my ambition in life is to find a cute dude who will give me ear scritches and snuggle said dude while reclining on some tasteful, comfortable furniture.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Fun fact: The first kind of traffic control device I ever became obsessed with were the crossbucks and warning lights used at railroad grade crossings. I was 9.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I always thought these with the overhead lights were cool
There seem to be a lot more of them in this part of town now than when I was a kid
I'm wondering how common these redundant signs will be as Ohio continues installing new red arrows...
I'm guessing it may have something to do with how busy the intersection is or how many accidents occur there annually. The reason I'm thinking it may be this (and going with your other posts about it) I've overheard him talk about the requirements to put up the warning lights and cross barrier at a railroad crossing, and that's if a fatality ever occurs there, the railroad has to set one up at that spot, no matter how desolate the location is. I'm sure this isn't the single requirement to erect one (say, in a much more populated area where it would be necessary.)
So my hypothesis is the intersections that suffer the most problems with left/right turns and the like are the ones that would receive those specials signals.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Actually, I was just referring to the fact that they kept the "left turn signal" sign in place even though all three lights are clearly left-pointing arrows. It struck me as odd, since it's something I haven't seen in any other state with signals like that.
(I guess I should have phrased that more clearly. >_<)
It occurred to me after I posted it that they probably left the sign there since that kind of signal is new in Ohio and people probably still expect to see the sign.
Oh, and it's nice to know the "MAKE MONEY FAST ON THE INTERNETS" scammers are still around. The newest trick is putting up legitimate-looking ads that sell a Don Lapre-ish "success kit" if you bother to sign up...then soaking you with thousands of dollars in unnecessary "training" once they have your credit card number. The opportunity itself, whether it's placing ads, selling real estate, or just running a web site, is shoddy at best and just a MacGuffin in any case; the point is, they want to bleed you dry and hope you don't complain too loudly.
That's for the ones that aren't obviously an MLM or pyramid.
I'm guessing it may have something to do with how busy the intersection is or how many accidents occur there annually. The reason I'm thinking it may be this (and going with your other posts about it) I've overheard him talk about the requirements to put up the warning lights and cross barrier at a railroad crossing, and that's if a fatality ever occurs there, the railroad has to set one up at that spot, no matter how desolate the location is. I'm sure this isn't the single requirement to erect one (say, in a much more populated area where it would be necessary.)
So my hypothesis is the intersections that suffer the most problems with left/right turns and the like are the ones that would receive those specials signals.
somehow in my reply here I forgot to type in "my dad" who was a train conductor, and he's the one who was talking about the railroad crossings and fatalities and such
Once, cowboy Incitatus rode his horse, Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, around the wide open prairie with his natural enemy and rival Ardashir 1 the Native American, and his horse, Raidashir.
Corboy Incitatus had a herd of cattle, a very diverse herd of cattle. One day, one of his Brahma Bulls married one of his Texas Longhorn heifers, G.J.C.A.G was the best stallion, and their child was an exceptionally bull-headed heiffer named Gairleog.
Gairleog loved to eat garlic, and thus, she acquired a malodorous effluence that made her instantly distinguished among the other cattle. Just being in her presence was enough to make one weak at the knees, light-headed, and faint. When she walked by, the other bovines made room for her to pass, quite a large berth, actually.
Gairleog managed to do the impossible. She single-hoofedly stopped the futile squabbling of the matriarchs and united the whole herd in one great expression of will, one grand desire: they all wanted her gone. No matter what breed, the whole rest of the herd agreed that they should get rid of Gairleog the garlic-eating cow.
These other cattle hired a cattle rustler, Marcus Tullius Cicero, to nab Gairleog; and with his trusty knotted rope of knotted logic, he scarpered off with the poor garlic-loving heifer; her head all in circles from his rhetoric lasso. When he couldn't stand her smell anymore, he released her way out in the middle of nowhere, Arizona, a place so obscure it doesn't even have a capital in its name.
But, unbeknownst to anyone, there was to come a greater threat than a nasty cattle rustler; a threat to the very prairie and the very existence of cowboys and indians: The Vampire Homesteaders!
The Vampire Homesteaders razed the prairie, drained the swamps, and took in the best land with the aid of that most vile of creature, a creature that had stolen lands and ruined lives: the Oregon Lumber Company. Where once were fields, now were railroads. But the worst thing the Vampire Homesteaders did was that they put up a, a, I can't even say it, it's too terrible. A. A...a...fence.
"Fence!??" yowled cowboy Incitatus? "Cowboy hate fence! Cowboy SMASH PUNY FENCE WITH COWBOY FACE" as he proceeded to destroy fences by ramming them with his face.
Though less like Brian Blessed, the response of Ardashir 1 was just as angry, and just as violent. With his trusty Raidashir, Ardashir 1 proceeded to destroy fences with his fists. The two rivals joined forces to fight the dastardly, horrible, no good, terrible, very bad fence.
Tragically, the Vampire Homesteaders caught both Cowboy Incitatus and Ardashir 1, and placed them in jail cells made of nintendium.
Marcus Tullius Cicero, in league with the Vampire Homesteaders and in the employ of the Oregon Lumber Company, roped the herd of Cowboy Incitatus into a fence, where the vampires would proceed to kill and eat the innocent bovines.
