Dealership: Base cost is $300, but if shit goes wrong, it'll be $1400.
Mom & Pop Garage: Base cost is $400, but if shit goes wrong, it'll be $1650.
Wait... what? Isn't the dealership supposed to be more expensive? Fuck.
After spending a good amount of money on things I didn't want to or felt compelled to spend the money on I think "I should be good if no emergencies come up. Like my car. Good thing my car has never given me trouble".
That's about the time the "Check Engine" light came on. And I haven't been driving it very much this summer since I've been riding my bike to work!
I don't have the time, the patience nor the inclination to want to deal with car repair. Once again, I am fucked.
Please, just be yourself.
If you're a Christian - be the best Goddamned Christian you can be. If you're a Satanist, by gum, wear that black and shave your eyebrows into wicked little points! If you're a drug-addict, reach for the highest high and the deepest bliss without apology. If you're a bigot, by all means fly that Confederate flag and raise your hand in salute on 4/20.
Do it. Do it well. Do it with all of your heart. With passion - with feeling. Raise your voice and shout to the heavens and let it be known. Don't hide! Never let anyone stop you from being who you are.
Because then it will make it easier for me to spot you.
A 60 year old man, riding his bike on the main greenway/trail in Indy was mugged by three men at about 2pm on Tuesday of this past week. This happened right in the heart of "urban yuppie-ville", where it's presumed to be safe. Actually this is maybe 10 blocks from "the hood" (my neighborhood) so I don't see how the area really makes a difference.
Ya see - about three years ago, the same thing happened. One old man plus three teens meant a hospital visit for the old man. The difference is that it happened where shit like this is expected to happen. The next thing I hear is "No - I won't ride my bike down the trail to your neck of the woods, it's not safe!"
I really don't hear that this time.
And it's weird because the 2007 incident happened about 20 blocks away from me. Not 10. It happened in an area that people don't normally ride their bikes in *anyway*. Not in the upper-middle class neighborhood of SoBro. Not in the area that I ride through every day on my bicycle commute.
Honestly, I still think fat retarded rollerbladers with their yapping dogs are way more dangerous than thugs. Or news crews. News crews on the trail looking for a story can get fucked too.
Even after I called him out for watching the World Cup during a meeting today and contributing nothing to the group discussion, my co-worker went back to the broadcast, burying his nose in his laptop. My manager said nothing.
How the fuck is this right?
Fuck people. Fuck 'em. Fuck Broad Ripple. Fuck people in Broad Ripple. Fuck people driving in Broad Ripple. Fuck people driving in Broad Ripple who can't read a "No Turn On Red" sign. Fuck drivers.
Fuck drivers who stop at crossings and frantically wave you across, despite the fact that the opposing traffic is going full bore. Fuck them for getting annoyed. Fuck drivers who slow down at crossings but don't stop. Fuck drivers who slow down at crossings only to speed up when you start across. Fuck crossings.
Fuck people who take their kids on the trail to ride their tricycles, letting the kid meander all over the path. Fuck kids on tricycles. Fuck kids.
Fuck fat walking retards who take up the entire path despite oncoming rollerbladers and me coming up behind them, with no room to pass. Fuck rollerbladers. Fuck fat retarded rollerbladers.
Fuck people walking their dogs. Fuck their leashes. Fuck leashes that stretch all over creation. Fuck people walking their dogs without leashes. Fuck them as they try to train their dogs as I try not to hit them. Fuck dogs.
Fuck people who can't look up. Fuck them as they careen into my lane, despite being able to see each other quarter of a mile away. Fuck them when they almost wreck when I yell at them to pay attention. Fuck.
Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all. Fuck 'em all for crossing my path today. Fuck anyone who has such a grandiose and overwhelming sense of self-entitlement just for doing what it is that they do.
Which, I guess, means... fuck me.
It's nice to be able to reconnect with old friends via the wonders of the Internet. But, Jebus, how in the Hell did so many of my childhood friends turn into raging conservative thoughtless assholes?
Senator Chuck Schumer (D., N.Y.) and Senator Lindsey Graham (R., S.C.) want to introduce what they're calling the Comprehensive Immigration Reform bill (or CIR). Part of this bill, as I understand it, will require all legally employed or maybe even employable, persons in these United States to carry a "worker ID" card - card that says "I'm not an illegal alien and can be legally employed here."
This is more than just a slip of paper. The ID would carry handy information such as a finger prints. Then they become sort of a national ID - chipped "for your protection."
Fuck no. Hell fucking no.
This is not the way to fight illegal workers. This is not the way to provide jobs for American citizens. It is, however, a handy way to continue to monitor and surveil everyone in Oceania. We already have plenty of tools to identify ourselves as U.S. citizens. Use them.
After 15 years on this thing we call the Internet, it still gets to me. It shouldn't, but it still gets to me. Trolling. Fucking trolling. On the stupidest shit. I can still be baited and unnerved and it pisses me off! Namely - when it appears that the person has singled whatever it is I am involved in to point their snide little comments towards, without much in the way of legitimate beef.
The incident in question was over a bit of fluff I posted to my YouTube channel, which myself and some friends worked very hard on over a week-end of no sleep, no bathing and full on stress for a film contest. It was obviously an amature production, put together quickly and as best as could be. It's the nature of the contest.
So what do we get? Down ranked, and shat upon by random trolling user who seemingly created their YouTube login to specifically to dump on the production (account created 5 days ago - only activity was to dump on our video). Two comments that amounted to "well that sucked" and "this positive comment was obviously written by someone who worked on this video". Well no fucking shit!
