It's not that my cars refuse to break down (which may be the more advanced version, I suppose - wonder if I can level up somehow?). It's that WHEN they break down, they tend to be very considerate about it.
For example - my last three breakdowns? One, the car refused to start after we had stopped for lunch at Arby's (where we never went for lunch normally). The Arby's was across the street from an Autozone - we walked over, grabbed a new battery, walked back, drove away.
The second? Tire shredded and blew out on the Interstate. Managed to pull over to the shoulder without incident. Neither the car nor I had stopped shaking when a breakdown vehicle pulled up behind me. They saw the tire start to fray and followed me for the half-mile it took for the tire to blow. Had the tire changed out in under 5 minutes.
And tonight. My car dies while I zipping down the highway. I pull over in what I later find is the last stop for several miles before the shoulder just drops off. Call Roadside Assistance - they say tow will be there in an hour or two. Tow pulls up in 15 minutes. Get towed to dealership, where I have to leave the car and make my way home. Figure I'll walk across the highway to the sandwich shop, call a cab and get some dinner while I wait. There's a cab pulled into the restaurant, just finishing up their dinner. Zip right home.
And yeah, my beloved, less than 8 months old car broke down, which makes me pretty upset. On the other hand, no one was hurt, I got home with little fuss (although damn, the cab ride home was expensive), and this was about the perfect time, as I'm about to fly out to New Mexico for the week anyway. If I can manage to get the repairs initiated by phone, I can stay home tomorrow and Saturday, the shuttle comes to get me Sunday, and then I'm in New Mexico for the week and wouldn't be driving anyway. Almost makes me feel bad for, well, feeling bad that my car broke down.
Didn't have the spectacular luck of my fellow vacationers, but had a good time nonetheless! Ka is still awesome, although I still get twitchy with all the ninjas popping out of the woodwork everywhere. With bows. And flaming arrows. O was more beautiful than I remember, which is nice. Crazy people hurtling through the air into water - very symbolic.
The Sugarland/Sara Bareilles concert was AWESOME! It was mildly funny in that I'm fairly used to going to concerts where I'm the oldest person there, and almost as used to concerts where I'm the youngest person there (don't laugh!), but this one I was pretty much right down the middle, as the audience seemed to range from tweens up to retirees. The Sugarland portion was one massive singalong, and I was tremendously entertained when one of the numbers in the encore was "Come On Eileen" with Jennifer Nettles and Sara dancing onstage. Very cool. Also worth noting is that at least for this tour, Sugarland has the cutest bassist since Hole. And Kristian Bush is a toon character, and seems to be very amused by life. I applaud him.
People watching was great, food was good, and the Desert Eagle in .44 Magnum really is ridiculously huge, but shoots quite nicely. Jams like a mofo, though - I only had 5 shots and it STILL jammed on the fifth. Sad. The Sig P226 and P220 were both nice, but freakin' expensive - I may start with something a bit cheaper.
*happy sigh* And now, to hit the Cirque site to decide if the next trip is to see a touring show or back to Vegas!
Had a terrible, horrible, very bad day - despite getting to see tricksterquinn and her new house of awesome - involving a truly demented GPS and some very horrible roads. And no phone service. And getting home to find the obituary of one of my high school classmates in my email inbox.
One the very slight uptick, the GPS routing me through the back roads of Hell meant that I got to see cows, and horses, and BEARS! Mama black bear and two cubs standing on the side of the road and contemplating crossing. Very cute.
I'm going to run away and join the circus now.
So, I've discovered that, much like my old job, I'm much more productive after everyone else has left and I don't have to worry about phone calls or emails or people dropping by my office - I can just put my headphones on and write like the wind (ok, a very gentle breeze - but it's HARDER when you have to include citations for every sentence you write).
So, I'm typing along on my reply brief that's due Friday, when the time display clicks over to 8:00 and bam! every light on my floor goes out.
*brief wtf moment* And I realize that not only is there not a light switch in my office, I haven't seen one anywhere on my floor - the whole building may be centrally controlled, for all I know.
I briefly consider continuing to work in the dark, and then realize that while I can still type just fine, I can't read my freakin' notes. *shrug*
So, I go home. I guess it really is kinder and gentler in the public sector! (For reference, the longest day I ever spent in the office at the firm was 17 and 1/2 hours - which, yeah, makes me a wimp by large firm standards, but there's a REASON I don't work there any longer).
Cool - 8 pm work curfew. I guess I can live with that!
From the California video game case:
Justice Alito accuses us of pronouncing that playing violent video games "is not different in 'kind'" from reading violent literature. Well of course it is different in kind, but not in a way that causes the provision and viewing of violent video games, unlike the provision and reading of books, not to be expressive activity and hence not to enjoy First Amendment protection. Reading Dante is unquestionably more cultured and intellectually edifying than playing Mortal Kombat. But these cultural and intellectual differences are not constitutional ones. Crudely violent video games, tawdry TV shows, and cheap novels and magazines are no less forms of speech than The Divine Comedy, and restrictions upon them must survive strict scrutiny. . . Even if we can see in them "nothing of any possible value to society. . . . they are as much entitled to the protection of free speech as the best of literature."
Brown v. Entertainment Merchants Ass'n, fn. 4.
The cat's been a little suspicious for the last couple of days, but not much, lured into a false sense of security by my very slow packing pace. Even she started to get alarmed at the number of boxes popping up, though, and the emptying of the closet was a dead giveaway. Luckily, she didn't panic and hide under the bed, allowing me to lock her up in the study with the food and the litter box instead.
The movers have come and gone - my entire life packed into 2/3 of a storage pod in under an hour and a half. Slightly depressing, that, but also impressive. Due to the apartment complex I'm moving to being closed on Easter, I'm stuck here until Monday morning, when I will be hitting the road for Durham, NC. My email will remain the same, as will my phone (at least for the immediate future), and I'll pass on my new physical address shortly.
I'm back in NC, apartment hunting. On the drive down and around I've been listening to the radio for the first time in a while, and Rihana's S&M is in heavy rotation. I confess it strikes me as rather odd that you can say "Sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me" on the air but not "Sex in the air."
Censorship is not only wrong, it's WEIRD.