Cultural things I find jarring moving from norther places to Texas:
- In Texas, it is common to leave the car running (AKA idling). Because of the outside sun and radiating heat, if the driver turns the engine off (thereby dismissing the A/C), the cabin temperature immediately rises to 100+ Fahrenheit. Ergo instantly creating a motorized sauna. In light of this, I am looking to replace the leather seats with cedar benches and driving to work in a towel.
- The city of Austin has passed an ordinance banning the distribution of plastic grocery bags. Grocers are now requiring either paper bags or the use of reusable synthetic polymer fabric bags. I am currently in the process of networking an underground, plastic bag market.
- Due to astronomically astrological phenomena, the hottest time of the day occurs from five in the afternoon to seven in the evening. It seems my aversion to extraterrestrial radiation is well founded. I now venture out only in the early morning or late evening. I have placed the SOLAR ABSORPTION ECLIPSE INDUCTION ARRAY on the fast track. My minions tell me the project should be completed by next Tuesday.
Greed. The problem lies therin being more and more things to fight and wage wars over.
I just had a dream where I ordered 100 white socks from a dwarven sock factory.
Alone in this place
that is mine
I don’t feel at home.
I’ve always thought cars were more dangerous than guns. I never really thought to look up the numbers, but I did. And I sadly, I was right.
In 2010 more people died from motor vehicle accidents (35,332) than homicides involving firearms (11,078), suicides by firearms (19,392), and accidental firearm discharges (606) combined.
In 2010 vehicles claimed 35,332 lives, firearms claimed 31,672.
(According to the US Bureau of Transportation Statistics, there were more than 250 million registered passenger vehicles in 2010. According to the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives, there were more than 270 million privately owned firearms. That’s roughly 800 vehicles per 1000 people and 940 firearms per 1000 people.)
I think people need to respect vehicles the same way people respect firearms.
I had a dream that I was a lab assistant working for the nuclear weapons division of the US military. Our lab was stationed in the Ukraine. Our work was found out by a radical Ukrainian paramilitary group and we were raided. Having just disabled some critical machinery in a highly irradiated area, I was caught and brought to POW camp.
However, our captors didn’t want to keep watch over us and left us alone in the mountains of Ukraine. I walked out of there, climbed a mountain and found myself near a cross country ski trail. I hitchhiked to a nearby university wherein I masqueraded as a student in nuclear physics.
Winning the students to my side against an irate professor, I was able to blend into the student populace and avoid the Ukrainian police. As we left for the living quarters with new friends and the obligatory blonde female love interest, I woke up.