Archive for September, 2005

Trilithium Will Do The Trick

Sunday, September 25th, 2005

If the Sun were destroyed, that would probably cause, well, the destruction of the Earth. Not according to my dreams. No, this morning I found out that if the Sun went dark, there would be only two consequences: winters would be colder, and Fabio would have to cut his hair.

My dreams are weird.

Meanwhile, my biggest pet peeve is left-lane drivers. The State of Illinois, thankfully, has a law that requires you to return to your proper lane – the right one – unless you are passing; troopers can ticket you if someone is driving behind you in the left lane for more than a mile (and you have the ability to change lanes.) This law needs to be beaten into everyone’s head with a giant mallet.

Butterfly Effect: Revelation movie full Especially in Tennessee. On Saturday one of their bright citizens sat in front of me for five or six miles refusing to advance past the car on his right because there was a state trooper about six car lengths ahead. Mind you this officer was going all of seventy, and was not about to prevent the mindless jackass in the SUV from passing the van on his right and settling into the right lane. Afterall, if I want to pass and get the ticket, LET ME.

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He eventually tired of me being on his ass and got over. I passed the cop going 72, and then watched the officer leave the highway to help a motorist. Of course the SUV promptly sped up to 80…not enough to catch me.

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Coming Clean

Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
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So yes, my blogging has become quite the joke of several small nations. “Has Peter blogged today?” is the punchline du jour. Such is life. I’ve been busy, distracted, etc, and in my absence the Cardinals added yet another division title to their trophy case and the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences defied the laws of nature by becoming even more worthless. The new joke to tell, now that I’ve blogged again: “What blows harder than Hurricane Katrina? The Emmys!” Raymond my ass. Lost…fuck J.J. Abrams, that hack.

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HE DID TIME TRAVEL IN FELICITY.

Case closed.

Doris Roberts? Again? Oh yeah, Jessica Walters SUCKS.

Fuckers.

• Meanwhile, I nagged people at work to get our high definition antenna working, so tonight for the first time I viewed Gilmore Girls in glorious HD, making it even fresher than usual. Even better was The Office at 8:30. Early thoughts on My Name is Earl: promising, as promised.

• Firefox’s AccuWeather extension just popped up a bright red IMPORTANT weather bulletin. ABOUT FOG. Oh, please. I drove through a RIVER last night to get home: that was important. Fog, no.

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My Last Game at Busch II

Thursday, September 8th, 2005

Cubs 5, Cards 2. They would win my last game ever at that stadium, wouldn’t they. Baby bear fuckers.

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Gone Five Hundred Miles When the Day is Done

Wednesday, September 7th, 2005

Work today saw a couple come in to purchase a computer. They were on vacation with their son and felt the need to buy a new laptop, since their other three machines are underwater about a mile from Lake Pontchartrain.

They were lucky. Scheduled to vacation in the Metro East in July, various events and family functions kept pushing their trip back week after week until they finally made their way to the Prairie State in late August. With them came a full complement of clothing, since they planned to stay for awhile. They watched on TV as their neighborhood was displayed time and time again, each picture showing more water surrounding the homes in the east part of the city that they called home.

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They were lucky. Others that left the city only took clothes for a day or two. Others didn’t have relatives waiting with welcome homes. Others had jobs they might have lost, rather than two pensions that are being rerouted to their new temporary address.

They were lucky. But they don’t know if they’re going back.

We took good care of them.

My boss is from Houston, where his parents still live. For the last few months they’ve been trying to rent out a small housing property, and this week they called their broker to find a different type of tenant. Someone displaced gets to live there for free for awhile.

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