Do southern bank customers make withdrawls?
Yeah, I agree with this to an extent.
Is it important that pedestrians be aware of their surroundings and do their best to “communicate” with drivers whenever entering the street (even if the pedestrian has the right-of-way)? Absolutely. The driver-pedestrian relationship is definitely a shared responsibility in that respect.
But as this article states, that’s sometimes not enough. I have had dozens of situations where I’ve been looking directly at a driver and thought they were looking directly back at me but they still buzzed right in front of me, even when I clearly had the right-of-way. There have been a lot of close calls that, had I not been very careful, would have not been close calls but rather would have been collisions.
And (also stated in the article) sometimes it’s not possible to determine if you’ve got eye contact with a driver. In the summer, everyone’s got sunglasses on. In certain lighting conditions (or in the dark), you can’t see into the car very well. And some drivers just don’t even turn their heads in your direction when you’re trying to make eye contact (e.g., people turning right on red, who are usually just looking left to see oncoming traffic and often don’t check for pedestrians at all).
So is it partially a pedestrian’s responsibility to “communicate” with drivers? Absolutely. But putting all the responsibility on pedestrians is neither appropriate nor helpful in avoiding/preventing accidents.
Oh, Mets…
Hahaha, wow, when it’s all put together in a little montage like that…
That 2015 World Series, holy hell.
R.I.P. Old Backpack
My backpack died today.
The zipper kind of ate itself and now the main compartment can’t even close at all. So that’s fun.
The good news is that I saw this coming a little while ago so I’d already ordered a brand new one!
Life is exciting.
The Fade: Part III
Hey, y’all.
So I’ve shown you what miles and miles of sun exposure did to my previous summer walking pants (and shirt). I’ve shown you what even more miles and miles of sun exposure did to my current summer walking pants. Today, I’m going to show you what a ton of miles and miles of sun exposure did to my backpack.
At the beginning of 2015, I ordered a new L.L. Bean backpack, because I’ve always loved their super durable backpacks and my old one was finally dead. A few weeks ago, I finally had to order a replacement. Note: these backpacks really are freaking durable. I’ve had this one for a few years, but it has gone everywhere with me (on nearly every walk) and has carried thousands of pounds of nonsense over those two years. It’s probably absorbed more dust, dirt, sunscreen, sweat, rainwater, and other miscellaneous crap than any other item I’ve ever owned. And it’s been in the sun. A lot.
So. Want to see the old and the new side-by-side?
Keep in mind that these were originally the same color. L.L. Bean actually has a new color of this backpack called “mint” and I had to double check and make sure that I actually didn’t originally actually have the “mint” color and not the bright blue color like the new backpack is.
Fun times. Apologies in advance, new backpack.
SUMMER DAYS DRIFTED AWAY
Yo, party poopers!
So since it’s the end of August, I’m declaring “summer” officially over. Back in June I made a list of the crap I wanted to accomplish over the summer, so let’s recap and see just how big of a failure I was:
- “Walk until my toes fall off.” Haha. Ha. Pretty close, let me tell ya…
- “Clean the condo. My responsibilities are the bathroom and kitchen, which get the most visibly gross the fastest.” I actually did this! Maybe once, though. Now that my leg is a wounded animal, I’m afraid to bend it too much. Bending is a pretty big requirement for cleaning the bathroom, ‘cause I get all down and dirty and scrub every inch of the bathtub. I get it filthy with my gross walking feet; it’s only right that I clean it.
- “Consolidate my pasta.” DID IT! Now there’s only like 13 boxes in the cabinet instead of 20+.
- “Clean the little storage room in the back. There’s a lot of boxes back there. And cat litter dust. Time to sweep where no man has swept before!” DONE! LOTS of cat litter dust.
- “Clean my side of the closet. There’s a lot of boxes in there. Mostly shoe boxes full of dead Kinvaras.” DONE! I kept the Kinvaras, though. Stuck ‘em in a giant bag. I’m not a hoarder, no siree.
- “Draw more.” HA.
- “Organize my bookmarks.” DONE!
- “Read this amazing biography of this amazing human being yet again, because it’s getting to be that time of the year.” Didn’t do this one ‘cause Nate was busy reading it.
- “Rewrite my old calculus notes into one giant notebook combining calc I, calc II, and calc III.” Nope.
- “Do my 50-mile walk. It’s time.” DONE! This is the one I’m most proud of.
- “Organize the crap on my computer.” Mostly done, yes.
- “POST THESE BLOGS OMFG” I did the first round! They’re posted through the beginning of July, which is a pretty big deal considering how many that needed posting back in June.
Not too bad!
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Yesterday was my post about Skagway and thus I didn’t get to post my super awesome news, so here it is today instead:
AAAAAAAAAAA I GET TO TEACH IN THE FALL AAAAAAAJLFJAD;LFKJADF
YAY!!!!!
Sorry. That’s really good news.
MOVE, TREE, GET IN THE HOLE
I had no idea there was a giant Sequoia in Boise.
Of the like 400 things I would like to study if I ever went back to school (again), one of the top options would be trees. Old, giant trees. I love these massive beings.
Oh my god, shoes.
I AM THE KINVARA QUEEN
And this isn’t even all of them, holy hell. I have issues.
