No official meeting tonight ... heppy Turkey Day!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
No Pepper
11.2.2k5
The demolition and rebuilding of the Bay Bridge's on- and off-ramps is, to me, a constant source of amusement and frustration. I try to avoid the frustrating parts by not being behind the wheel when stuck in traffic snarled by the mess, but even as a passenger, I'm reduced to a fireball of foul-mouthed fury when I find every ramp closed when I have to cross the goddang bridge. On my wife's and my return from vacation, we traveled from Athens, Greece, to Frankfurt, Germany, to Chicago, Illinois, to San Francisco, California only to be stopped not a 15 minutes highway speed from home by a closed Bay Bridge ramp. That, friends, is torture.
When I'm not forced to wade through traffic I find the long lines of cars really fun to watch. The drivers are half-mad and very angry. They run lights. They block intersections. They blow their horns. They descend into the pit. I prance around on the dance floor of their pain singin' hallelujah.
I pass under a few of them ramps in various states of destructio or buildio on the way to and from my McJob and another fun thing is to see the neat little shacks and shanties the industrious homeless folks build for themselves with the scraps the crews leave behind. I seen a fort under the 2nd Street overpass that made the Swiss Family Robinsons' tree house look like a shoebox. Awesome. It had running water, a hot tub and satellite TV. Super sweet.
I saw a sad reminder of our society's position on thomeless problem under the 3rd Street overpass: A padlocked chain link fence with a placard declaring sanctions for every activity associated with homelessness, and then some. It started with the obvious No Trespassing and I feel could have stopped there, but figure that some rascally thomeless-rights lawyer got around a trespassing conviction for a client once ("he's not trespassing, he's CAMPING") so the placard continued: No Loitering. No Camping, No Lodging, No Alcoholic Beverages. No Cooking, No Bathing, No Facilities and No Dart Throwing. Now I find all of the above, with the exception of No Dart Throwing, to be THE MAN'S way of calling BS on any excuse a homeless fella might have for shackin' up under the 'pass. Why No Dart Throwing was included must be something only the "authorities" and the homeless know. May the reason be ever a mystery to all Lovely List Members.
Tonight - Alpha Bar SF.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
HBD to Founding Member John "Cold-EZE" Metsker and Jeremy "Giant Drag Pretty Little Neighbor Hearts & Unicorns Kickball" Johnson.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
11.2.2k5
The demolition and rebuilding of the Bay Bridge's on- and off-ramps is, to me, a constant source of amusement and frustration. I try to avoid the frustrating parts by not being behind the wheel when stuck in traffic snarled by the mess, but even as a passenger, I'm reduced to a fireball of foul-mouthed fury when I find every ramp closed when I have to cross the goddang bridge. On my wife's and my return from vacation, we traveled from Athens, Greece, to Frankfurt, Germany, to Chicago, Illinois, to San Francisco, California only to be stopped not a 15 minutes highway speed from home by a closed Bay Bridge ramp. That, friends, is torture.
When I'm not forced to wade through traffic I find the long lines of cars really fun to watch. The drivers are half-mad and very angry. They run lights. They block intersections. They blow their horns. They descend into the pit. I prance around on the dance floor of their pain singin' hallelujah.
I pass under a few of them ramps in various states of destructio or buildio on the way to and from my McJob and another fun thing is to see the neat little shacks and shanties the industrious homeless folks build for themselves with the scraps the crews leave behind. I seen a fort under the 2nd Street overpass that made the Swiss Family Robinsons' tree house look like a shoebox. Awesome. It had running water, a hot tub and satellite TV. Super sweet.
I saw a sad reminder of our society's position on thomeless problem under the 3rd Street overpass: A padlocked chain link fence with a placard declaring sanctions for every activity associated with homelessness, and then some. It started with the obvious No Trespassing and I feel could have stopped there, but figure that some rascally thomeless-rights lawyer got around a trespassing conviction for a client once ("he's not trespassing, he's CAMPING") so the placard continued: No Loitering. No Camping, No Lodging, No Alcoholic Beverages. No Cooking, No Bathing, No Facilities and No Dart Throwing. Now I find all of the above, with the exception of No Dart Throwing, to be THE MAN'S way of calling BS on any excuse a homeless fella might have for shackin' up under the 'pass. Why No Dart Throwing was included must be something only the "authorities" and the homeless know. May the reason be ever a mystery to all Lovely List Members.
Tonight - Alpha Bar SF.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
HBD to Founding Member John "Cold-EZE" Metsker and Jeremy "Giant Drag Pretty Little Neighbor Hearts & Unicorns Kickball" Johnson.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, November 03, 2005
It's a Jelly.
11.1.2k5
Ya hear that one about varying yr routines so yr enemies don't know where and when to find you? I used to live like that. I used to exit the back door from work, ride a different bike to the bus depot, snag one of many routes that come near my place and then skitch a ride on a garbage truck. Or recycling truck. Or a cardboard-collector truck. See? Varying the mode can be easier than you think. If you say, "I have to skitch to work," I say, "so be it." Yr enemies will know where to look for you. UNLESS you vary the vehicle you skitch from. Skitch off that beer truck. Skitch off that Mission Uniform supply truck. Skitch off that UPS van (always a good skitch, that brown van), skitch off a bicycle, fer chrissakes (I done it.) Yr enemies will miss you if you skitch home off a Safeway Home Delivery van if they're looking for you skitching off a Entemen's bakery truck.
Tonight - Hemlock Tavern
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference! Hint: I'm not looking for the name of a movie.
Coming next week: Thomeless.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
(josh is a dumbass)
11.1.2k5
Ya hear that one about varying yr routines so yr enemies don't know where and when to find you? I used to live like that. I used to exit the back door from work, ride a different bike to the bus depot, snag one of many routes that come near my place and then skitch a ride on a garbage truck. Or recycling truck. Or a cardboard-collector truck. See? Varying the mode can be easier than you think. If you say, "I have to skitch to work," I say, "so be it." Yr enemies will know where to look for you. UNLESS you vary the vehicle you skitch from. Skitch off that beer truck. Skitch off that Mission Uniform supply truck. Skitch off that UPS van (always a good skitch, that brown van), skitch off a bicycle, fer chrissakes (I done it.) Yr enemies will miss you if you skitch home off a Safeway Home Delivery van if they're looking for you skitching off a Entemen's bakery truck.
Tonight - Hemlock Tavern
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference! Hint: I'm not looking for the name of a movie.
Coming next week: Thomeless.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
(josh is a dumbass)
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