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Driving Pet Peeves
I had this girlfriend once who, while coming back from lunch, was singing along to Hey Jude. She sang in a band, which would've been cool, except it was a country band. Not cool, because she always wanted me to go see them. And I hate country music. But I digress. As she got to the "na na" parts, I wondered how many "na nas" they had, and if the song beat Journey's "Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin" which also ends with a bunch of "na na's". Later, I heard a message from her saying merely "278" (or whatever it was). I had no clue what "278" meant, until I thought about it for a few minutes. She played the song and counted them all. And, that would've been a cute and funny message, but she called from work and somehow she messed things up. When she hung up her phone, what really happened was my machine was put on hold. And I heard elevator muzak versions of about three songs before it finally cut off. I stood there listening to them, because I wasn't sure what was going on. I thought she was leaving those songs for some comedic reasons. It wasn't until the middle of the second song, that I started to think maybe she just didn't know how to work her phone system.— September 20, 2009 1:06 a.m.
Driving Pet Peeves
I have a black PT Cruiser as well. I only sing along to Hey Jude when it gets to the "na na na na" parts, and of course, Sir Paul yelling "Jude, Jude, Judy, Judy, Judy, wow!!!" The best Beatles songs for blasting in the car: Tomorrow Never Knows, Hey Bulldog, Ticket to Ride, Magical Mystery Tour, and Help! (surprisingly, Baby You Can Drive My Car doesn't make the cut)— September 19, 2009 4:23 p.m.
A Day in Traffic Court
Funny Update: a guy named Ken Harrison, who has written a few stories for the Reader that I've enjoyed, sent me a certificate to attend one of those comedy driving school classes. He included a note that said in traffic court, they usually consider you guilty until proven innocent. And when I'm found guilty, I can attend their comedy class. So, I'm looking forward to it. Well...wait. I'm looking forward to being found "innocent". BUT, if found guilty, I'll attend the comedy class. I wonder if, when the comedian is doing his schtick, people heckle. I mean, instead of the two drink minimum, you have a crowd of angry drivers that are paying off tickets and worrying about their insurance rates.— September 19, 2009 12:39 p.m.
Driving Pet Peeves
In residential areas, Fish, I don't flip out when someone slows down. I understand there are all kinds of reasons for why someone might be doing it. But on the freeway, you need to stay at freeway speeds. Otherwise, it's dangerous for every other driver. And, drivers need to realize, slower traffic is supposed to stay to the right. I agree that cell phones have created so much bad driving. I just don't think you need to pass a law, to punish the "good" drivers that can walk and chew gum at the same time. Just as I don't think you need an alcohol ban on the beach, because a few idiotic college kids, get drunk and rowdy. Instead, just increase the "intoxicated in public" fine, to something so outrageous, they'll think twice before doing something stupid next time. And Russl...you know what the craziest thing is? I've had one or two people, try to tell me "it's not just rap music." And ever since they've said that (about 7 years ago), I've specifically paid attention. And, I have to say: I've never heard Abbey Road blasting out of a car stereo, or Exile on Main Street, or some Wagner or Vivaldi. Nope. It's always hip-hop/rap. Now, once at 2 a.m., a huge truck was blasting out AC/DC, with windows down. But in 7 years of me actually paying attention to what type of music, that's the only time I can recall hearing something other than hip-hop. And that being said, I by no-means say that ALL fans of hip-hop blast their music. Most of them don't. I'm just saying, when you do hear a car stereo thats louder than it should be, that's usually the genre of music.— September 19, 2009 12:36 p.m.
Huff-Puff
Tarantino actually has good taste in movies. I just wish he could translate that love, into making great films, instead of the crap he usually puts out. Not a big fan of Campion. Piano is okay, though.— September 19, 2009 10:49 a.m.
Driving Pet Peeves
The dangling testicles, yes. Those are annoying. Who thinks those are even clever? I don't mind the "for sale" sign. I've often wondered, if you have one of those signs, and are driving horribly (ie cutting people off, or 55 in the fast lane), well...now we have your phone number. We can easily call and say "I'm not interested in the '89 Dodge Dart, thank you very much. But I was wondering if you took a driving class or even have a drivers license?" Regarding people cutting back in line, after jumping out to pass 15 drivers, yeah, that bugs. It bugs me almost as much, that the idiot people in line, let the person "scoot" their way back in. DON'T THEY REALIZE WHAT THEY'RE DOING??? Would they let them cut in line at a grocery store? Or, do people get to do this in the comfort of their own vehicles? Missed exit...why don't people realize, they can just take the next one and back-track, instead of some manuever that's hardly safe? And yes, the trucks on the way to Vegas. That's too funny. I never realized that, but...you kind of want to tell them "now you know how we feel. just stay behind them until there isn't a single car you have to cut off and slow down."— September 19, 2009 10:43 a.m.
Walking and Chewing Gum at the Same Time
You'll only go blind if you're looking down at the wrong time! I do believe you could lose a limb if you dangle them out cars. Well, at least I believe that, after watching that Tarantino movie Grind House. Kurt Russell crashes his car, head on, to a vehicle filled with women. One is painted her toe nails or something, with the foot on the dashboard. And, we see it go flying thru the air.— September 19, 2009 1:43 a.m.
Chollas Lake Towers, TSA Confiscations
I could see how someone with a knife could take over a plane. Didn't the 9/11 terrorists use box cutters?— September 18, 2009 3:45 p.m.
Mutt Mixer
Oops! My bad. I got all confused. I didn't realize you were talking about something in the story. I thought you were making a ref. to the poster "SpliffAdamz" or whatever his name was. Anyway...regarding this party...these studies always come out that say people start to look like their pets. So, I thought if my dog started crashing parties with me...— September 18, 2009 7:51 a.m.
Walking and Chewing Gum at the Same Time
Nope. He's FINALLY gotten comfortable being left home alone. I don't know if it was a mix of that Lab staying with him, or him just getting used to us. Since we picked him up at the shelter, who knows what was going thru his mind when we left the house.— September 18, 2009 1:19 a.m.