On the way back, from out the woods, all of a sudden the traffic came to a stand still. For a second I thought I had given way to shock and was in need medical attention because this is Maryville, Tennessee. This is a town that is maybe three times the size of Stockbridge, Massachusetts, it seemed a bit excessive to require four police cars and one tow truck at the “scene of the crime.”
After all it was just a routine case of dented rear (end) syndrome. One idiot/person liked the other person’s butt a little too much and would have no long distance relationship. For this driver, he wanted that butt just like a babyboomer to coke: “ITS MINE!!! I WANT IT NOW!!!!!!!” A moment of pure obsessive madness.
The larger problem is the inability of said law enforcement to correctly assist in navigating around such a traffic fiasco. No, instead said officer motioned as if I was to stop my motor vehicle. What he then failed to do was request that I drive around said incident while he walked past me.
This was not a case of American blind justice, just sheer irreverence for having a decent work ethic. After all aren’t public servants supposed to perform their tasks to the best of their ability no matter how irksome? Or, in the midst of other current events, have the law enforcement officials in Maryville be taking notes from the Knox County Commision? Only time will tell…
In case anyone was wondering, yes, it really happened.
At precisely 2PM on Saturday, September 29th, 2007, our Virulent Virtuoso of Vagary (and Prominent Proponent of Piratry!), Ms. Diva Howe, finally tied the knot with the love of her life.
Back in the day, I was rather artistic — literature, art and music for the most part — but somewhere along the line, I realized that my form of Literature wasn’t for the masses. The Art that I created could be sold or not based simply on how I named it. My Music was destined to be devoured by greedy, leg-breaking asshats who’d make it unaffordable. There was always a business angle to discourage me.
A bit of cartooning proved to be humorous, but not socially acceptable. Back in high school, my Art teacher looked upon those doodles with great disdain. She’d often ban me from the class because she knew what I was going to draw before I’d finished the first few strokes.
“I won’t have that filth in my classroom!” she’d scream.
“It’s not filth, it’s…”
“Get out, get out, GET OUT!”
No amount of explaining could convince her otherwise.
While it turned me away from Art for some time, it was all for the good. Ingenuity became the outlet for my creativity, and I avoided the life of a starving artist.
Besides, I still have the odd spurt of creativity that I can do something cool with. *grin*
So, Mrs. Cooper, this video’s for you. 😉
http://youtube.com/watch?v=apP29XeK1o4
Tip: Bluepaintred – I’ll get back to my regular reads soon enough
It’s no big secret — err, well, maybe it is — that I’ve been doing IT work since 1986. Not your average IT guy, mind you, but the type who gets a Monday morning call, gets on a plane, and goes and fixes something at a semiconductor manufacturing plant in Malaysia, then gets back in time to have a beer with the Pirate Chicks™ on Wednesday night.
In and out, real fast, get paid. That’s the way I like it.
No, I didn’t mean like that, although, I have had my days…
Last year, I hooked up with the owner of a business of the Adult variety. She marketed my skills pretty well (no, seriously, not like that!), and I ended up working on a few websites and servers which I probably never would have had they not been so professional. I mean, these are business people, first and foremost, and if you can keep your head around nudity and porn and do your job, then you’re going to be highly regarded.
And so it was today that I ended up working on two servers for one such customer, and learning a hosting control panel that I’d never seen before, all the while brushing up on the foreign language it was written in.
A good day. A busy day. And paid in full for my services already, which is almost unheard of these days.