I was crossing town today on I80 and traffic was particularly bad. After a few minutes of 5mph traffic I noticed what looked like rose petals scattered on the highway. Very large rose petals. As I got closer the car in front of me abruptly changed into the left lane and now I could see that they really looked like smashed peaches. The yellow sand barriers near the exit had been smashed, and all around it, ruined peaches. Piles of them. The way in front of me became clear and it dawned on me that peaches don't smell this bad.
It was then I realized something had gone horribly wrong on the highway. I was being forced toward some unspeakable gore of animal parts mashed into a half foot deep pulp. I realized my only hope to escape catastrophe was to drive exactly in the wheel ruts left in the carnage by the previous car. I drove through the stink with the sound of a sludge of wet meat beating against my ears.
When I got where I was going I could see that there had been some splashback and my car had become a casualty. I drove straight to the car wash and got the Deluxe Touchless Wash. Afterward my car was cleaner than its ever been, but that smell remained. My guess is that its most likely from spray to the underside of the car. I don't really know what to do about it. I heard on the radio that a truck carrying chicken bodies had crashed into the sand barrier. Maybe I can just leave it outside over night and hope that a pack of stray dogs clean it up.
I just signed up for a motorcycle safety course in Alemeda yesterday and today I decided to see if I could find the course on google maps. This one is at College of Alemeda which has a large parking lot where the class will likely be held:
I couldn't find any sign of a course painted on the parking lot (they probably just have cones) but I did notice an interesting pattern. Note the dark splotches in each parking space. This comes from years of various car engines sitting in one place dripping oil. About 99% of all cars have the engine in front leading to a splotch at one end of the sparking space directly under the engine.
However many parking spots have two splotches. This is undoubtedly caused by fancy parkers parked head out, thus creating a second splotch at the opposite end of the space. What's strange however, is that fancy parkers only seem to park on one side of a row, the side closest to the campus buildings. There is virtually no evidence of fancy parking on the far side of any one row.
Why is this? Are they getting even fancier and setting themselves up to point towards the preferred exit? If so, fancy parkers are truely at a higher level of parking consiousness.
Hey RNC, you can't pad the vice presidents resume. Not saying that a two term mayor of a small town and the governor of a sparsely populated state can't be Vice President, but patting Palin on the back over it makes her sound like more of an amature. Its like bragging in a dot.com interview that you have yahoo.com AND a google.com account.
]]>Whoa, what the heck is going on? This morning I woke up to 60 spam messages in my gmail. In the time it took me to go from home to the office, I received 33 more.
Google, why haven't you integrated Postini into gmail yet? I rarely receive spam in my Postini-filtered work address.
The voice over guy, Don LaFontaine has died! Who will get me pumped for the next action flick?
chatting with Jello Biafra in the grocery checkout line at Rainbow
]]>Would you ever consider having your life taped for a reality show?
There are so many great things going on in this picture, from the jammer floating above the track (about to get a major penalty for cutting the track) to Anya Heels barely clearing my head as I'm (seemingly) praying for my life (and is that a smile on my face??). Photos like this remind me of the precarious nature of the sport I love, and make me laugh because this isn't what it feels like when I'm playing. Well, not always.