Why? What's the purpose in that? What's the purpose in sniping at someone's hard work - especially hard work done for no reward? What's the purpose in random acts of anything malignant? Fuck 'em.
It's a dumb question, I know. And yes, I should know better. Anytime you put something out for public consumption, there's going to be some douchenozzle throwing rocks. I know this. But it doesn't stop things from wrinkling my skin.
And seriously - if you're going to troll ... FUCKING DO IT RIGHT! Have the balls to call out something specific! Call people by NAME and make them accountable for whatever crackpottery you've got going on. AT LEAST TRY!
So what'd I do? Enh. I blocked the user and removed the comments. What else is there to do? I'm guessing it was from someone who managed to get pissed off at someone else who was involved. Fuck, I don't know. I'll probably get trolled for this.
Hey - check it out... Oral Roberts died.
I believe I'd brought this up in a previous post, simply because it involved a cyclist. The long story short is that some nutjob decides he needs to shoot a cyclist IN THE FUCKING HEAD because the cyclist is riding with his child on a busy street. Evidently the nutjob felt the cyclist was being a bad parent.
So the judge gives the nutjob 120 days.
I can't honestly come up with much in the way of substance for this one. Here's my link to the left-wing media site where I read the follow-up to this outrageous display of barbarism.
Nothing. I got nothing. That's what I got. Nothing.
Then why don't I have any free time?
And here's even more in the way of our elected officials chewing on the soles of their feet.
Not being the brightest bulb in the bunch, Rep Baron Hill (D) dressed down a young student and a crowd of registered voters concerning the right to visually document a townhall meeting by telling everyone "You're not going to tell me how to run my meetings".
Despite the respect and politeness exhibited by the student when asking why she could not "film" the meeting for her class project, Hill went on the defensive. He started out by saying "This is my townhall meeting" and backpedaled when the crowd began to boo. "This is my townhall meeting for you."
Is this the equivalent of "I hit you because I love you"?
Hill went on to say that the reason he does not allow visual recording (or "filming" as everyone keeps calling it) of his townhall meetings (for the people donchya know) is because "usually the films that are done wind up on YouTube in a compromising position".
Welcome to the Internet, Representative Hill. Enjoy your congressional office while it lasts.
Check this out...
TORONTO: A top Canadian politician who served as Ontario's attorney general faces murder charges for killing a cyclist in the heart of Toronto on Monday night.
Forty-three-old Michael Bryant, who became the youngest attorney general - equivalent to home minister in India - of Canada's most powerful province of Ontario with Toronto as its capital, was on Tuesday charged with criminal negligence causing death and dangerous driving.
What'd he do? Accidentally hit the guy? Oh hell no...
The former attorney general, who was driving his Saab convertible in the congested traffic, and the cyclist reportedly bumped into each other. After the collision the cyclist lunged at the driver, leading to exchange of words.
As the politician tried to drive away, the cyclist grabbed the side of the car and was dragged along.
He didn't just get dragged along. Not by a long shot - not in todays world...
And then the driver of the car pushing up against the curb, trying to knock him off on the poles as he went down the opposite side of the road,'' the eyewitness said.
Police said the cyclist didn't let go of the politician's car till he was hit a mailbox on the roadside and then run over by back tires of the car.
The former attorney general stopped his car a short distance as paramedics arrived to take the injured cyclist to hospital where he was declared dead.
In the past 24 hours I've been accused of being hostile (with saved chat logs as whatever evidence of misinterpreted communication), had my own subconcious twist a few emotional knives, was told I was not just wrong - but really amazingly wrong - in class, and I got into a road rage screaming match with a jackass in a mini-van at a red light on the way in to work (the jackass was the one who accosted me).
These things only happen in threes, right?
I'm so fucked.
So yeah - work has decided that World of Suck falls into the "tasteless" category and therefore I should not be allowed to read it. Is that a win? Getting blocked - maybe - but for being tasteless? Not quite. In fact, this is the kind of taste I appreciate.
To curb my need for vitrol, I've been hooked on reading a blog (http://bitchgoddessdm.livejournal.com), which was linked in the LiveJournal spotlight. While it is a personal blog, there are some great tales and rants.
Otherwise... life is life. Work is work. School starts next week, in which case I have elected to take a 7:30am class twice a week (Logic) and I'm attempting to test out of computer science web development course. How fitting that, as I submit the online Final Exam, the web service times out and my exam gets wiped.
These sorts of stories hit close to home. Almost literally. I've yet to be the target of someones outrage as I ride my bicycle to/from work, but I've definitely almost been hit a few times - thanks to people who think that signs like "No Turn On Red" is some weird gambling advice.
But these things take a different slant - police officers and now firemen are assaulting cyclists. Here's the latest one, culled from Boing Boing.
ASHEVILLE, N.C. -- A driver, now identified as an Asheville firefighter, shot a bicycle rider because he was angry the man was riding with his child on a busy road, Asheville police said.
It smacks of irony. The fireman, upset that the parent would endanger the life of their child by riding on a road, shot the cyclist. In the head. The helmet was solid enough to stop the bullet (which is a fucking miracle in itself and I know about a dozen cyclists who want to know the brand of helmet the rider was wearing), but still... In. The fucking. Head.
That tops Patrick Pogan, the New York Times cop that went out of his way to tackle a cyclist during a Critical Mass bike ride, simply for the hell of it. See that story below. The video is unbelievable in light of the bullshit story to cop made up in order to arrest the cyclist.
To protect and serve folks... what a fucking joke.