interrobang (‽)

I guess it had to happen sooner or later, but I was finally involved in a car accident on the I-10. And no, it wasn’t my fault. I was driving home after a particularly stressful day at work (where I had to berate one of my direct reports for falling asleep at his desk - and I’m not really one for confrontation, so that was really tough for me), pootling along in the fast lane at just around the speed limit, when my car got hit from behind.
I pulled over onto the shoulder (thankfully they have one on the outside […]

Today is the 4th July, which is a public holiday here in the U.S. (officially, it’s Independence Day, although everyone just calls it “4th July” which makes me think they’ve forgotten exactly what they are celebrating).  It’s probably the biggest public holiday of the year, which means that just about everything grinds to a halt.  Except for me;  I’m still in work.  My colleagues couldn’t understand why I (a Briton) wasn’t out celebrating Independence Day, too.  “Well, what are you celebrating independence from?”  I still think we should push for 200 years’ worth of back-taxes…
The up-side to working on a public holiday […]

This commute is killing me.  A couple of nights ago it took me an hour and 40 minutes to get home from work.  For a 20-mile journey, on a single stretch of motorway - the infamous I-10 (a.k.a. the Katy Freeway).  That’s an average of 12 mph - which just shows that the police are taking the piss by putting up “65-mph” speed limit signs.
And 12mph is an average.  For the last 5 miles of the journey I was hurtling along at closer to 80mph.  Yes, that’s over the limit, but I dare the bastards to pull me over and risk […]

Further to my last missive, I finally succeeded in biking to/from work.  Although (much like Finn learning to ride his bike without stabilizers) I didn’t really have much choice, as my car is in for repair.  The windscreen wipers stopped wiping, opting to emit a burning plastic smell instead, and when I took it to the garage on Wednesday they noticed that the shock absorbers were shot (that would explain the clunking every time I take a speed-bump, then) and also needed replacing, and announced that I wouldn’t get my car back until Friday.  So having cycled from the garage to […]