Dear Merriam-Webster: A Suggestion
I submit a new word to you: Blistoe
Blistoe (\ ˈblis-tō \) – noun
Definitions:
- a toe that is upwards of 80% covered in blisters by area
- a toe so covered in blisters that it is no longer recognizable as an actual toe but instead appears like a giant blister leeching to the front part of a foot
- A nightmare-inducing monstrosity that the body should not be capable of producing but will do so under extreme stress
Uses in sentences:
“My 30-mile walks have given me two very painful and very frightening-looking blistoes.”
“OH GOD WHERE’S MY LITTLE TOE oh wait, it’s under that big blister. I guess it’s a blistoe now.”
“This blistoe looks like a tumor.”
“AAAAAAAAAAAH THE PAIN FUCK YOU BLISTOES!!!!”
Etc.
STUPID FREAKING SUMMER RAIN, MAN
I grew up in Moscow, where summers are dry. I don’t like this wet summer nonsense.
Like…it’s not as if I haven’t walked in the rain before. It sucks but it’s manageable. But it was seriously raining this morning, so I took the day off.
Which I shouldn’t have, because the rain cleared up around 1 PM.
But leaving for a 30-mile walk at 1 PM means that I wouldn’t be home until like 7 PM at the earliest.
Which I didn’t want to do.
So BLAH.
Sorry, I’m in a bad mood.
*internal screaming*
Because I have nowhere to go to do any external screaming without getting weird looks/making a scene/getting the cops called on me.
But *internal screaming* is to the max.
An Ode To Cumuli
Sung to the tune of Queen’s Fat Bottomed Girls
Oh won’t you coat the sky today
Oh block out all those UV rays
Oh and you never bring the rain
Flat bottomed clouds you give this rocking world some shade
Hey I was just a walking fiend
Who forgot to wear sunscreen
Thought I’d burn before I’d walk a couple miles
But then overhead you towered
Soft and white like cauliflower
Heaping cumulus, you done make this walker smile
Hey hey!
I’ve been walking, don’t you know
‘Cross the city, ‘cross the Bow
I’ve felt every ray of sunshine on the way
But when I’m beneath your shade
I feel like I could walk all day
‘Till the sun goes down and its rays you glow
C’mon
Oh won’t you coat the sky today
Oh block out all those UV rays
Oh and you never bring the rain
Flat bottomed clouds you give this rocking world some shade
Flat bottomed clouds you give this rocking world some shade
Yes, I know there’s another verse, but this is all I remember coming up with on my walk this afternoon, so chill.
River Knee Knee River
So the Bow is really high.
That’s part of the River Walk that runs under Centre Street. They’ve got it closed off because of the amount of water that’s pooling in that low portion.
IN OTHER NEWS, I think I gave myself runner’s knee. I had no idea runner’s knee was a thing, but ever since I did the dumb of jumping from “run a 10k every other week or so” to “let’s run two half-marathons in a week because we can!” my left knee has been giving me some issues. Not enough issues to make me stop walking (it would basically take my entire leg falling off to make me stop walking, let’s be honest), but it starts to hurt after about 12 miles or so.
At least, I’m assuming it’s runner’s knee. Hopefully not something more serious.
‘Cause like hell I’m seeing a doctor.
SOMEONE THROW ME OFF THE ROOF, PLEASE
My incompetence makes me physically ill.
I do not deserve the people in my life who put up with me.
Hell, I don’t deserve my life, period.
Whyyyyyyyyy am I such trash?
IhatemyselfIhatemyselfIhatemyselfIhatemyselfIhatemyselfIhatemyself
People who deserve a better wife: Nate
People who have a husband that is way too good to them: Me
People who should be thrown into the river: Also me
The end.
Inversion on the Grandest Scale
Holy hell crackers, this is beyond incredible.
Wow.
How is this even earth? It’s so surreal and otherworldly.
I’ve seen a full cloud inversion in real life before, back in 2011 over Lewiston. Here’s my much less impressive (but still awesome!) shot of that:
Mother May I Make a May List?
- If I had been born with a sense of smell, I would have liked to go into something culinary-related. The idea of being a chef sounds super cool, but I seriously doubt I could ever actually do anything worthwhile in a culinary career with anosmia. I know there are a lot of things I just can’t taste (onions, garlic, many herbs, to name a few), so I’m sure my ability to combine flavors and make subtle awesomeness with food combos is very limited.
- Hey, so Amazon, why the hell is this thing a “top pick” for me? Since when have I expressed any interest in toilet brushes? I like how Amazon’s algorithm picked up on the one time I accidentally clicked on a bath bomb and extrapolated to toilet brushes, but I can look at 60% of the Leibniz books that Amazon sells and still not get any Leibniz-related recommended items.
- GOD DAMMIT WHY
- You know a sports team is doing badly when…
- This is fun.
- I just remembered part of the weird dream I had last night. Amazon had opened up a new portion of its online store called “Manazon” where you could buy “man things” like beards, shaving tools, and penis polishers (????).
- I have O Come, All Ye Faithful stuck in my head. Because, you know, it’s the Christmas season and all that.
Shimmer
AAAAAAAAAAH check out this nail polish!
‘Twas a gift from someone who I’m not going to mention, as I never asked if I could name them on my blog, but how cool is this? Super Sparkle 2017.
That’s all.
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