Every once in a while I get an odd feeling that something really bad is coming up.
I don't know what it is, I used to call it my Sixth sense, then a movie came out and ruined it for me, then I called it my spider sense, then three movies came out and ruined it, now I call it my strange feeling of impending doom.
I know its dramatic.
But what happens if a polar ice cap erupts.
Then you'll all be mad about me not being dramatic with my feeling.
So something bad is gonna happen.
I don't like it.
So everyone stay safe.
Will
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Addiction
I have a problem, I am addicted to oil.
I live in the developed world.
If that was not bad enough I love speed.
I love driving fast.
Fast for me is what most sane people call stupidly fast.
My car is old. Made before we invented kilometres.
The speedometer is just numbers, no units, mph never had to be said.
0-60 was a concern for city drivers, 0-100 for highway drivers.
The speedometer ends at 120, when you hit 120 the needle keeps on going.
It stops pointing at N on the gear selector that would be where 140 would have been.
140 in modern would be written as 224km/h or 140 mph because now speedometers have one numer big and another small just in case we travel across boarders.
Now in Ontario if we go 50km over the speed limit it is called street racing or stunt driving.
The law is illegal, unfortunately the judicial system has not cast the law down.
50 km over the speed limit is 130 km/h in an 80 zone, 110 km/h in a 60 zone, and 90km/h in a 40 zone.
I've done 224 km/h or N on my speedometer.
We need roads with an unlimited speed limit.
The 400 series highways between cities should all have no speed limit.
If I am driving between Kingston and Cornwall who cares how fast I am going?
I have two lanes, right is slow and left is fast.
Let me sit in the left and go as fast as I feel is safe.
I'll move over for people on my bumper and I'll expect the same for the people whose bumper I am approaching.
I don't need a babysitter, I don't need a nanny state, I drive smart, I don't put others in danger, any risk I take is mine to take and I take it alone.
The government needs to let me have my vice.
Not having it will be my end.
I live in the developed world.
If that was not bad enough I love speed.
I love driving fast.
Fast for me is what most sane people call stupidly fast.
My car is old. Made before we invented kilometres.
The speedometer is just numbers, no units, mph never had to be said.
0-60 was a concern for city drivers, 0-100 for highway drivers.
The speedometer ends at 120, when you hit 120 the needle keeps on going.
It stops pointing at N on the gear selector that would be where 140 would have been.
140 in modern would be written as 224km/h or 140 mph because now speedometers have one numer big and another small just in case we travel across boarders.
Now in Ontario if we go 50km over the speed limit it is called street racing or stunt driving.
The law is illegal, unfortunately the judicial system has not cast the law down.
50 km over the speed limit is 130 km/h in an 80 zone, 110 km/h in a 60 zone, and 90km/h in a 40 zone.
I've done 224 km/h or N on my speedometer.
We need roads with an unlimited speed limit.
The 400 series highways between cities should all have no speed limit.
If I am driving between Kingston and Cornwall who cares how fast I am going?
I have two lanes, right is slow and left is fast.
Let me sit in the left and go as fast as I feel is safe.
I'll move over for people on my bumper and I'll expect the same for the people whose bumper I am approaching.
I don't need a babysitter, I don't need a nanny state, I drive smart, I don't put others in danger, any risk I take is mine to take and I take it alone.
The government needs to let me have my vice.
Not having it will be my end.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Families
So in the past few days I have been surrounded by big dramatic events that I have no real connection to other then the fact that my friends are involved.
Usually when drama happens it is either happening to me or somone close to me and I am getting dragged into the mess.
This time completely unrelated things happened to two of my friends.
My first friend who lives hours and hours away sent me a message asking me to call her because it was an emergency. So I call, thinking the worst and hoping for the best. Well it was the worst and I got to find out that her recent ex had only recently beaten her up, threatened her with a knife and told her to not call the cops. So I did what anyone else would do I told here to call the cops and throw his ass into jail before one of her parents buried him. I am hoping that her parents bury him, well sort of because I would hate for them to go to jail for having what legal experts call a disproportinate response. I don't call it that, if some thugg retard decided to use my daughter as a punching bag he'd be aware while I shoveled the dirt ontop of him, but like I said I told her to call the cops, I gave her the exact advice that her parents gave. She just for some reason needed to hear it from me. I was glad to help, but I am now worried sick about her, because well who woudn't.
My other friend her grandmother died and while talking to her and making sure that she was ok all of my memoies that I had od my grandmother's death came back and hit me. We talked about a bunch of things related experiences and just talked. She said that it made her feel a lot better but I wasn't going to tell her that the similiarties of her situation fell far to close for comfort. So now I am remembering things that are best kept at a distance, but my friend feels better.
I hope I win the lottery soon, I won't presume to believe that I have earned it, but it would be nice. I hope everything ends up the best for my friends.
Will
Usually when drama happens it is either happening to me or somone close to me and I am getting dragged into the mess.
This time completely unrelated things happened to two of my friends.
My first friend who lives hours and hours away sent me a message asking me to call her because it was an emergency. So I call, thinking the worst and hoping for the best. Well it was the worst and I got to find out that her recent ex had only recently beaten her up, threatened her with a knife and told her to not call the cops. So I did what anyone else would do I told here to call the cops and throw his ass into jail before one of her parents buried him. I am hoping that her parents bury him, well sort of because I would hate for them to go to jail for having what legal experts call a disproportinate response. I don't call it that, if some thugg retard decided to use my daughter as a punching bag he'd be aware while I shoveled the dirt ontop of him, but like I said I told her to call the cops, I gave her the exact advice that her parents gave. She just for some reason needed to hear it from me. I was glad to help, but I am now worried sick about her, because well who woudn't.
My other friend her grandmother died and while talking to her and making sure that she was ok all of my memoies that I had od my grandmother's death came back and hit me. We talked about a bunch of things related experiences and just talked. She said that it made her feel a lot better but I wasn't going to tell her that the similiarties of her situation fell far to close for comfort. So now I am remembering things that are best kept at a distance, but my friend feels better.
I hope I win the lottery soon, I won't presume to believe that I have earned it, but it would be nice. I hope everything ends up the best for my friends.
Will
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