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If you haven't read, "Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman" then please do. There is a passage out of this book that is straight out of my own brain. It goes something like: "I saw a sign on a car bumper that said 'Baby On Board' and for some reason this pissed me off incredibly much. It puzzled me, and I spent over a week trying to figure out exactly why it pissed me off so much, and I finally cracked it, and the answer was thus: What does it matter if a baby is on board? It implies that I'm not driving carefully already, and that furthermore, this stupid sign will make me alter my behavior" ...so on a wok now, there was a guy wearing... like, halfway to a suit from LAWNMOWER MAN (movie) alternating rainbow colors. i think: Baby On Board i could have crossed the street. instead i turn left and walk by him. like clockwork, he climbs six feet onto the lawn of the house this is all playing out in front of. i have to admit it gave me a cheap laugh |
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less funny, more reliable, the neurotic women that make a point of waving an incredibly bright flashlight in your face SO. YOU. KNOW. THEY'RE. THERE. and get the fuck out of the way so, my policy here is to just do precisely what i'd do if they weren't there. when that constitutes walking by them, the flashlight waving gets increasingly frantic as i approach. i think i could capture it with MIDI CC messages |
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that i did mention the flashlite sewing squad, of which persian man has made himself an honorary member -- but i bet he gets no respect from the rest of the actually female flashlite sewing squad meanwhile i'm just some guy that walks, like, 3, 5, 6 miles a day, and most of that is fine, but then there's some chick flapFlapFLAPPing her flashlight at me. that i've actually given up flapping my flashlight back. just better to not react. go ahead and make a spectacle of yourself. you are 0.1 of another three miles i need today i do idly ponder: what do they actually fucking expect me to do? and it's something like, oh, unflinchingly hurl myself in front of a car barrelling down the busy street we're on, just because, oh, i'm waving my flashlight, this is serious |
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