Remember when you were a child and your parent, if you weren't behaving on a road trip, would threaten to stop the car and turn around?
Yeah. My bus driver did that this morning. He stopped the bus to go to the back of the bus to lecture a young woman for being loud on her cell phone. I almost feel grateful that I had hung up from my cell phone at that point.
September 15, 2008
Oh, dear deity. Power just went out again for a good five minutes. I'm going out to find a flame thrower (what I call the thingies that you use to light candles), batteries for the flashlight, and food for dinner. And to be in the car for a while so my cell phone can charge so I've got it for an alarm clock tonight.
Well, that was bunches of fun. Lost power for nine hours and just got it back at 5:20 a.m. Scared the cat when it went back on, because I had forgotten that the TV was on and it suddenly turned on when the power came back.
According to the PG, 130,000 were without power thanks to the Ike remnants. Now I get to grab a bus to go to my 8 a.m. appointment in Oakland. Fun!
According to the PG, 130,000 were without power thanks to the Ike remnants. Now I get to grab a bus to go to my 8 a.m. appointment in Oakland. Fun!
September 14, 2008
For some reason I've been on this civil defense/nuclear protection kick lately. Don't know why.
Watched the Atomic Cafe last night after SNL. When I called my mother this morning, I commented on Duck and Cover, and how she probably would enjoy the documentary because she probably would have been subjected to all that in school.
She agreed, and said she remembered doing Duck and Cover through elementary school and possibly through high school.
"You must have done it through high school," I said, "because I remember doing it in elementary school and through fourth grade."
She didn't think that was possible until I reminded her that I had gone to school during the later parts of the Cold War. And then I quoted Wikipedia's entry on Duck and Cover: "Duck and Cover was a suggested method of personal protection against the effects of a nuclear detonation which the United States government taught to generations of United States school children from the late 1940s into the 1980s."
I then shared the story of being in my music teacher's room, which had only folding chairs, but no desks. The teacher told us that we'd be safe because even though there weren't any desks, her room was made out of thick cinder block.
Anyone else remember doing that kind of stuff in school?
Watched the Atomic Cafe last night after SNL. When I called my mother this morning, I commented on Duck and Cover, and how she probably would enjoy the documentary because she probably would have been subjected to all that in school.
She agreed, and said she remembered doing Duck and Cover through elementary school and possibly through high school.
"You must have done it through high school," I said, "because I remember doing it in elementary school and through fourth grade."
She didn't think that was possible until I reminded her that I had gone to school during the later parts of the Cold War. And then I quoted Wikipedia's entry on Duck and Cover: "Duck and Cover was a suggested method of personal protection against the effects of a nuclear detonation which the United States government taught to generations of United States school children from the late 1940s into the 1980s."
I then shared the story of being in my music teacher's room, which had only folding chairs, but no desks. The teacher told us that we'd be safe because even though there weren't any desks, her room was made out of thick cinder block.
Anyone else remember doing that kind of stuff in school?
September 10, 2008
While watching Top Design
Am I the only person who, when walking around in places that I frequent, still looks for the fallout shelter signs on nearby buildings?
Working on the 57th floor of Pittsburgh's tallest building, I figure that I'm gonna die anyway if a bomb hits, but at least I know where to go if I'm waiting for the bus.
Except, according to a city website I just read, the placards no longer are accurate as the buildings are being used for other things. Screw it. I'm still heading to the church across the street from Steel.
Working on the 57th floor of Pittsburgh's tallest building, I figure that I'm gonna die anyway if a bomb hits, but at least I know where to go if I'm waiting for the bus.
Except, according to a city website I just read, the placards no longer are accurate as the buildings are being used for other things. Screw it. I'm still heading to the church across the street from Steel.
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