Thursday, April 22, 2004

Whacky Bridge of Death

There is a bridge I cross each day that is insane - The Berkeley Bridge over the Elizabeth River in Virginia.
Here is the situation:
Approaching the bridge from the South [and connecting exactly at the bottom of the bridge] is an on-ramp from a check/weigh station, 2 lanes of North bound traffic from a freeway and 3 lanes of North-bound traffic emerging from a tunnel.
All these hit the 3 lane bridge at the same time... who designed this?.
The constant movement of cars ON the bridge itself explains all chaos theories - because despite the insanity, there are rarely accidents and everyone seems to get where they are wanting to go.
People on the left seem to all want to be on the right [for exits I'll get to] and people on the right want the opposite... no one wants the middle because just past the top of the bridge is one of those plastic and metal smashing posts that helps you choose a direction.
Anyway...
Where was I... Oh yeah....
Should you choose to go RIGHT you have 2 lanes that soon merge into 4 headed East.
Should you choose to go LEFT you have 2 lanes with an option to peal off to the right for a loop-around under toward the West. The 2 lanes that continue forward are greeted with a traffic signal within a few yards as your entrance into the city.

I am sure there are worse situations out there... but for the life of me I can't think of one.
:)

Wednesday, April 21, 2004

Writing Style Analysis

A friend of mine found this great website and did an analysis of my writing style.
The analysis checks to see if the words were written by a man or a woman!
A simple cut and paste at first seems like no big deal... but when your gender is on the line it's another story.
Thank God the results were in my favor!
I would hate to have to go home this evening and tell my wife of 19 years that I was actually a woman.
Not that there is anything wrong with that!
:D

Dog Nearly Croaked

Our dog 'Skipper' was napping on a cool air vent yesterday.
One of the items on his collar somehow caught on the vent and when he tried to stand up - he couldn't.

He totally FREAKED!

He pulled the whole vent cover off and thrashed about in the kitchen until it finally broke free.
He was thoroughly dazed and in 'shock' for a few minutes... and rightly so.
He had a nasty gash across his neck that, thank God, didn't cut any arteries.
He recovered by sitting the in the sunshine on our back deck most of the day.
Woof.
Who says only 'CATS' have nine lives!

Monday, April 19, 2004

Firsts

There are few things as precious as a child's first steps, first words, first time they call you DADDY, first bowl of spaghetti, first spilt milk, first joke that isn't funny but you laugh anyway...
... firsts are great.
Well, my 3 year old just hit another FIRSTS milestone...
... He figured out [quite well I must add] how to dial my office phone number from home.
The novelty is almost overwhelming.... both of us!
:)

Friday, April 16, 2004

Great... just great.

I put a counter mechanism on my site and then it starts giving me errors.
Fairly typical... since my middle name is Murphy.
Kidding.
Follow this link anyhow for more Murphy's Laws!
:)

Friday, April 09, 2004

Counterpoint

My narcissism was acting up quite badly today.

I decided to put a "counter"element on my other blog... The Daily Sketch.
I just had to know how many folks actually look at the sketches besides a few friends and family!!!
:)

Kyrie Eleison

I always wondered what Mister Mister was saying in that song... "Kyrie Eleison"... now I know.

Great, all these years I thought it was just mumbo jumbo song lyrics like "Inna Godda Davida Baby" by Iron Butterfly, or the lyrics "The girl with colitis goes by..." in Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds by Elton John [John Lennon and Paul McCartney original lyrics].
At least those aren't Greek... just mumbles.

Here is a link to more miss-heard lyrics. KISSTHISGUY.COM

Kyrie Eleison is Greek for "Lord Have Mercy".
People cried out for Mercy in the Old Testament and were healed by Jesus on several occasions.

A dying Christian was asked on his death bed, "Are you going to receive your reward?"
"No, no!" he breathed. "I go to receive not my reward but God's mercy."