Ok, I am now thoroughly convinced that someone up there truly hates me and finds immense pleasure in fucking with my head.

If you read my previous entry, you know that I was rear-ended on my way to work yesterday. This morning, the first thing I hear when the alarm goes off is the traffic report - there was another accident which involved a downed pole not far from where I had my accident. The road was closed at the very intersection where I was hit.

Now, had this happened one day, just one day earlier, things would have been a lot different. All traffic would have had to make the turn that I was making. And since the road was barricaded, there was no oncoming traffic that I would have had to wait to pass before I was able to make the turn. And surely, the guy who hit me would have seen the barricades and the 'Road Closed' sign well enough in advance to slow down before he hit me.

Yep, just a 24 hour difference, and my car would still be nice and perfect.

August is apparently not a good month for me to be driving.

Just a few weeks shy of the date that I totalled my car last year, I was rear ended on my way to work this morning. Luckily, it wasn't too serious. Nobody was hurt badly (the guy who hit me did hit his head, but just seemed a little shook up, and declined when the officer offered to call an ambulance).

It was in one of the worst places on my daily commute. A fairly well travelled road, single lanes in each direction, and the turn I was making was onto a small side street at the very crest of a hill where you absolutely cannot see anything that is coming from the other direction until you are stopped at the top of the hill. The car that was ahead of me made the left, and right afterwards there were several cars coming from the opposite direction. I stopped, and soon after, someone behind me hit me. I guess he saw the car in front of me make the turn and assumed as he was approaching that I would be turning as well. He would not have seen the cars in the opposite direction until after they had crested the hill.

I'm glad that nobody was hurt, and although it felt like a pretty hard hit, my car didn't suffer too much damage. After I pulled over, all I saw was where his car had come into contact with my rear bumper.


I hadn't noticed until a few minutes later waiting for the officer to finish that my fender had also been dented.



Part of me just wants to think 'It's just a fucking car, don't worry about it.', but another part of me can't help but think 'It's MY fucking car!!!!

I think next year, I'm spending the entire month on a beach away from traffic.

I went to see a movie this afternoon. It was listed at 1:45

The commercials started at 1:50.

The previews started at 2:05.

The actual movie started at 2:20.


35 fucking minutes. I will never go to another AMC theater again.

Thank you, Spike TV.

Occasionally, I'll flip through the channels looking for something to watch and end up on your channel. And I usually enjoy a lot of the programming you have. And, although I thought that it seemed like you were becoming the 'All Star Wars, All The Time' channel, I nonetheless enjoy watching that series, and was overall pleased with you.

And then, last night, during a late-night-in-bed channel surf-a-thon, I came across a program which looked cool. I wasn't able to pay complete attention at first, but the Comic-Book style graphics led me to believe that this might be a neat show to watch before I ended my day. Little did I know that this was some sort of 'horrible ways people have died' program, and I was about to see the most horrific, disturbing image I have ever seen on TV.

I'm sure there was some sort of warning before the show started, but since I hadn't caught that, I had mistakenly judged the content of the show based on the light and fun cartoon style of the graphics that were on when I switched to the program, and the video of the cute couple going about their happy day. Sure, the announcer made mention that 'little did they know that their day was going to take a change drastically'. but I thought little of it.

And an FYI for you - Just because you blur the portion of the video which most people would find utterly disturbing to see, it was about as effective as Japanese porn. Sure, you can't see crisp detail, but you know what is going on and it has pretty much the same effect.

I felt sick.

I couldn't sleep.

I'm even getting nauseous as I type this here.

So thank you, Spike TV. Thank you very much.

I can never understand when I hear the comment that Cinco de Mayo is just another opportunity for people to drink, when I consider it a much better opportunity to eat.

The 4 tamales, 2 enchiladas, tostada, taco, and banana/cheesecake churro have left a slightly painful smile on my face. Luckily, they didn't put out a dish of chips and salsa, sitting at the bar as I was; otherwise, my feeble attempt to waddle home might not have been as mildly successful as it was.

Hope you all had a happy Cinco de Mayo as well.

My furnace stopped working yesterday.



It's Frickin' Freezing in Here, Mr. Bigglesworth

Happy Holidays to all my SG friends.

I hope you all have a joyous new year.