The upcoming “140 Characters Conference” looked slightly interesting before I watched the guy’s video. So many questions. Why is he standing in the forest? Why does he speak in catchwords? And most importantly, why do people who live mostly in the virtual world think everything they say is funny as soon as they open their mouths in front of actual people? You are not clever! Stop with your gurgly nasal excuse of a laugh.
Tags: annoying,
75% of people on London buses are mean, crazy, or stupid. Typically, passengers sitting on the aisle seat who have chosen to leave the window seat unoccupied will wait to be asked politely by newly boarded travellers whether or not the window seat is free, and, if so, whether or not it would be alright if they could squeeze through to sit down. More often than not, the one sitting on the aisle will gladly collect himself and his bags, stand up, and backpedal a few feet to allow sufficient space for the newcomer to pass, before returning to his coveted aisle seat.
This process, it seems, is preferable to either 1) taking the window seat in the first place, or 2) kindly scooting over whenever a newcomer boards the bus. Why this is the case is beyond me, but I think it has something to do with the (British?) sense of ownership one feels when occupying a space, no matter its extent or significance.
Roughly 24% of London bus passengers are nice, sensible, smart people. They never leave a window seat unoccupied.
That leaves the final 1% of London bus passengers, one of whom I encountered today. I give you the following illustration I made with the little Cyanide and Happiness people. That’s me in the green shirt and this is exactly how the exchange happened, word for word, action for action. I was stunned.

Today’s Real Life Conversation is brought to you by the fine drivers of London taxi cabs. This morning I had a not too uncommon encounter with a London taxi. First, let me set up the situation:

Taxi driver fails to see me approaching to his right, and yet, having seen no cars coming from his right side, begins pulling out into the road to make a right turn. Taxi driver sees traffic coming from his left and therefore cannot continue with his turn. As he sits there idling halfway across the lane, I continue my approach all the way up to his driver’s side door, where I pause, look up, and meet the driver’s eyes. I had deliberately left 1 inch of space between my front tire and his car door.
“Are you making a statement!?” he says.
“Yes,” I say, “you cannot pull out halfway into the street and expect me to swerve!”
“Fucking asshole!” he says.
Today’s Real Life Conversation was brought to you by the fine drivers of London taxi cabs.
Watch the idiot in the orange shirt almost get flattened by oncoming cars. The cyclist (idiot) had blatantly run a light which would have been red for a solid 5 seconds. I know the light timings at this junction because it’s part of my daily route.
The argument for allowing cyclists to ride through red lights, which I have made elsewhere and continue to support, only works if cyclists are giving way to any cars or pedestrians who have the right of way. In running this red light in this fashion, this idiot in orange showed no respect for civil society and thus reinforced the bad impression of urban cyclists currently held by many Londoners.
This is the rule:
Motorists, including motorcyclists, MUST stop at the first white line reached if the lights are amber or red and should avoid blocking the way or encroaching on the marked area at other times, e.g. if the junction ahead is blocked.
[Laws RTA 1988 sect 36 & TSRGD regs 10, 36(1) & 43(2)]
Source: The Highway Code, Road junctions (170-183)
Is this rule followed? Not at all. Here are some examples from my ride today:


