Monthly Archives: September 2009

Only YOU can prevent car accidents

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During my 40 minute commute to work today, I counted 4 people talking on their cell phones without using a handsfree device. 4. And that was just the people directly in front of or behind me. I didn’t scrutinize every car on the southbound 55.

That means that roughly every 10 minutes, someone decides they’re willing to risk my life (or at the VERY least, my car’s life) just to make or answer a phone call. I don’t like that statistic (which is in no way scientifically proven, just based on my observations), and I shouldn’t have to live with it. The handsfree only law was created for a reason, just as the no-running-red-lights law was: to save lives.

I think I’m going to follow someone else’s idea whenever I see someone breaking this law: hold up my iPhone like I’m going to take a picture and look at the person in their rearview mirror and say, “Smile!” Of course, I won’t take the picture if I’m driving; that would be just stupid and hypocritical. But it may entice the person breaking the law to hang up the phone, thinking that I might just send that “picture” to the police.

Think it’ll work?

Or maybe I’ll just make a sign to hold up: “Please don’t kill me, hang up the phone!”

Anyone else want one? I’ll make it double-sided: one side written so the guy behind me can read it, and the other side written backwards so the gal in front of me can read it in the rearview mirror.

AUTHOR’S UPDATE:

I counted 5 drivers on my way home, 2 of which were texting with both hands!

Hi, I’m a PC. Literally.

Today on my way to work, I was struck with this intense thought that I felt like a robot. I’m stuck in this loop with no ability to think for myself. I just do what I’m programmed to do, nothing more, nothing less. As I merged onto the 405 from the 55, I felt like I was just sitting on a conveyor belt, on my way to do some grunt work for a higher class of being who recognizes me only as a machine and not as a thinking person, joining other fellow robots on the slow, agonizing path to the same dull chores we perform every day.

If computers get upgrades to make them run better and make the people who utilize them appreciate them more, when do I get mine? My last service pack installation was 4 years ago. In the computer world, that makes me pretty much obsolete, slow, waaay past my warranty, ready to break down at any moment. This makes me fear being replaced. But is it all my fault? If my owner doesn’t take the necessary steps to upgrade my system, then my owner may not realize my full potential. In this world of consumerism, I may just get taken down to the local Goodwill where they recycle electronics and my owner will replace me with a cheaper, nicer-looking model.

Sure, I get my share of viruses, but only because I’m connected to a smaller PC that shares data with many other PCs. But the longer we stick around, the better our virus protection gets; again, because of upgrades. But do our owners see that? No, they just see that we are out of commission a few times a year and focus on that downtime.

I feel like I need to be placed on Craigslist: “Free to a good home. Runs like clockwork, reliable and when maintained ($$) properly, will continue to offer support for all necessary tasks.”

The invisible milestone

Smiling when they recognize you. Laughing. Rolling over. Crawling. Eating solid foods. Sitting up. Pulling up. Walking. Talking. Reading. Going to school. Riding a bike w/o training wheels. Losing a tooth. Driving a car.

The parenting books missed one: Bathing oneself.

“Em” can now clean herself without any help. She can turn on the shower. She can scrub off the dirt that accumulated in the last 24 hours. She can apply and rinse out shampoo and conditioner. She can turn off the shower and wrap a towel around herself. She can comb the tangles out of her hair.

Know what this means?

I can have dinner ready before her bedtime!

Now if she could only do her own laundry…