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I overheard a comment made by a lady last week, with a not so subtle hint of digust: "There was a pack of sportbikes, and they rode down the highway like they owned the road."

Let me explain why when a group of bikes ride together, we sometimes act superior. It is because when riding alone, cagers not only treat us like we don't own the road, but most time, they act as if we don't even exist.

In the span of two brief trips up and down the highway, I was cut off twice. The first time was me making a lane change, when the guy ahead of me decided to share my lane while I pulled up along side it. No big deal, but the guy I was following, Mr. Wonder, thought I almost got crushed. To which I reply, "Nah, that wasn't even close. It was an annoyance, it wasn't too bad."

The second time was some old bird decided to make a lane change at night without bothering to check her blind spot. I had to literally push steer to the other side of the other lane. Her blind spot is the lack of brains, nothing more.

So that's why when we're in a pack, we act like king of the country, high-prince of the highway, and lords of the lane; because it's the only time any of you idiotic, cell phone wielding, daydreaming, non-head turning cagers realize we even exist. Riding like jerks in a pack is sure as heck safer than riding alone, where we're vulnerable to cager's whims and rage.

....Ride or Die baby. posted by losir at 1:15 AM

Nab dang it. My Yahoo Messenger's connection is flakier than a Sara Lea apple pie in dry heat by the desert.

Talk about crustiness. I can't stay on for more than 5 minutes, without getting booted out.

....it's a conspiracy to get me to do more work and less IM. I know it. posted by losir at 10:49 AM

You know what I hate? Office politics. I don't like people playing their "Customer needs it today" trump card.

Here I am, cruising along, having a good ol' time, when one of our other departmental employee throws me the ol' screw ball. WHAM. Next thing I know, I'm running around like my pants are on fire, screaming at the top of my cranial lungs, thinking of every non-profane 4 letter words I could muster up in my sad vocabulary, and I'm like: Why me??!!

So now I have to be chained to my desk for the next I don't know how many hours, hoping to the cosmos that I can luck out on a solution before they come down and squash me like the bug that I am.

....I didn't ask for this, I certainly don't deserve it!

posted by losir at 5:56 PM

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You must have heard about "E.coli." (Full name is "E. Coli 0157:H7"). I remember first reading about it in the newspaper in HK. Some people got it from eating in a restaurant and later the HK govt. found out that the employees hadn't washed their hands after going to the bathroom. Ugh!!

An article in the 2001/8/1 Chicago Tribune reports that E.coli has become a problem esp. on the west coast. It further explains that E.coli is not a bacteria but is animal fecal matter. The govt. is trying different methods to control it. It also gave these guidelines listed below, in italac. My questions are immediately below each point.

DON'T:
- drink well water
No problems here. I drink spring water, flown out from under rocks and ground. The way nature meant it to be. Water trapped in a well, that's bad business.

- swallow swimming pool water
Not swallowing swimming pool water is kinda hard, especially if you don't know how to swim. The oxymoron is that in order to be able to swim, you must learn in a swimming pool.... which obviously would mean swallowing mouthfuls here and there. I mean, unless they're asking to specifally not drink large amounts of water, i.e., bringing a straw with you to a swimming pool. Besides, isn't that why we use chlorine?? You mean chlorine just keeps the water blue but doesn't kill germs? Uh oh.

- swimming in fresh water lake
Okay, first it was man made pools, now we can't swim in lakes? But salt-water is okay? Do you know what happens when you swallow excess amounts of salt water? Yeah, it's pretty nasty. Anyone who watched Castaway would know.

- drink fresh apple juice
Is stale apple juice better, or worse yet, from concentrate? Does that mean apple juice from concentrate diluted with pool water is doubly bad?! Stale apple juice.... isn't that cider? What if you let it go really stale, and it ferments?! Ooooh, fermented cider. Now nothing kills germs like alcohol. *hick*

- eat raw sprouts
I guess if the animals are inconsiderately pooping on the sprouts, then e.coli can be a problem, since it's really animal fecal matter.

- let children pet zoo animals or strange dogs & cats
- go to farm visits
How can a strange dog or cat be different from a known cat or dog? Does a known animal be exempt from e.coli because you're familiar with it? I guess maybe you should know where your cat/dog have been..... but do you really? I'm sure most dog/cat owners let their pets roam free around the house/backyard. So keep a constant watch over your pets people, I suggest setting up a webapge with a live webcam feed that updates continuously. People working in zoos are in constant contact with animals, and I'll warrant they occasionally pet the less ferocious ones. Are they more suspectable than we are to health hazards? I guess this also holds true with farm visits. Maybe that's why no one wants to farm anymore in Canada!