But what neither Cicero, the Homesteaders, or the OLC had planned on, was Gairleog. Unlike the other cattle, she hadn't been caught because she was stuck in nowhere, Arizona, and her stench put Nowhere on the map and gave it a capital letter. Now Gairleog was free from her exile, and she was mad. Her goat had been gotten. Her gears had been ground. Her steam had been beamed. She had a chip on her shoulder and an axe to grind, she had a burr under her saddle and scores to settle.
Vampires, as all know, are vanquished by Garlic, and Gairleog had eaten nothing else for weeks.
Gairleog's assault on the Vampire Homesteaders became legendary, but to be brief, it was the biggest curb stomp battle since the battle of the Teutoberg Forest. She was a one-heifer stampede, and not even nintendium could stop her. Fence posts flew like sparrows.
And from that day forth, Gairleog the garlic-loving cow was a hero, having saved her herd, her cowboy, his horse, his rival, his rival's horse, and the very cowboy lifestyle from the Vampiric Homesteaders. Without Homesteader support, the OLC collapsed under its own weight. Cicero was never caught, however, but he hasn't been seen anywhere near Gairleog's herd.
my ambition in life is to waste all my potential and make nothing of myself, but at the same time to openly acknowledge this in a self deprecating manner, therefore rationalising that it is okay to be a huge failure so long as you are aware of it, since self awareness excuses any degree of lacking in yourself as a human being .
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uuugh.
I'm going to bed, someone wake me up at 6 or so.
somehow in my reply here I forgot to type in "my dad" who was a train conductor, and he's the one who was talking about the railroad crossings and fatalities and such
I've considered putting Whirly Times in too
Corboy Incitatus had a herd of cattle, a very diverse herd of cattle. One day, one of his Brahma Bulls married one of his Texas Longhorn heifers, G.J.C.A.G was the best stallion, and their child was an exceptionally bull-headed heiffer named Gairleog.
Gairleog loved to eat garlic, and thus, she acquired a malodorous effluence that made her instantly distinguished among the other cattle. Just being in her presence was enough to make one weak at the knees, light-headed, and faint. When she walked by, the other bovines made room for her to pass, quite a large berth, actually.
Gairleog managed to do the impossible. She single-hoofedly stopped the futile squabbling of the matriarchs and united the whole herd in one great expression of will, one grand desire: they all wanted her gone. No matter what breed, the whole rest of the herd agreed that they should get rid of Gairleog the garlic-eating cow.
These other cattle hired a cattle rustler, Marcus Tullius Cicero, to nab Gairleog; and with his trusty knotted rope of knotted logic, he scarpered off with the poor garlic-loving heifer; her head all in circles from his rhetoric lasso. When he couldn't stand her smell anymore, he released her way out in the middle of nowhere, Arizona, a place so obscure it doesn't even have a capital in its name.
But, unbeknownst to anyone, there was to come a greater threat than a nasty cattle rustler; a threat to the very prairie and the very existence of cowboys and indians: The Vampire Homesteaders!
The Vampire Homesteaders razed the prairie, drained the swamps, and took in the best land with the aid of that most vile of creature, a creature that had stolen lands and ruined lives: the Oregon Lumber Company. Where once were fields, now were railroads. But the worst thing the Vampire Homesteaders did was that they put up a, a, I can't even say it, it's too terrible. A. A...a...fence.
"Fence!??" yowled cowboy Incitatus? "Cowboy hate fence! Cowboy SMASH PUNY FENCE WITH COWBOY FACE" as he proceeded to destroy fences by ramming them with his face.
Though less like Brian Blessed, the response of Ardashir 1 was just as angry, and just as violent. With his trusty Raidashir, Ardashir 1 proceeded to destroy fences with his fists. The two rivals joined forces to fight the dastardly, horrible, no good, terrible, very bad fence.
Tragically, the Vampire Homesteaders caught both Cowboy Incitatus and Ardashir 1, and placed them in jail cells made of nintendium.
Marcus Tullius Cicero, in league with the Vampire Homesteaders and in the employ of the Oregon Lumber Company, roped the herd of Cowboy Incitatus into a fence, where the vampires would proceed to kill and eat the innocent bovines.
But what neither Cicero, the Homesteaders, or the OLC had planned on, was Gairleog. Unlike the other cattle, she hadn't been caught because she was stuck in nowhere, Arizona, and her stench put Nowhere on the map and gave it a capital letter. Now Gairleog was free from her exile, and she was mad. Her goat had been gotten. Her gears had been ground. Her steam had been beamed. She had a chip on her shoulder and an axe to grind, she had a burr under her saddle and scores to settle.
Vampires, as all know, are vanquished by Garlic, and Gairleog had eaten nothing else for weeks.
Gairleog's assault on the Vampire Homesteaders became legendary, but to be brief, it was the biggest curb stomp battle since the battle of the Teutoberg Forest. She was a one-heifer stampede, and not even nintendium could stop her. Fence posts flew like sparrows.
And from that day forth, Gairleog the garlic-loving cow was a hero, having saved her herd, her cowboy, his horse, his rival, his rival's horse, and the very cowboy lifestyle from the Vampiric Homesteaders. Without Homesteader support, the OLC collapsed under its own weight. Cicero was never caught, however, but he hasn't been seen anywhere near Gairleog's herd.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Nothing more inherently dangerous to the cowboy.
Nothing more sinister.
(Claps)
I do not like being alive right now.
Ugh.