Driving Near "The District"

I find myself in Cockeysville Maryland the next couple weeks. Close enough to Washington D.C. that the driving style is extremely cutthroat. What is up with THAT? - Yet the people, in person, have a near southern etiquette about them. "Good Evening" takes the place of the New England "Hey" but don't even consider anything other than knowing the exact most proficient way to get to a place if you get behind the wheel of a car. Of course everyone here was apparently born with this knowledge. Lane choice can be a matter of life and death. We don't necessarily invite you in in the Boston area, but it's not the end of our world if you don't know where you're going or you make a bad lane choice and (God forbid!) have to (no, don't say it!) CHANGE LANES!!!! - Here it is an unwritten rule that NO MATTER WHAT there shall ALWAYS be less than one car length between cars lest someone TAKE THE SPACE that they are about to be in. What a bunch of driving 'wipes.

Let me illuminate all ye driving 'wipes. Following another moving object closer than about 2 seconds will get you to the NEXT STOP a few milliseconds sooner... and that is worth putting your life in MY FEET? - I could kill any number of these 'wipes by simply randomly applying my brakes. Chances are I would walk and there would be a forty car pile up behind me. Forty 'wipes not driving? - Hmmm - maybe not procreating? - HMMM! - I'll be right back! - I need to go do a public service!

It's just that this would have to be done to the entire D.C. area, and there probably would be about 11 drivers left alive after I went out for an evening set on correcting this issue.

What makes someone, ordinarily intelligent in other areas; ignore quantum mechanics and laws of physics and such? - Are they above THESE laws? Does the spacetime continuum NOT apply to them somehow? I'm in a rental car - If I were a "teach them a lesson" type I could have a field day. It's not exactly a hit and run if you are the one getting hit, right? - I'm thinking of timesavings here - I could take several poor drivers out per hit and maximize the number by not lingering at the scene...

I am making a bumper sticker that says: TAILGATING ELIMINATES ITSELF FROM THE GENE POOL but I don't think many of the 'wipes will get it without further instruction.

http://www.astronomynotes.com/relativity/s2.htm

Ahhhh, What to say about Jordan Davidson?

The highly threatened individual who feels he/she must leave an epistle of excreta in their wake... I'm SO sorry that you and your precious PC are so mightily threatened by my (relatively) spare comment on Mac vs. PC ads on Kellypuffs... The matters of fact you choose to ignore are what's pointed out in the relative elegance of both the Mac (vs. the PC - I'm trying to hold your hand through the big concepts here) and that of your epistle vs. the aforementioned spare commentary.

Do try and relax, sir or madam. The surgery I mentioned is experimental as is any height or length increasing of body parts. This is my only explanation of what may leave one so insecure as to drop such a load on someone's (namely mi esposa's) blog. Maybe you could get a really large pickup truck or something as an alternative? - Camera with a long lens? - Rifle with a long barrel? - Elevator shoes? - Sock in the pants? - or maybe just stick to that whammy PC with all its powerful bits.

As far as the subject of Macs vs. PC's - Slow down, my friend - Truly just an opinion. If one controls the hardware one can make a more elegant total device. It would be difficult to master this with every Tom, Dick and - um - Jordan making hardware of all types. I think this hardware/software combination issue leads to being able to stay in the right side of the brain while using some tools (namely Macintosh in this example) as opposed to having to switch sides and piece together rational issues just to keep the tool working FOR you... (this would be my PC example - still with me JD?)

The better and worse of this situation? Try and remember: Truly just an opinion. Maybe you need to fight that whammy computer in order to create. *I* have a difficult time switching sides too often, as is frequently the case with men. Women can hover and multi-task, so maybe it's easier for them - I can only guess.

As far as the stolen commentary on quitting apps and shutdown and all... get some new material dude. And please avail yourself for your flogging - Your secrecy of identity (although if I were such an ass, I would do the same) is childish, immature, puerile, infantile, babyish; jejune, inexperienced, callow, green, unsophisticated, sophomoric, naive, foolish, and silly. (brought to you by the O.E.D. that comes with Mac OS)

Handing it to myself...

Dedicated readers,

For your perusal, I submit the above picture of the damaged right hand of myself after the Amazing Door Handle Repair of the Mini. Shamed into dealing with this age old problem (I don't know how long, Mahtin - a month of frickin' Sundays, ok?) I resolved to take it to one of our local dealers this past week. The problem with the Mini dealers is that they are both nearly 40 miles away (that's like a zillion kilometers, alrighty? - yonder non Stateside readership!) so armed with the official manual I set into repairing it myself. At first it was but an exploratory surgery, but then upon discovery of not needing any parts it turned into a repair. The cable had come off when the mechanism had frozen. All I had to do was replace it and modify the attach point so it would be less than likely to come off again. Mini is made by BMW and this usually means no nonsense type Teutonic design schemes, but apparently the wacko British design concept of the original Minis had rubbed off on these Bavarian engineers and it has all the quirkiness of the '62 MG in my garage! A love/hate relationship has since developed, like with so many British cars. I had to remove the entire mechanism from within the bowels of the door (of course the manual doesn't go there!) in order to see what I was up against. Working on a car that is used on a daily basis puts a whole new light on a repair such as this and anything going wrong means that the car is disabled. Especially a door... a door is unique in that it has interior and exterior componentry as well as being a major moving part. Never simple. I had to give up as the light of day went away on day 1, but I was able to replace the latch well enough to have the car closed for the night. The weather's unusual cooperation was waning on day 2 but with sailor-blushing commentary it was reprimanded into place and the repair was made 100%. The dealer would have cost anywhere from 120 (minimum) to 400 for this particular task so I feel I got my money's worth aside from the satisfaction AND the battle scars.

A Smith

Amazing how time flies... the Smith post was when A.N.Smith was pregnant - she since lost her teenage son, had the healthy baby and died herself in a similar mysterious way her son did... The friend who called me, prodding me to call him back has also since died. Bob. He wasn't in the best of health... in fact the phone call that he promoted was the last time I ever talked to him! - A childhood friend, Bob deserves much more than a casual mention, but the last thing said to him was an extremely funny, extremely raunchy joke that got us both going to the point of tears and having to get off the phone! - An appropriate finé for Bob and myself!

prodded into it...

... by my following - all two of you - I just read through my crazy bloglet and the SRTFN has a couple of funny parts for sure - the rest is as ill humored as - well, nevermind...

I am sick - sick and tired of being sick and tired!!! - :) - The cold that had no end...

I just had a laugh as my daughter reported hitting her own school bus, perhaps disabling the car that never dies - a '94 Saturn wagon with 235,000 miles on it or so... we'll see - I'm waiting for pictures - perhaps the first practical application of a camera phone EVER!

I have a guy who is a police officer that works on Saturns and uses used parts so I'm sure we can fix it! (We can make him better than he was before - faster - stronger....)

I want to brag up my wonderful repair on herself's Mini. *I*, yes, myself, fixed the miserable door handle - and only with 4 or more hours of my time, when I was sick, doing it... not that being sick had anything to do with it... it was a nice day more or less - although it got rainy -

I want to take pictures of the 14, no less cuts on my hand that I received doing said task - look for a picture soon!