Morning adventures and Morbid musings.

Driving on the freeway is usually just an uneventful day to day activity (I drive the thing at least once a day, if not more). Although there are the few times in between that can never be short of embarrassing mis-happenings. Take this morning for example. I was driving up to the 21st south exit and went to hit the gas. I pressed and pressed without result. No change in the R.P.M.’s. I knew I couldn’t be out of gas because I had just put some in the previous night, and checked my oil just a few minutes before. There was also a lack of explosions, bangs and parts flying (without that it’s hard to make this interesting for all of you). I coasted down the off ramp where the car finally let out a cough-spurt and refused to move. The light was red, which gave me a few vein attempts to try and restart the car before the inevitable honking and yelling started. The bad noise ensued as predicted with the change to green. I put on my hazard lights that were useless to every one but the unnecessarily large truck and its hillbilly driver directly behind me (who honked as well, despite the flashing lights all but beating him over the head). So what else could I do you might ask? Well, I waited for all the other cars and the flying bird fingers to get out of the way (ok, there was only one, but still… c’mon!) I began to push and steer the car onto the shoulder. There was a nice bald man with glasses who helped me with the latter part of the task. He walked up with a ‘shirt sleeves rolled up I’m goona solve this’ attitude. We got the car onto the shoulder and he asked me to pop the hood. Well, I thought “beggars can’t be choosers, and he might be able to help”, so I popped the hood as requested. He stared at it stupidly for a moment, apologized, and walked away with an ‘oops, that was humiliating’ attitude. I am grateful however that people do stop and help- may karma be with you buddy. I phoned home and my Dad said he would be over with a tow truck (three cheers for Dad!). Unfortunately he would not be there in time to give me a lift to work. So I got my things and took my ‘Chevor-legs’ to the office (don’t feel bad- I could use the exorcize and did, plus I enjoyed all the sunshine and birds) so I could type this up and give all of you something for your reading pleasure (and vent a little bit).

On another note, I’m still doing homework off and on through out the day. That got me thinking. People stop by my cubicle and ask me what I’m doing. I say “homework” and they say “oh, what’s your major?” and I say “physics”. Then the look comes. That look like you just confessed to eating raw snails, or like you just pissed yourself. And the only thing they then say: “why did you pick that?” and I give my usual answer, and the conversation is over. Next time I will offer them a few other humorous major options I have been kicking around in my head:

a) Stamp collecting

b) Wedding planning.

c) Accelerated culinary operations.

I will let you know how those turn out.

Also in the news: there is a 9 year old kid in Hong-Kong that is some sort of snotty math prodigy. He’s in college already. And complaining that the courses are too easy. But I’m not going to go into that (my buddy Dr. Mookielove has already done so on his blog). However if we can take a lesson from the Mayans and Aztecs, there is going to be a mad dash to eat this kid’s heart to gain his strength. Me, I would just like to put his brain in a jar to preserve it for future posterity (after the before mentioned gruesomeness). That and I think a brain in a jar would look cool in a lab (I intend to have my own lab some day). But in case some one beats me to the punch on that one as well, I have some suggestions on what can be done with a brain in a jar:


1-Brain in a jar/ fishbowl

2-Play ‘spin the brain in the jar’

3-Hilarious ‘bobbing for apples’ prank

4-Pickle it. Wait for zombies. Serve snacks. Don’t get eaten.

5-The coolest snow globe ever!

6-‘Lack-of-conversation’ piece (for annoying visitors)

7-Put plastic facial features on the outside and walla!- Mr. Brain in a jar!

8-Hood ornament?

9-Staring contest (if eyes attached).

That’s just about it for me today. I hope you all were at least mildly interested in my morning adventures and morbid musings. see ya' tammarri!

T