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| Roadside assistance? |
[Jul. 19th, 2009|07:14 pm] |
In an online discussion among people with whom I normally find myself like-minded (read big "L" Libertarians) I recently found myself a lone dissentor. At issue was the willingness to:
A. Stop and offer assistance to stranded motorists
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B. Pick up hitchhikers.
With regard to the first, the primary objection being voiced was personal security. For the record, I'm a stop anywhere, anytime guy. If we're going to cut back on government services to a sustainable level, then individuals need to step in and shoulder the load. It seems counter-intuitive for people who grumble about the cost of government to advocate the misuse of government emergency services by having people dial 911 just because they fear that someone may be laying a trap. I do agree that drivers should prepare for contingencies by keeping their vehicles roadworthy and by packing along appropriate tools and emergency gear. The truth of the matter is that there's a limit to how much gear you can carry every day and sometimes you have to travel outside the area where you can count on your personal network to come to your aid.
As to hitchers, well, I pick them up for their entertainment value. Every one has a story and let's face it, I consider that story their price of admisson for the ride. I'm not going to tolerate any shenanigans, but I'll gladly get them down the road if they're at least as entertaining as Opie and Anthony. I'm running an average of roughly one hitcher every two months. That average is admittedly driven up by a repeater who I know likes to have coffee with his mother in a neighboring town but there's a fair number of strangers.
So anyway, I'm curious about the people here. If you see a breakdown or a hitcher, do you stop? If you do or don't, what are your reasons? |
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| I could have sworn it was Spinal Tap |
[Jun. 22nd, 2008|03:53 pm] |
http://www.epicrecords.com/judaspriest/
On the road this morning I happened upon the end of an interview with a fellow who sounded remarkably like Rob Halford. I caught only a few moments of his crediting recent exposure to classical music and the soundtracks of movies like "Pirates of the Caribbean" for the inspiration of this potboiler of an album.
Then horror of horrors, they played the title song.
Folks, I'm here to tell you. Although the link above does allow you to listen to the aforementioned title track "Nostradamus" I cannot in good conscience recommend that you do so. Besides classical music, bad soundtracks, and their own work from the 80s, these guys seemed to have somehow mixed their signal with high school cheerleader chants. The end product is a weird metal parody that makes me wonder how they'll put it on the stage. Will they bow to the parody and erect their own tiny stonehenge or was this cleverly orchestrated so that Rob could ditch the leather and model his collection of sweaters and pleated skirts?
Instrumentally it was a lot of fun, or maybe I was just so very thankful for the break in the lyrics.
So no, I'm not going to recommend that you follow the link, but if you do, come back and give your impressions. |
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[Apr. 9th, 2008|08:45 pm] |
I'm not getting taller, If anything, as my arches collapse I'm going the other way. But urinals everywhere are scuttling lower and lower on walls. We're all accustomed to that occasional lowboy pisser in every men's room but in years gone by it was one-in four at the most. Oh I remember and still encounter the old-school dwarf showers but I'm talking about the wall mounts here. Today, they reached a new low.
I walked into a popular outdoor sports supply store and after the requisite amount of firearm fondling (probably a poor turn of phrase for a restroom post) stopped off to lose some coffee. The urinals were mounted at a uniform height of six inches above the floor.
I'll entertain theories but here's mine. The restroom was obviously designed for a clientele does a fair amount of urinating outside and the store is attempting to call to mind that experience. |
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| Fast food |
[Aug. 19th, 2007|10:26 pm] |
Did you ever fall back on ready-made foods? I'm a foodie, but I'll admit to this occasional failing. Sometimes I just chuck it all and grab something in a box. Tonight was one of those occasions. I grabbed a couple of boxes of Betty Crocker "Suddenly Salad" Chipotle Ranch mixes on a sale recently and didn't have any sort of plan for them. On the package they displayed a recipe for a chicken salad and well, if you're going over to the dark side you might as well go all the way. Besides, I had the leftover chicken so why not. This recipe calls for the contents of the box, some corn, chicken, green onions, tomatoes, and okay, so I'm not a strict adherant to recipes. I don't have green onions just floating around the kitchen. We're going to have to make do with one red onion.
Do you have a problem with that?
Also, writing this reminds me that I have a few ears of fresh sweet corn that didn't get used today. I guess I know what I'm having for lunch tomorrow.
Anyway I'm here to tell you that I'm impressed. This particular pasta salad was one that I wouldn't be embarrassed to serve. Granted, that red onion in this drought year guarantees breath that will peel paint but that's a damn tasty salad.
Remember your Prilosec. |
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