Jane! Stop this crazy invisibility cloak!
Mar. 10th, 2011 03:14 pmYet that's the only thing that really describes it. For holy hell, on no fewer than three occasions driving around Rochester today, I almost got hit by cars that didn't see me when I was plainly in sight, doing the speed limit, and driving with the right of way. (I know; how unusual is that?) First was a driveway-jumper coming out just past the Four Corners of Penfield; then a red-light-optional chick making a right on red (from a center lane, yet) a mile or two past that; and finally, moving along straight and proper in the lane on Clinton going from 490 to the left turn at Broad, some idiot decided that he or she, too, needed to make that left (which can also be made from the lane they were in, dumbass:P) and thought the perfect time to make the merge was when they were immediately next to me.
Dammit, Mr. Spacely; this wouldn't be happening if we had flyin' cars by now!
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On the other hand....
Since I always seem the first to complain when technological things go bad, I should be just as enthused when all of a sudden, they work.
Twenty minutes or so ago, my phone made a new noise. I looked; it was a calendar reminder for my 3:00 phone pre-trial conference.
But I never put that in the phone. I only put those in Outlook; the phone NEVER syncs with Out.... WTF?!?
Apparently, my slightly 21st-centurier version of Outlook (2003, babee!) does sync with the phone. And all of my work contacts are now in there too!
Hmmmm.... maybe this is why the damn thing has slowed down in recent days. Still, I can delete shit. It's a good thing.
I count this as my second geek orgasm in the past month or so. The previous one was managing to embed an "img src" code WITHIN an "a href" link a few weeks back.
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On the other shoulder,....
Somehow, in between those two little stories, I managed to do something by fluke that months of twice-weekly weight workouts have not accomplished: making one of my shoulders hurt like the Charles Horse Dickens.
I think I know what did it, too. My drivers door handle was sticking all day; likely a result of all the raining, pouring, and Old Mother snowing crap we've had for the past month. I yanked it up perhaps one time too many or one time too hard, and now a simple rotator cuff motion sends off a round of obscene nerve messages.
Oh well. Least I can take Advil again. And now shall.