February 2015
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Don’t know and don’t care what keeps people in for the day after the super bowl- hangover, weather, whatever- but the parking lot, when I got to it, monday morning, was mostly empty. Now we’re talking about probably a hundred acres of tarmack here, that had recently been repaved, and not a parking block in sight. Oh, there were a few stop signs, but not like those were going to be hard to spot. And they had plowed really early, so there was about a solid 4″ of snow. Custom made for hooliganism.
So I slid around the lot for a while, until the security guards came out and told me to knock it off. After doing about a dozen donuts of their own. And then they chased me to my parking place with their lights on and sirens going.
Using a well made, well balanced car to do this sort of thing is a hoot, but using a tall, top heavy AWD suv and making it move like a fiddler crab on speed is nut tingling fun.
whether it be directed at drivers, shoppers, customers, employers is “Monkeys”.
This is because it is my opinion- and the official position of the Catholic Church- that all creatures evolve- it is part of the Creator’s plan and the evidence of that plan being complex is overwhelming.
So when I say “Monkeys” it is because I suspect the objects of my scorn are less evolved- in some cases barely tool-using, but in many cases only a generation or so away from brachiating, and even now, a genetic mis-step could take them right back to the trees.
Around the driveway- one at noon yesterday, one at seven yesterday, and one at six thirty this morning. Each time there has been another six to eight inches, and that’s been straight falling snow. A lot more in drifts. Had to do the drive just so the wife could leave for work. Her car has “Traction control” which is it’s way of saying “When it’s a bit slippery, I give up”. What stupidity. So I showed her how to turn it off and we’ll go from there. She drove a Honda Civic in Canadian winters, she knows how to drive in snow without some nanny damned thing telling her what to do.