It takes a special kind of stupid…

…to drive 12 miles up a one-way freeway in the wrong direction. Especially since someone else who did the same thing a couple of years ago was involved in three accidents in a row, the third one fatal. (You would think he would have stopped after the first one.)

Friend for a day!

I've got a friend for a day!

Get the code

I wish I knew how to embed this in my LJ's template so it would show over on the right rather than in an entry that will eventually age off. Oh well.

Land of the Lost Tzotzkes

I happened to remember just now that a tzotzke I had been given at a convention some time ago was this cute little smoked-plastic sports bottle, which would have been exactly the right size to go into the belt pouch thingie I got at the Army Surplus store yesterday. However, the tzotzke is not anywhere I can find it at all. Grrr.

Doing my part for the environment

A while ago, I noticed that there's a fellow who comes around regularly and scrounges through the trash dumpster by my apartment complex for aluminum cans, which he carries off in a trailer attached to his bike to recycle. We don't have the deposit/redemption that some places do, just payment by weight, but it's still enough for some people to want to go for it. Not worth my time or effort though. If I had a car, maybe things would be different. But that gave me an idea.

Lately, I set a plastic bin by the steps outside my door, and whenever I drink something aluminum-canned, I just open the door and drop the can there. Last time I saw the guy, I let him know it would be kosher for him to raid that bin, and now every so often (like just now) I step outside and notice all the cans have vanished.

So it's a kind of win-win symbiosis. I get to feel good about not trashing cans, though I would have neither the means nor the impetus to recycle them myself; the guy who does have the means and impetus to recycle them gets an easier harvest of mine.

I just think that's kinda neat.

Night-before jitters

Well, about to go to bed for my last night of sleep in my own bed until Monday night. Wow, I'm psyched. In 24 hours, I'll be sitting on board a big grey doggie just about ready to pull out of the doggie-station, and nervously wondering if I'll be able to get any sleep at all on the trip. I'm still undecided as to whether I should take a blanket to go with my travel pillow (on the one hand, it'll just be one more bulky thing to keep track of, I don't know for sure whether I'll need it on the way in, and I definitely won't need it on the way back; on the other hand, it might help me sleep better on the bus). What if I've packed too much stuff? Which bag should I check?

What's more, I have to worry about the Linksys router I'm getting in tomorrow. I need to set it up as soon as I get home, so it will be fully-functional for the trip when I won't be home to reset it, and I'm concerned that the couple of hours I'll have for the task might not be enough. Ah, pre-trip jitters…

At least I've got the latest version of Xjournal on my Wallstreet (well, the latest that will work on OS X 10.2.8, anyway) so I can livejournal from the event if I find a place to plug in and set up. But more likely I'll be using the LJ phone-blogging feature to drop in some audio chats. If I do, it would be nice if someone would transcribe them for me, but I won't hold my breath too hard.

Got a call from a City of Heroes friend (well, actually a pair of them) a couple hours ago, we talked for ten minutes. They're already at the con, were disappointed I wasn't. Oh well. The important stuff from my perspective doesn't happen 'til Friday anyhow. I'll be seeing them then.

Well, time to go get in bed, and dream about forgetting important things on my trip.