Sheila

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Ill communication

I just listened to Ill Communication on my way home from work tonight. I left at 9.00p. I realized that it would be a great title for a blog post, so…

I was at work for the second night in a row until 9p, so that’s ill. I have gone just over a month without posting, so that’s ill. If I went a calendar month without a post, that would be ill… therefore, here’s your fluff piece to put a stop to that.

Seriously though, I intimated in the last real post that I’d fill in blanks later, so I guess this is it. I think that blogging during the summer can be a bit tough when you don’t have some regular topic to shout about. I definitely have never had that, so it is here and there. Well, weekends are straight out because the last thing I want is to be in front of a keyboard on a weekend. Weeknights have also been straight out because I have been getting home late most nights and since those are due to work, I have had enough of the keyboard for a day. When not, I want to spend it on the couch in front of the 360 for a game or catch up on su... Continue reading »

Triple priced

So, the MBTA Transit Police charged Sheila $15 for taking up two parking spaces today.

Lemme do the math here… if it costs $5 for a spot for the day, and two are taken, that’s $10 and not $20, right?

I was over the lines in my spot because the truck next to me was over his lines, go figure. I’m sure they saw that. Not. I hope that guy got a ticket too. He was gone before I got back tonight. Anyway, this markup is sorta crap. At worst, I cost the MBTA five dollars in lost revenue today. It’s not like I was in a metered, handicap or fire lane spot, I was over the lines. I know, I’m complaining, really, over ten bucks. I don’t actually care, but I’m in a ranting mood, so what the heck.

Oh, who’s Sheila you ask? Well, obviously that’s the name of my truck. Yeah, I named her Sheila, despite the slightly disturbing thought that it puts in my head about a pizza delivery ape… he of the gold-digging-ex-wife-named-Sheila fame. The only woman who’d ever think a pizza delivery ape — honestly, a term of... Continue reading »

Let it snow

I don’t know about you, but I left work at 12.45 (when I saw the first flake) and got home at 4.45. Of course, I made a mistake by getting off at Braintree instead of continuing on down the highway. Had I done that, maybe I make it home in three hours instead of four. The GPS in my new truck probably helped or hurt the commute. I can’t decide if taking side roads I didn’t know connected with other roads helped or hurt…

Anyway, I was just reading an article on boston.com about the event and was struck by this line:

“One person was killed when a man driving a snowmobile the wrong way in the center lane of Interstate 84 in Sturbridge collided with a tractor trailer at 1 a.m.”

Um… because he’s a dumbass redneck. That’s why he died. Snowmobile… on an Interstate… what do you expect?

Oh… pun intended.