I don’t know about paranoia, but there’s certainly a lot of anxiety about jobs these days…
I’d always wondered about the frequency of these shuttles.
The other night I had to take the MacBook into the Apple store to get it checked out after a toddler-related spill. I got there for my appointment and waited…and waited…and waited….
Killing time with my Android phone felt a bit weird. If I hadn’t needed to stay close to the Genius Bar I could have at least browsed the gadgets and played with an iPad or a newer laptop with a Retina display, or something. There’s only so long you can spend looking at boxes of headphones and cases for devices you don’t own. I briefly considered reading the new Flash comic book I’d picked up earlier in the day, but thought to myself, “Nah, I bet this isn’t supported here.”
Then I saw this on the wall:
Well then, I guess it’s supported after all!
I finally got around to making a flat image of the Enforced By Laser sign I spotted a few weeks ago.
And yeah, I know they’re talking about measuring speed with the laser…but it certainly sounds like something out of a futuristic (or alien invasion) movie with a car chase.
I’ve been meaning to take a picture of this restaurant ever since I saw it from the IKEA parking lot across the street. I finally did, and also finally went there for lunch. It’s pretty good. They sell T-shirts that play even more on the name.
Anyway, the next time someone tells you “There’s No Pho King Way!” you can tell them that yes, there is, in Carson, California.
I did a double-take when passing this sign yesterday, and went back this morning to take a set of pictures.
I’m sure “45 MPH ENFORCED BY LASER” doesn’t mean what it sounds like, but really…who wants to take that chance?
Update: I have a flat version now in case you can’t see the animation.
I saw a car with the license plate “KESEL RN” or possibly “KESSL RN” on the way to work this morning. Either way, I want to know how many parsecs it can make the trip in.
Little-known fact: in the First Age, Mazrim Taim sought power by running a craft store, rather than becoming head of the Asha’man.
Where did you think they got their supplies for making sword and dragon pins?
On a more serious note, I’m currently reading A Memory of Light, the long-awaited final volume of The Wheel of Time. I’m about 80 pages into “The Last Battle.” This chapter isn’t just longer than a Robert Jordan prologue, it’s longer than some novels I’ve read.
I bet they get really annoyed when you call and ask to “Talk to Chuck.”
Waaaay too much information.