are freaking selfish and self absorbed. They may think I can still see, I don't need my lights on. But what they don't think about is that we use your lights to see you, specially right at dusk when the sun is setting and everything just looks like a grey shadow. I didn't get it, the van was not old, he/she had to override the lights on function which just makes him an even worse individual. The newest cars just leave their lights on day/night, don't tell me he is trying to save on lightbulbs. I have been running my Excursion for almost 14 years and only gone through one extra set of lightbulbs.
Are they trying to get hit for insurance purposes? Are they plain stupid? What is the win, even if you get hit, it is such a pain in the ass to be without your car for a few days. You don't get cash or I have never understood how this is a profitable endeavor. Does it require a dirty doctor who agrees with you and you pocket the money from therapy.
I have gotten into the habit of using one of the secondary roads to get to work, mostly because there is always a lot of traffic on 1st Street and I don't want to sit through two light cycles, so I cut through the smaller streets meant for the new community to either pop out onto 1st or Slaughter. Anyways, I am sitting there and if the traffic is coming, it is almost impossible to cut in with the flow of traffic, I tend to wait until everyone goes and probably the light changes over on 1st. This usually stops the traffic completely for a few seconds and that is when I prefer to jump in. Sometimes, a small sporty car will be in front of me and I can see that they merge a lot quicker than my giant Excursion and then for a second, I want to do that. I saw a car go in front of me tonight and I thought maybe I can go, I am always too cautious anyway. I saw an open lane, or it looked like it through my slightly dirty glass (it's been misty or raining over the last few weeks) but I chickened out just in time to see a minivan without any lights on coming where I thought I would have fit in.
These people are freaking selfish and self absorbed. They may think I can still see, I don't need my lights on. But what they don't think about is that we use your lights to see you, specially right at dusk when the sun is setting and everything just looks like a grey shadow. I didn't get it, the van was not old, he/she had to override the lights on function which just makes him an even worse individual. The newest cars just leave their lights on day/night, don't tell me he is trying to save on lightbulbs. I have been running my Excursion for almost 14 years and only gone through one extra set of lightbulbs.
Are they trying to get hit for insurance purposes? Are they plain stupid? What is the win, even if you get hit, it is such a pain in the ass to be without your car for a few days. You don't get cash or I have never understood how this is a profitable endeavor. Does it require a dirty doctor who agrees with you and you pocket the money from therapy.
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