The end of Spam

It's been a couple weeks on my new Emails and I love it. No more Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spaaaaaaaam, oh wonderful Spam Spam Spam Spam. No longer are 2-10 minutes a day spent sweeping up my mailbox. My strategy is simple.

1) New clean Email address
2) 1 "Spam" mail address
3) A computer dedicated to surfing untrusted sites and opening questionable Emails.
4) Any online ordering with non business sites use Spam address
5) There is no number 5

So far so good, I like Gmail. When I encounter something unrecognized I don't open it, I log on with the expendable "bomb diffusing" computer, which incidentally, has no valid Email account. No info of value, spyware can go in, I just wipe it out and reinstall op system. My contacts remain secure.

Superfine!

Morning Run...Foggy by River

Creative cell phone use while driving

Not to harp on driving issues, but this stuff writes itself. In CT we have a law banning cell phone use while driving unless using a hands free setup. I used to work for a company with Nextel, and clearly remember driving vast distances with no awareness or recollection of the trip while talking. Nowadays I don't use cell while driving, I find it way too distracting. Here are my most creative violators to date.

Guy driving tri-axle dump truck...Hope it was empty!

School bus driver lady (Didn't see any kids)

Cop in police cruiser

I'm not 100% sure I saw this, but old lady (late 50's) on cell honking at older lady (60's+) 'cause she's driving too slow or going straight from turning lane.

Damn Cup-saucers!

I had an epiphany today. I hit my head on a carrier for a chair lift and discover heightened powers of perception and free thought. Now to improve effeciency for the human race. One word...saucers. Let's eleminate cup saucers. What are they good for? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!



Perhaps they were invented when cup technology was in its infancy, to control leaks. But face it, if a cup undergoes a cataclysmic failure, a saucer will overflow! Or maybe they were for carrying hot cups...now we have handles on cups. Just look at the heavy design and rugged handle on a modern coffee mug. Can you say Obsolete?


Perhaps polite society needed them to catch drool dripping down the outside of the cup after drinking. A sham I say, I dine with barbarians all the time, and have never seen cup side-drool poolings. Faces and shirts soaked with spooge...well, that's another matter...


Two handed cup sipping style. Oh, so hoity-toity...more "polite" society nonsense. I'd sooner snort my coffee through a colostomy tube than make such a public spectacle of myself.

So, let's just say NO to cup saucers! We'd gain room in our cupboards, all mankind will benefit!

Ski Report

Skied Mt Snow, Bendover, I mean West Dover VT yesterday (Sun). Temp, a nice balmy 29 deg F (about 272 Kelvin). Beautiful skies, mostly clear, calm. Worth the trip up, though icy especially later in the day. Great driving conditions. Cover...not too bad...much man-made powder. Base...not too good...seems to be boiler plate ice. Stayed away from North Face and Beartrap Area...Corinthia area was pretty good. Not too crowded except for main trails, all high speed quads running. Spotted a little white bunny snowshoeing across trail from Main Summit Hi Speed Quad. Cappuccino...hot and tasty. New England Clam Chowder...like butta!

Land Mines

I didn't start dating until midlife, and one my early encounters was what I term the "Land Mine". You never forget your first, and true to form, I remember like it was yesterday. I had recently met my girlfriend's daughter, a beautiful blonde seven year old, and the compliment that left my mouth before my brain was able to proof or revise was "It's hard to believe something so perfect can come out of you..." Click! I was standing on a "land mine" like in the movies (I suspect real land mines have no click). You lift your leg to run and it goes off, you don't move and you'll be shot.

I don't remember how I diffused it, but in retrospect I find it so amusing. As I become more comfortable with relationships, I enjoy setting off land mines; you don't really get to know someone until you start to torture each other.

Bad Driving

The other day I blocked part of a lane with my truck while turning right at an intersection. It's a common occurance at rush hour, and I'd say my excuse was someone in a pickup took a right turn from left lane ahead of me and messed up my aura, but I would be just as happy waiting another light cycle. I'm never late...people are happy to wait for me...

It takes about 20 or 30 seconds for the light to change so I can clear the lane, and some poor guy in another pickup was so pissed at me he was gesticulating and honking as he passed. I just waved, it really didn't bother me, but I feel for him, as a matter of fact, I was him when I wore a younger mans shoes. I memorized his plate, and if he's local and I run into him, I'll apologize.

Yet, traffic is getting insane lately. A few days ago, when I was a pedestrian, I waited to cross with a walklight, and a woman, maybe in her 50's, took a left on red to attack me. I didn't really care, though she seemed to think it was my fault, I'm not threatened...this woman couldn't hit me if she wanted to.

Today, I was behind a young lady, maybe 20 something, who from a standstill ran a red light in an intersection that was being blocked by perpendicular traffic, though if she waited for the green, it would have cleared. Back in my home town, a car passed me on the left, then pretty much cut me off to take a right turn a couple hundred feet later. I stopped and waited. I was not pissed, or even surprised, but I exclaimed "Now I've seen everything!".

I have not yet seen everything. My truck weighs the better part of 23,000 pounds, and is slow, and people play "Is there a God?" with me. With only hydraulic brakes, I have sphincters of stainless steel. It would seem few people understand the difference between following 2 lengths behind vs 2 seconds. (I'm supposed to maintain 5 secs to keep my insurance carrier happy...tough to do when people constantly pass you or change lanes into that space). Stop signs and speed limits are a joke, and inclement weather or heavy traffic don't seem to be factors.

I don't feel I should be prevented from driving faster or sloppyer than others...I'm very competitive. But the bottom is getting too deep for me to scrape...

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