It rained today. It's Portland, so that's not terribly unusual. I'm slightly convinced that the weather adjusts to when I'm planning on doing things and downpours accordingly.
On my way back from travelling an hour on the bus, enjoying a Great Adventure in finding a place (the trip planner did, in fact, drop me off at the closest stop to my destination address -- the only problem was a pair of railroad tracks and a barbed wire fence between us), and purchasing a new, shiny, 250 gig hard drive to replace the click-deathed old one, I crossed paths with the roommate as he was leaving for the evening.
A fair warning, this is pretty offensive at a first read. I make a point to be excessivly offensive when I realize I'm being potentially offensive, so the easily-offended will get really offended, slam out angry comments that I can easily ignore, and feel better after. For those not easily offended, keep in mind that I really am not being an asshole. If something strikes you as racist, offensive, or mean, imagine it is being said sarcasticly, perhaps with arms in the air, and naked. Unless being naked would be offensive. Then write an angry comment.
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