toastykitten

Looking when you drive will help ensure that you will live to see grandchildren. Not looking, however, when you were in the slow lane next to me, and I was accelerating, and then deciding to switch suddenly into my lane (without signalling) would probably have gotten us both killed if I had not seen your dumb ass first. Yay for slamming on brakes! NOT.

Just once, I would like to drive within a five mile radius of the City without being given a heart attack by its drivers, who seem hellbent on killing themselves and me at the same time. I want to live, thankyouverymuch.

I dropped Mark off at SFO today, which was why I drove today. Maybe next time I'll pay for a cab to take him.

So I finally got my phone fixed. The first time I went to the Sprint store, the guy there wouldn't look at my phone unless he had a password and could confirm that I was an "authorized user". Since the phone is under my sister's contract, and she was working at the time, I didn't have any of that information on me. I left, annoyed.

I went again this weekend, to be greeted by a friendly guy with dreads. I showed him my phone and he didn't even ask me anything, just said, "Oh yeah, it's fixable", and went in some room, came out in a minute and voila, fixed phone and new charger, free! Same store. WTF?

Noted - there is a Nijiya market in that same strip mall, and a used bookstore in the area. For some reason, the Nijiya market is not listed on their company site.

I otherwise had a pretty lazy-ass weekend. We gorged on Project Runway episodes. My favorite contestant so far is Diana Eng, a fashion nerd so fucking nerdy that she wrote in her blog:

How do you explain good design? I lay in bed at night with my "good design" stuffed animal (a well proportioned monkey who's head, body and legs have a 1:1 ratio, and his arms have a 1.5:1 ration to his body) reading my "good design" magazine (ID magazine). And ID magazine is indeed the ultimate all around good design magazine. I was flipping through it on the subway and some man was like, "what magazine is that, it is so colorful and pretty." I'm such a sucker for the aesthetically pleasing. But does it come down to being a mathematical ratio? Even matching colors are mathematically related on a color scale. Or just something eye catching. Or is it the mathematical ratio that makes things eye-catching? Well, we'll find out when someone writes a program to replace graphic designers.

She is like the anti-reality-show contestant. On one of her outfits, she was having trouble because the "polarity of the magnets got reversed". She is probably not going to win, but I want to see her stick around for a couple more episodes.

We have taken to calling Santino "coke/crackhead Zod" because he looks like the evil guy from one of those Superman movies. Zod's really into ruffles.

Emmett is a pretty gay robot, who makes really pretty clothes.

Chloe is cute!

Those are the only ones I remember so far. Why is it that most of these people (with a few exceptions) can create such beautiful clothes, but have personal styles that say "homeless person" or "crackhead"?

Warning - rant about San Franciscans - not applicable to my friends who live there - You know what really annoys me? San Franciscans who don't own cars and are really smug about it, but then bum rides off of you anyway. Don't you know you're only transferring your "environmental footprint" onto me? In the same category, San Franciscans who own cars but refuse to leave the fucking city because they have to "cross a bridge". It's too far, they say. Boohoo. Dude, if you can afford to live in San Francisco, you can afford to cross the bridge every once in a while. So much for openmindedness.