- camp out
Oh, camping out is bad, that's why we invented houses.

- cook meat (esp. pork & beef) over high heat
- eat rare steaks
Don't cook meat in high heat?? I thought heat killed germs. And if we can't eat it raw, and we can't cook on high heat, then what do we have left? Slow cooking beef..... I don't know if I want to eat beef jerky for every meal, because low heat = long cook = tough meat.

....I'm not trying to be a jerk. I'm just really curious about the seemingly random points. Too bad I'm such a sarcastic nut. Thanks for putting up with me Aunt Two. posted by losir at 5:38 PM

Har Har! What a grand morning.

Woopie. I'm all jazzed up to do some real work. NOT!

Well, happy B-day Chic-Chick again!! Here are three pix of the evening. There were much more, but I think these say it all. It was a good little part-ay.

Hey MadCanadian & Sharky, remember Easy? Awww yeah.

The five deadly venom.

....after-long weekend mornings are worse than Mondays.
posted by losir at 10:59 AM

BeSeenGirl (BSG)'s fianc� was working in Seattle. As a small little vacation, she thought it would be neat if she went down to visit him for several days. Everything was planned. Her plane was to leave at 4pm, and arrive in Seattle by 8. The Fianc� had booked a trendy/fancy restaurant, and they would start her brief getaway with a nice intimate and no doubt romatic dinner.

Being cheap, errr.... monetary conscious, she decided that instead of springing $20 for an airport taxi service, she would take the bus there. However, since she was on contract work, she wanted to be there as late as possible before having to catch her flight. In her mind, leaving at 2:30pm for the bus would be best.

At 2:20ish, she asked a co-worker to give her a ride to the bus stop; which was literally a minute drive from her work place. But being that she was dressed to the nines with lugage in tow, it would be more convenient than taking a 5 minute walk to the nearest stop. Afterall, she was in a white dress with 4 inch pumps, I can't imagine it being comfortable walking in those.

As the car neared the bus stop, there was a cop stationed on a side street. Fearing for a ticket, (I believe there's a certain distance from a traffic light where you can't just stop) her co-worker decided it was better to drive further down to let her off. Unfortunately, for the next 10 minutes, there was no driveway or sidestreets to turn into, and because the main road was busy, no U-turn was possible.

BSG was finally dropped off, and the story should have ended there, but when the co-worker had returned to the office for ten minutes, BSG called. "I think I missed the bus, could you please find me a taxi service's number?"

While the co-worker looked for a number, the bus came. "Nevermind," said BSG. "The bus is here. Thanks, bye." And with that, she hung up.

The story should have ended here, but it didn't. At 4:20pm, BSG called her co-worker. "I missed my flight!! I got off at terminal 3, and my plane was at terminal 2. I had to walk all the way over!! So I now have no choice but to pay an extra $160 to get on the next flight."

Let us recap the math. To save a lousy twenty bucks, she spent an extra One Hundred and Sixty Dollars to get on a flight which would not arrive until 12:30 Seattle local time. Which of course, also meant their nice little dinner was cancelled.

So what's the moral of the story?

....Sometimes you have to spend money to save time. posted by losir at 1:22 AM

As the super-retro 80's beats blared out from the sound system, we milled around and partied, drinking to Chic-Chick's 25th b-day. Whooping it up on too much Crispy Crunch and tequilla shots. We had her pretty sloshed by the end of the night. So much so, she fell once onto the ground, and I think she passed out on a chair for a good 15 minutes. I hope she can live with herself the next morning.

I too have been there, drinking until I wanted to black out, partied so much I couldn't remember my own name. Those were the good ol' days. Maybe they're not as good as I once thought, but who the heck remembers? I certainly don't, and I'm glad there wasn't photographic proof.

Oh well, I only had one beer, and like 3-4 shots. Plus I had a pint during dinner. It was all good.

Oh yeah, went to Rodney's Oyster bar at their new location. Very good still. I love raw Oysters, can't get enough of that stuff. The $20 shrimp cocktail was also delish, but way overpriced. The Boston clam chowder wasn't thick enough, and like most, not enough clams. There was a shrimp and coconut curry, which also rather disappointed. The dessert was a banana flamb�, which didn't tastes as good as it sounds. I guess when you go to an oyster joint, that's all that's really good there. I think there was a lobster dish that smelled wonderful from another table, but no one tried it at ours.

Anyhow, really cool to hang out with massivest's crowd, as they're all fun to party with. I had a good time.

....it wasn't fun dancing to Michael Jackson, not even when you're tipsy. posted by losir at 2:07 AM