Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Time to Look for a New Doctor...

Mister J and I were watching the local news yesterday evening, when a story came on that caught our attention: Captain America arrested in Melbourne, FL.

My family lives right near there, so I grabbed the cell phone and called my parents. As soon as I told Mom what we just saw, she blurted out, "That's your Dad's doctor!"

Oh, my gawd, we about bust a gut laughing! I love the details about the burrito, and him trying to flush his pot down the jail toilet.

Portland may be weird, but all the real crazies still come from Florida...

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

On Walkabout

I've started going for lunchtime walks around town. Today I explored the University District. I passed Mike Donohue - I haven't seen him on the tube much lately.

It's fun to walk around and see all the different buildings, businesses, happenings, etc. I'm limited to where I can get to and back from in less than an hour, but still...

Friday, April 13, 2007

From the "WTF were they thinking?" files...

http://www.kgw.com/news-local/stories/kgw_041207_news_troutdale_tram.2dd12fe.html

Happy Friday...the 13th!

What a surprise - the train was late this morning! Or, to be more accurate, the one I wanted broke down, and I caught the next one. Which was jam-packed like a sardine can.

If I had a dollar for every time something like this happened on TriMet, well, it would certainly subsidize my caffeine habit nicely, anyway.

The driver came on and made cheerful announcements at every stop. I actually do like it when they interact with the passengers, instead of being anonymous drones that just shut the door in my face and pull away (probably gleefully) when I'm a few seconds too late. A dollar for every time that happened to me would buy my lunch occasionally, as well.

At least it's Friday.

Monday, April 9, 2007

Thar she blows!

Friday's record-breaking warm weather brought out the usual display of jiggling, pasty-white flesh. In my youth, only the thin and tan would dress skimpily anywhere but the beach or their backyard. Different generation, different part of the country.