I Hate Fucking SXSW 2009!

I've always hated SXSW. Maybe it's all the Intruders. Maybe it's being unable to actually experience my beloved city without a fucking high-priced douchetag. Maybe it's because I've never once actually, you know, *listened* to any of the *music*. But this year, *THIS* *YEAR*, I have my revenge!



There's lot more where that came from, and don't miss out on the comments, or you will miss out on the HATE!

Still Vibrating

I decided to head out on the scooter today to do my Farmer's Market/Wheatsville run and to work on my resume and read The Web That Has No Weaver : Understanding Chinese Medicine as part of my latest head trip. I saw there was a chance of isolated thunderstorms later in the evening, but I figured I'd be home by then. Because the scooter is a) electric and b) is missing 50% of its main body panel, I generally don't drive it when I think it will rain. Not to mention the fact that it's dangerous and uncomfortable and I was wearing sandals.

I was headed north on Lamar when some idiot in a huge black pickup pulled a crazy stunt where he pulled out into the oncoming lane and *stopped* while waiting for a spot to open up in his lane. It had started sprinkling earlier, and I'd already had the thought that it was a very dangerous time to ride because it hadn't rained hard in a long time. All those fucking SXSW (GRR!) people had been hosing the streets with oil from their low-end, poorly-maintained shitboxes and the road was likely to be slick. When I hit the brakes, the scooter tried to lay over. It got to about 45 degrees before I caught it with my *sandaled* feet in Horse Stance and narrowly stopped it from smearing me over the pavement.
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Home Safe

Thanks for your concern, everybody. The roads were much better with the grease washed off, and at least half dry, for the trip home.

Further scootage will have to await dryer skies.