Why do people run from sykopath?

When you fart the earth shakes

'Why do people run from you?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Today was the first bout of wintry weather we've had yet this year.  There was not a whole lot of it, perhaps an inch to an inch-and-a-half of snow so far.  However, the streets in Edmond, Bryant Ave. in particular, were very icy when I left work this evening.  I was driving home from work, approaching the intersection of 33rd and Bryant in Edmond (not more than half a mile from the office), when, as they do, the light at the intersection turned red and those who were ahead of me began stopping. 

With plenty of space between my car and the Urban Assault Vehicle in front of me (a good 5 car lengths) I began braking.  Mind you, I had been going no faster than probably 28 mph at this point.  The road certainly didn't look icy here, but boy howdy, was it ever - my car did not stop.  Slow down, yes, a bit; stop, ohhh no.  No stoppy-stoppy for me, and I felt myself go into "bullet time" as I watched my car glide too gracefully toward the bumper of the UAV ahead of me.  I looked to my right, saw that there were no obstacles on the grassy area beyond the curb, and turned the wheel to attempt to veer off over the curb and into the grass.  I figured it would be a bumpy ride, but at least it would not damage my car.

No dice.  I only managed to position myself slightly off-center relative to the road-tank looming ahead, and I knew my fate was sealed.  My car was going to impact, and there was not a damned thing I could do about it.

A few seconds later, the sickening crunch of my car's hood being refashioned.

And, what's better, the SUV didn't elect to stick around and see if everything was alright.  I did, however, get a good look at their ass end as they drove away, and of course there was zero damage.  You see, SUVs being taller than Neons, their fucking bumper met with the top third of my left headlight, crushing the plastic covering of said headlight and the nearby turn signal, and crumpling my hood to no small degree as my momentum carried me further forward.

What pisses me off here is that I was not going very fast at all by the time of impact, and had this been another normal car, it would have been a good solid bumper kiss with little more than traded paint to show for it.  But these ludicrously unsafe abominations favored by soccer moms everywhere don't have any sort of measure to mitigate the impact of a shorter-standing vehicle with their ass end.  So instead, they get off with maybe a few streaks of my silver clear-coat on their bumper, while I am stuck with what will likely be at least $1,000 worth of body work.

Links to photos:
damage viewed from the front...
...and from the side

I am not a happy camper.

Current Mood: cranky

I am switching my journal to be friends-only.  Not that it probably affects any of you who will see this anyway as I'm sure anyone who's actually reading this is probably already on my friends list, but there are one or two people <ahem>julie</ahem> who don't have LJ accounts that have been known to check in from time to time.

Plus, eventually (and hopefully soon) I'll be writing in here more often, so I'd like to keep it as selectively accessible as possible.  Don't necessarily want everything I post floating around all over The Great Intertron for all to see.

So, you've been alerted.  If you ain't on my friends list and you should be, tell me and I'll add you.  If you aren't on it because you haven't got an LJ account... well, get a bloody LJ account and I'll add you.

That is all.

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Got me internets hooked up this evening, so the new place is a significant step closer to feeling like home now. I still have a fair amount of stuff back at the old apartment, but since I don't have to be out of there officially until the end of the month, I haven't felt any great need to bust my ass getting stuff over here quickly. Fine by me, as it has been like the Amazon here the last several days: frequent rain, which makes moving stuff pretty impractical, and when it's not raining the 10,000% humidity makes you feel like you've been sweating for eight hours straight within minutes of stepping outside. Hence, I've just been taking a small carload or two each evening so far from my old place. At the current rate, I should be able to finish up over the next few days and Saturday, then spend Sunday cleaning at the old place and declare it officially moved out of.

For now, I feel disgusting with layers of dried sweat, so I'm going to shower then head to bed.

...I'm aware I haven't written an actual entry in some time now, and I certainly haven't stuck to what I said I would do.  Another New Year's resolution shot to shit, as usual.

Be that as it may, I really do need to make with the writing, or I'm never going to do it.  Pushing 26 without ever making any good on my "I want to be a writer" nonsense I've been spurting for about as long as I can recall.  I think one of the largest impediments the past couple years has been living in this damned "efficiency" apartment - so much clutter for lack of an alternative, leads to an inability to focus the mind.  Fortunately, as I previously mentioned, I am moving into a new apartment this weekend, one much larger with much more storage space for keeping things somewhat tidier looking, and somewhere that will feel much more like a home than a giant dorm room.  Once I am settled in there, I am going to make time for reflection, meditation, on a regular basis, and see what flows from there.

In general I'm doing well, though.  I shall post a more substantive update sometime next week once me intarweb is hooked up (that'll be Tuesday evening...grr for 3 days waiting with no broadband at home).

Life is, as ever, a puzzle...

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I'm moving next week, in the city but just getting a bigger/better apartment.  If I haven't already e-mailed you the address, and you need it (or want it, and I feel you deserve to have it) then drop me a comment below and I'll see to it that said information finds its way to you.

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After the North American Beer Festival, all the brewery presidents decided to go out for a beer. The guy from Corona sits down and says, "Hey Senor, I would like the world's best beer, a Corona." The bartender dusts off a bottle from the shelf and gives it to him.

The guy from Budweiser says, "I'd like the best beer in the world, give me 'The King Of Beers', a Budweiser." The bartender gives him one.

The guy from Coors says, "I'd like the only beer made with Rocky Mountain spring water, give me a Coors." He gets it.

The guy from Molson sits down and says, "Give me a Coke." The bartender is a little taken aback, but gives him what he ordered.

The other brewery presidents look over at him and ask, "Why aren't you drinking a Molson's?" The Molson president replies, "Well, I figured if you guys aren't drinking beer, neither would I.

Current Mood: amused

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