Herewith proof that they have some pretty fancy mansions in West Virginia.
I saw some news footage from a local TV station somewhere back east that showed just how bad the weather was and the effect it was having on the roads. The station parked a TV camera and a reporter on a road at the bottom of a gradual hill with a stop sign. The road had iced over, and as the reporter talked about the ice problem they showed several cars that, unaware of the ice, approached the stop sign at normal speed, expecting to be able to stop. They slid right on through the intersection, and at least two that I saw collided with another car or the stop sign.
I've felt that sense of panic that comes when you realize your brakes are having no effect, you have no control, and all you can do is wait for your car to stop, hoping that the stop doesn't involve a solid object.
Which made me wonder about the ethics of that news report. The newscaster or the camera operator could have - I would argue should have - been out there warning approaching drivers that they were about to hit ice and go sliding. "SLOW DOWN NOW!" seems like the responsible thing to do, not stand by and watch the destruction for the sake of ratings on the 6:00 news.
Is it just me, or was this all wrong?
If I had been one of those drivers and found out that news guy filmed my crash instead of warning me about it I'd be tempted to ... well, let's just say I'd be pretty upset.
I picked Pam up at the airport at 11:30 and by the time we got her luggage and stopped for some lunch we got home a little after 1:00. Pam has to be at work at 7:00 tomorrow morning. My flight out doesn't leave until 10:30, but in order for her to be at work on time we have to leave here about 4:30. The Phoenix airport has free wi-fi so I'll get some work done while I'm waiting. I've been asked to write an article that's due by the 24th so I'll start on that.
You may remember that last time I got on a plane it was December 10th of last year and I was headed to Seattle. Instead, I ended up in the ER of a hospital in Las Vegas. Weeks later the diagnosis was vasal vagal syncope, but they don't know what set it off. Sorry, but I can't help but think about that in connection with tomorrow's trip.
Don't know if I'll have an opportunity to post tomorrow night, but if you don't hear from me by Saturday night I'm probably in a hospital in Des Moines. Pam and Steve have already told me that if I do it again they are not driving to Iowa to get me, so I'll look for work there after I'm released.
This is an example of blending advertising with gaming. Pretty cool!
Coca Cola's Happiness Factory
OK, explain this one to me.
Are you wearing blue jeans? If not, go put on a pair.
Now note the seams running up the inside of each leg. Go ahead, feel them. We won't look. Notice anything? The overlap points down on one leg and up on the other.
Don't tell me it's not like that on your jeans.
Pam just spent five minutes explaining something to me about seam allowances and pressing, but it sounded like mumbo jumbo to me. And every pair of jeans I own is like this. OK, that's three pairs, and one of them is a decade old, but that's not the point.
It's just wrong.
We've got to leave in 6 hours and I'm not packed. Next stop - the frozen tundra, aka West Michigan.
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