Is this rule punishable? Yes, in theory. Are people actually punished for such violations? Not that I know of.
Today’s Real Life Conversation is brought to you by Mr. Banker McWanker. This morning I was cut off by a driver turning left. He very nearly clipped my front wheel, which undoubtedly would have led to my injury and his inconvenience.
Me: What was that??
Him: (Rolls down drivers side window and in the typical English way says) Sorry?
Me: You cut me off, you almost hit me.
At this point, the ideal response would have been simply, “Did I? I’m so sorry, I did not see you. I’ll be more careful next time.” Instead:
Him: But I indicated, didn’t I? (Turned on his blinker, for the US readers)
Me: Yes, but as you started your turn, not before.
Him: So you were riding up inside of me?
Me: Yes, in the cycling lane.
Him: Seems a bit silly, doesn’t it, really?
So Banker McWanker was blaming me for riding my bike in the designated cycling lane. There’s nothing you can say to idiots like this except to kindly tell them to be more careful next time, lest the conversation turns into a shouting match.
Email from real life. Sounds eerily similar to something out of the Corporate Gibberish Generator. For example,
“The ability to productize virtually leads to the power to embrace mega-wirelessly. The development factor is cross-media.”
gaza:
Welcome to Israel
And you thought Welcomes in the USA were rough…
An announcement played over the sound system, interrupting my break in the sunshine. First in Hebrew, then Arabic, then in English. It was something along the lines of, “do not to be alarmed by gunshots because the Israeli security needs to blow up suspicious passenger luggage.”
… “I’m sorry but we had to blow up your laptop.”
The questions are… is a Macbook
Prodeemed a threat? or a luxury? and is this damage covered by AppleCare?Follow up piece about the compensation process…
Tags: Annoying,
Rudy Giuliani, mayor of New York City during the 9/11 attacks, said this on national television today. What an idiot. Watch the video.
Travelling is great, it’s just the getting there part that’s such a pain. And unlike George Clooney’s character in Up in the Air, I do not cherish life on the road. Long haul and red-eye journeys typically leave me tired, cranky, and frustrated with the entire travel experience. Here are three ways I’ve learned to make the process of getting from A to B a little more palatable.
This is the first chance you’ve had in a long time to sit down, relax, have some time to yourself (if you ignore the other 200 people crammed with you in the coach cabin), and read that great book you’ve been meaning to for months.
So leave room in your carry-on for an engrossing philosophical novel (Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov) or a creative narrative which informs our understanding of modern life (Diamond’s Collapse). Pocket sized paperbacks are preferable, but be careful if the text is too small: the cabin lights will undoubtedly be dimmed for the majority of your red-eye flight, making it difficult to read without squinting or holding the book two inches from your face.
Let’s face it: the best way to overcome the boredom of a long or late-night flight is simply to sleep through it. So be sure to pack a real snoozer or three to help you drift off into dreamy bliss. If your bookshelf is only stocked up with best-selling thrillers and steamy romance, why not try a corporate team-building manual or a textbook on mathematical theories?
My favourite trick: a day or two before my flight, visit your local Borders and head directly for an unfamiliar section of the store. The further away from your own specialities, the better. Scan through for titles that would sound compelling regardless of the topic. Pick one that’s surely to put you to sleep, yet just interesting enough to capture your attention for the first 2-3 sentences. And who knows? Perhaps, months or years later, you might realise you are actually curious about the socio-economic structure of old English guilds, and — oh, what you do know? — you already have the book!
Enter Wikipedia, an even quicker way to delve into volumes of content on esoteric topics you really aren’t that interested in. Now is your chance to finally read up on the Guinness brewery’s family tree or the economic significance of moths, topics which, you must admit, have been on your to-read list for weeks now.
Then get in your obligatory social networking. Leave some insightful comments on your friends’ Facebook walls, and be sure to remember to re-plant your crop of avocados on Farmville. Write a blog post about the next five crazies to cross your field of vision (the airport is a great place for people watching). Have a Skype video call with your cousin stuck in an airport on the other side of the country. Make sure all your buddies on Google Talk know that you are stranded for a few hours and how horrible it is.
And when you have exhausted all of this, Twitpic a close-up shot of the gloopy, rotten airport hot dog you just bought out of sheer desperation. The more details you share of your minute-to-minute life, the more your friends and family will love you!
Okay, maybe not. But just look at how those hours flew by!
Tell me in the comments, how do you beat the red-eye blues?
Sarah Palin on why she’s “thrilled” to be joining Fox News as an on-air contributor. Heh. (via gotcustard)
Via Sphere:
A Spanish lawmaker says he wouldn’t feel safe in the U.S. after the FBI used his photograph to create a digitally enhanced image of Osama bin Laden.
An FBI spokesman acknowledged that the agency used a photo of Gaspar Llamazares found on the Internet to create the image, Spanish newspaper El Mundo reported. The image reportedly features the Spaniard’s hair and other features.
“I was surprised and angered because it’s the most shameless use of a real person to make up the image of a terrorist,” Llamazares told a news conference. He demanded further explanation by the FBI and has threatened to file suit.
In December I read in various places that there are more active players of the Facebook app FarmVille than on all of Twitter. Facebook claims FarmVille has 69 million active players per month, and research shows Twitter has around 18 million users. I heard this news and thought, “What is FarmVille?”
So I tried it. I built my farm. I got some ducks and a wheelbarrow. I became addicted to unlocking new crops. Getting tractors was very exciting as it quadrupled the efficiency of planting and harvesting and, therefore, unlocking further crops. The process even had some educational value: I did not know, or had forgotten, what artichokes looked like while they were still at field. But now I’m out of tractor fuel and have to click 300 times just to sow a new round of crops.
I just don’t care. Even if I were to pay real-world money to unlock special features, you are no closer to winning because you cannot win. And yet, you cannot lose either. So, what is the point?
Four yellow Mentos in a row — my idea of HELL.
Right-wing terrorist crashes plane into IRS building in Texas
A man crashed a small plane Thursday morning into a seven-story office building in Austin, Tex., that houses offices of the Internal Revenue Service, the authorities said. The pilot was killed. Two people were hospitalized, and one person was still unaccounted for Thursday afternoon.
President Obama was briefed on the situation by his counterterrorism adviser, John O. Brennan, at 12:35 p.m., according to Robert Gibbs, the White House press secretary. But while the Department of Homeland Security was investigating the crash, federal officials emphasized that they did not consider the case to be a terrorist attack.
Stopping briefly for commentary: what about this isn’t a terrorist attack? The guy clearly had political objectives in mind and wanted to kill people to achieve them. So it’s terrorism when a non-American guy fails to light his crotch on fire in an airplane, but when an American crashes his plane into the side of a U.S. government building with the objective to kill, it’s somehow not terrorism?
The seven-story building, at 9430 Research Boulevard in northwest Austin, about seven miles northwest of the State Capitol, was consumed by flames after the crash. It continued to burn for hours, and by early afternoon firefighters had only been able to search the three lowest floors.
Officials said the crash was being investigated as a crime. The authorities identified the pilot as Joseph A. Stack III, 53.
A long, angry note posted on the Internet, on a web site registered to Mr. Stack and signed “Joe Stack,” appeared to have been written by the pilot, though authorities had not confirmed the connection. By midafternoon, the company that hosted the site had taken the note down, saying it was acting at the request of the F.B.I.
The note related a long history of financial difficulties and frustrations with the nation’s tax and health-care systems and with setbacks like the sharp decline of defense-related employment in Southern California in the 1990’s and the disruption of air travel after the Sept. 11 terror attacks. It ended with passages strongly suggesting that its author expected to die on Thursday, including a reference to Feb. 18, 2010, as his date of death.
“I saw it written once that the definition of insanity is repeating the same process over and over and expecting the outcome to suddenly be different,” the note concluded. “I am finally ready to stop this insanity. Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man, let’s try something different; take my pound of flesh and sleep well.”
This was a criminal suicide attack, and he was white, so it’s not terrorism.
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