It's less of a resolution as it is a wish list.

I hope I'm not arrested for vehicular manslaughter.
Please don't let me punch a professor.
I would like to not answer the woodstove when my phone rings.
Throw in some nookie, and it's a deal.

that's about it.

Quiet please for the movie

Getting pretty hectic at work with the onset of the new semester and all. I think I'm going to write down a lot of the shit that goes down at the end of the day at home and then transfer it to the blog as I have more time at eleven PM than I do right now.

It's getting fun.

in other news:
I went bowling after work yesterday, then came back and boxed a coworker on the Wii. I now know how Brittany Murphy died of cardiac arrest.

Nobel, schnobel

I listened to O'Bama's speech to the Nobel committee, and holy cow. I liked it. Not only was it delivered well, but it pretty well laid everything out. If you get an opportunity and 36 minutes, it's a good listen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSaoLPXjmyM&feature=related

It's your life dude, you decide

I almost sent a bicyclist to one of Ted's local contemporaries today.

You see, we have bicycle lanes on our one-way streets here in the Ville, and it's great. Them bastards can have their lane, and I can have mine. Well, one rider apparently got "left foot on red" while playing traffic twister today and came out of the bike lane and started riding in the car lane. This I could not abide and started riding his ass. It was at this time that Mr. "I have a force field around my bike" flipped me off. WRONG MOVE!

I got around him and rode (mostly) in the lane next to him, easing him over ever so gently at 20mph. I kept getting the bird, and he kept getting pushed back into the bike lane.

I stopped at the next intersection for the red light. He flipped me off again and busted the light.

They wonder why there's no love for them.

Hoosiers, can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em

I almost had a cement truck jammed up my tailpipe due to a stupid hoosier in traffic. Now that they're actually trying to have me killed, I must quote Doc Holliday from Tombstone. "That's it darlin' I really hate him."