Jesus!
3.4.2k4
Thursday, 25 March 2004
Wasn't too long ago I vowed to stop throwin' out food. I'd try harder to cook what I bought, then eat what I cooked. It ain't workin' out exactly as I had planned. Really good lookin' tomatoes find their way home with me from the store and a while later find their moldy butts in my trashcan. Same with luncheon meats, breads, cheeses and all variety of fruit and veg. Sucks. I hate the hell outta wasting foods. Funny how that bag o' chips and icy Coors Lights will get voted into Dinner Office when a perfectly good Deluxe Salad candidate get's Al Gored.
Tonight: Annie's.
Try to: Find the Reference!
Bring yr pals. Treat them to the TNSC HQ's hospitality. I know I will.
See you there!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Thursday, March 18, 2004
One-One Thousand
3.3.2k4
Thursday, 18 March 2004
All ya ever hear about Southerners and the South is that they're all a buncha inbred chickenfuckers and dumb as a sac of hammers. I can tell you that this is mostly misconception. Sure, there's some dolts about, and I'm sure there's some chickenfuckin' going on now and again, but that don't make The South any different from, say, California. I spent some time in Mississippi a few months back and I'll tell ya I seen the damndest sight. Made me think of just how deeply NOT STUPID some them Southern folk are.
Like most of America, Mississippians love their cars. Most folks have two or three to themselves (and yes, some do park 'em on their front lawns), and they drive them cars FAST. Now believe it or not, there are highways - State and Federal highways - in Mississippi. I know, I know, yr predisposed to believe that there's nothing but rutted dirt roads in Mississippi, but I swear I-55 runs straight down through her. In addition to big 'ol highways and interstates, of course there's also two-lane blacktops and winding county roads. Fuck if the size of the road means anything to how fast they drive their cars; six lanes or two yr not doin' 80 per you will be run down.
Now at one point we were 'bout fourth in a stretch of cars barrelling through the countryside. The two cars in front of us flick on their right-turn signals. This alone separates them from California drivers. But the astounding thing was that at the last second before the turn, the car directly in front of us doesn't turn. Continues forward. Car in front of them did turn. I guessed the guy didn't turn was practicing for the 'ol "trick the cop" trick. "Oh sure, I'm pullin' over, see my signal?" Then at the last second ya DON'T pull over and the cop eats dust. Figure there's a lot of trickin'-the-cops goin' on. Then, a bit later, another pair of cars do the same thing. Both signal, but only the leading car turns. More practicing. Lot of people figuring on trickin' the cops.
When I had witnessed this three or four more times, I asked my uncle what the fuck. I told him my theory and he said while a good theory, it was incorrect. "'S more like a courtesy," he says. "All everyone drives so damn fast, when yr in a line on a small road, flicking on yr signal when the guy in front of you signals a turn tells the motorhead behind you you'll be slowing. Kind of a heads up." I was shocked and amazed. I told him that in California no-one signals their own turns, let alone their neighbor's. He was not surprised.
Tonight: Zeitgeist.
Here's tonight's "harder": Find the Reference!
Bring yr pals. Have a burgery treat. I know I will.
See you there!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
3.3.2k4
Thursday, 18 March 2004
All ya ever hear about Southerners and the South is that they're all a buncha inbred chickenfuckers and dumb as a sac of hammers. I can tell you that this is mostly misconception. Sure, there's some dolts about, and I'm sure there's some chickenfuckin' going on now and again, but that don't make The South any different from, say, California. I spent some time in Mississippi a few months back and I'll tell ya I seen the damndest sight. Made me think of just how deeply NOT STUPID some them Southern folk are.
Like most of America, Mississippians love their cars. Most folks have two or three to themselves (and yes, some do park 'em on their front lawns), and they drive them cars FAST. Now believe it or not, there are highways - State and Federal highways - in Mississippi. I know, I know, yr predisposed to believe that there's nothing but rutted dirt roads in Mississippi, but I swear I-55 runs straight down through her. In addition to big 'ol highways and interstates, of course there's also two-lane blacktops and winding county roads. Fuck if the size of the road means anything to how fast they drive their cars; six lanes or two yr not doin' 80 per you will be run down.
Now at one point we were 'bout fourth in a stretch of cars barrelling through the countryside. The two cars in front of us flick on their right-turn signals. This alone separates them from California drivers. But the astounding thing was that at the last second before the turn, the car directly in front of us doesn't turn. Continues forward. Car in front of them did turn. I guessed the guy didn't turn was practicing for the 'ol "trick the cop" trick. "Oh sure, I'm pullin' over, see my signal?" Then at the last second ya DON'T pull over and the cop eats dust. Figure there's a lot of trickin'-the-cops goin' on. Then, a bit later, another pair of cars do the same thing. Both signal, but only the leading car turns. More practicing. Lot of people figuring on trickin' the cops.
When I had witnessed this three or four more times, I asked my uncle what the fuck. I told him my theory and he said while a good theory, it was incorrect. "'S more like a courtesy," he says. "All everyone drives so damn fast, when yr in a line on a small road, flicking on yr signal when the guy in front of you signals a turn tells the motorhead behind you you'll be slowing. Kind of a heads up." I was shocked and amazed. I told him that in California no-one signals their own turns, let alone their neighbor's. He was not surprised.
Tonight: Zeitgeist.
Here's tonight's "harder": Find the Reference!
Bring yr pals. Have a burgery treat. I know I will.
See you there!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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