A couple of links
I am amazed that this show was canceled after only one episode!
Movie observation
I’m amused that whenever I’ve mentioned the movie Inglourious Basterds to a woman thus far, the association with the movie that she’s drawn was not World War II, or Quentin Tarantino. Every time I’ve mentioned it, the woman recognized the movie by the presence of Brad Pitt in it.
Never mind that this was quite possibly his least-sexy role ever (especially with the hilariously-ridiculous hillbilly accent). Women just seem to like Brad Pitt.
Vroom!
I swear, after roaring along a deserted expressway at well over twice the speed limit*, my bike was purring contentedly at the traffic light at the end of it. It just seemed somehow very pleased with itself.
I'm sure that my bike is at least part cat.
*Speed limits here are ridiculously low. On the bit of expressway I was on, the speed limit was 60km/h. It later lowered to 40km/h, which meant that I was going at three times the speed limit at the time.
Some things I learned tonight
It is possible to talk down to a two-year-old. That’s when kids are starting to be aware of such things as “language” and other such things, and thus baby-talk is below them.
Also, they know this, and will treat all attempts at baby-talk with the contempt they deserve (if you’re lucky, they’ll ignore it).
And, best of all, they will be able to spot the adult who doesn’t talk down to them, and will reward them with extra attention. I used to think I was crappy with children just because I have no idea how to do the silly baby-talk thing. It turns out that even two-year-olds like being talked to as if they were a fellow adult.
It took them nearly five years to track me down, but...
I just received a note from a solicitor in England, informing me of some startling news. I am the beneficiary of a fortune!
My rich old uncle died back in 2004, and in the wake of his passing, his will has been meticulously disbursed. The note I received in my mailbox today explained the extent of my part in his will.
Seems he willed me the sum of an astounding one hundred pounds.
So, should I have them donate this amazing sum to UNICEF or Amnesty International?
Crash!
No, not me.
Yesterday, someone crashed their little Honda Fusion scooter into, as far as I can tell, a truck. The bike came out of it badly, and the rider worse: he was carted off to hospital in the back of an ambulance.
As for the bike, every bit of fairing on it was broken, some bits worse than others. After generally cleaning up, the police put the bike on the side of the road, where passers-by can see the damage (and hopefully drive more carefully).
Today the bike was still there, the owner most likely not being in the best shape to come and rescue it. Only today, there was a parking ticket on it.
I like the title of this piece
This woman sure has preconceptions.
Fortunately all those tons of responses she got proved them to be inaccurate. Hey, how about that, not all men are bastards.
Two bike-related things
Today I learned (or rather, was reminded) that rear-view mirrors have this cool spring-loaded mechanism so that when they’re pushed forward, they just go BOING back into their original location with no harm done.
Entirely unrelated (honest!) I need to replace the left rear-view mirror on my bike. It currently looks something like this:
The crack happened when I was trying to pop the mirror off its frame to try and get at the bolt underneath, because it had gotten really really loose. You can see the temporary measure I’ve employed in the meantime in that picture of course.
A quick way to tell if I can park my bike
At the parking lot near work, whenever I park my bike when there’s a few spaces free, I see a pretty girl standing nearby. One time I got there at the same time as another guy, and she kissed him and made happy faces and the like. She was waiting for her boyfriend every day, awww.
Today I showed up at that parking lot, and I saw the girl waiting for her boyfriend as usual. There was only one space left! Delighted at having won, I took the space. And then I noticed the girl tapping away on her cellphone and wandering off.
I conclude that, if I see her waiting at the parking lot near to work, there’s a spot free. If she isn’t, I needn’t even bother going in, and I may as well just head right back down the hill and go park at the parking lot near the new south entrance of Shibuya Station.
I wonder whether, if I catch the last parking spot and pack up my things quickly enough, I might not learn of another nearby parking lot just by following her.
Note to Kenny Rogers
This may be a modern world, but you don’t normally scroll through a piece of paper.
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