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After my class final at PSU, I took the shuttle back to work. Just after the shuttle left, he started to accelerate to turn onto Brodway when the light turned green. The bus jerked to a halt and the driver honked at a person who crossed in front of the bus. The driver opened the door and suggested the pedestrian obey the signals. The pedestrian taunted the driver: “What are you going to do – hit me?” I could easily hear from the back, but the pedestrian, whom I will refer to as jackass continued with the following dialogue:

Driver: “You should obey the signals”
Jackass: “What are you going to do? Hit me?”
Driver: “You should obey the signals”
Jackass: “WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO? HIT ME?!?!”
Collective internal dialogue of all the passengers: “Yes, please do…”
Long pause
Jackass: “Never do that again. You hear me? NEVER DO THAT AGAIN. SAY IT!”

The bus driver closed the doors on the jackass, whom several passengers had stood up to get a better view of. I also got a better view. The jackass looked like he must have been a professor whose mistress/student had just broken off their relationship. His face was splotchy pink with unrighteous anger. Evidently he wasn’t aware that the 13 people on the bus also had places to go. But we missed the light and sat there for another several minutes in silence.

Ironically, this all took place under the pedestrian bridge which is decorated with the school’s mission: Let knowledge serve the city.

I think someone abandoned their car in front of our house. Its not that bad of a car, but the front is smashed up a bit and its parked haphazardly. I’m starting to imagine ways that it may have been crashed. Like hitting a cop car while fleeing a bank heist.

I may call about it if it hasn’t been moved by Thursday, but I’ll be very tempted to see if its unlocked and if there is anything cool inside. Like a garage door opener.

update 12/8:

The owner of the car appears to be the family down the hill that parked their POS explorer in front of our mailbox for the duration of the snow storm. We didn’t get any mail for nearly a week! Anyway, they have a new explorer-esqe vehicle, and this appears to be the daughter’s car. I would have asked if they planned on parking there long term, but Barley charged out to see what was going on while she was getting stuff out of the trunk. After that, she got into the beast (OR license 986 BBB;) and drove off.

People please – I’m trying to listen to The Inner Mountain Flame. If you keep interrupting me with work, I’ll never finish the first song.

There is little in the world that rivals the joy of an authentic Flowbee® haircut. The relaxing hum of the vacuum, the airy massage of your hair being lifted, as if by magic, the simple snip of rapidly oscillating blades. And afterwards, a generic, repeatable, and inoffensive haircut that only costs you 30 minutes of your time and much of your wife’s dignity. And that’s without posting pictures of it on the internets.

This is actually the second Flowbee my family has owned. They still have the original pre-Wayne’s World Suck-Cut model. It still works, and they’re offering it to me. The new one is much quicker, and was kind of scary. It cuts faster, and my hair was longer than the attachment I had selected. But its done. And the only remaining problem is the tangle of neck hair that someone who really cares for you will trim.

So on this Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for a free hair cut, family who will help trim my neck, and a wife that puts up with me. And the internets to share all this on.

The major source of dust around any facial tissue box in our house seems to be the tissue itself. Is it a coincidence that its both the cause of and relief to the same problems? Does it tie in closely with the post about chapstick? Find a support group about that, Al.

I don’t put chapstick on until my lips are chapped. And when I do put it on, they just taste good, so I unconsciously chew the flavor off, which just makes my lips hurt more. Why does it have to taste so good? The stick I have now is cocoa flavored. mmm…

Conversation with Boss #2 on Friday:

John: I hear you’re sick
Me: Yup.
John: Do you have stuff you need to do today?
Me: Not specifically
John: Where’s your boss?
Me: (shrug)
John: Who’s your boss when your boss is gone?
Me: (shrug)
John: I am. Go home.
Me: (shrug)

Naturally, I couldn’t just rest. I had to do yard work because it was dry and nice out. It didn’t help the cold any. But all the walnut leaves are up.

Last night Chris drove down from Tacoma to see the ropeadope new music seminar. huh? Seminar?

Well, its not so much a seminar as a flashy name for big show. Several artists recording with the ropeadope label were there and wandered on and off stage to play with each other. Charlie Hunter, The Duo, Lyrics Born, Critters Buggin’, and Sex Mob (the horns) all had their time on stage, though it blended between them at times.

Its the first show I’ve seen in quite some time, so the 4 hours of live music was quite a treat. I really enjoyed The Duo, and was surprised to actually see many of these artists for the first time. Lyrics Born for example looked a lot like Ben Walz John Belushi, and Skerik seemed a saxamaphone playing Tom Green.

Chris felt the show was severely under-whelming, having seen many of the artists before, often several times. Having not seen any, I was simply pleased to be there. The sound did suck in the Aladdin though. Especially with 4 percussionists playing at the same time.

Like most shows with any amount of jamming at them, there were lots of hippie-dancers. You can really tell who actually has an internal sense of time when Critters Buggin’ started playing and all but 1 woman either stopped dancing or looked like they were punch-drunk (seemed the appropriate analogy for a ropeadope show). The woman with the butterfly tatoo… no, not that one, the other…no, in for you… yeah.. her.

No Damnit! We wanted Michael Powell to go, not Colin Powell. Not listening to him is what got us into these messes.

Wow – first Wesley Willis, now O.D.B has died. At 35 (almost 36) years of age. Wow.

I can understand people’s revulsion by the artist. But he was an artist. And he was capable of some really unique, really amazing stuff. I don’t know what the details of his recent life is, but surely what led up to this point can’t have made for a healthy lifestyle. So kids, stay away from drugs. Seriously.

Oh, Chris, I accidently deleted all my Wesley Willis. Do you still have any?