We were cleaning up the house this weekend – contrary to appearances, we do clean up from time to time – and couldn’t find all of the vacuum accessories. I had seen Andrew playing with them earlier in the week, so I decided to ask him. It went something like this:
Dad – “Andrew, you know the brush for the vacuum?”
Andrew – “Yes!”
D – “Do you know where it is?”
A – “Yes!”
D – “Where is it?”
A – “I don’t know!”
He also exclaims “That’s John Kewwy!” every time a gray-haired man appears on the TV, and almost had me convinced that JK himself had come to the house on Monday. Toddlers do indeed inhabit their own little worlds.
In the spirit of stupid product warnings, here’s an excerpt from the iTunes EULA:
THE APPLE SOFTWARE IS NOT INTENDED FOR USE IN THE OPERATION OF NUCLEAR FACILITIES, AIRCRAFT NAVIGATION OR COMMUNICATION SYSTEMS, AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL SYSTEMS, LIFE SUPPORT MACHINES OR OTHER EQUIPMENT IN WHICH THE FAILURE OF THE APPLE SOFTWARE COULD LEAD TO DEATH, PERSONAL INJURY, OR SEVERE PHYSICAL OR ENVIRONMENTAL DAMAGE.
Maybe a holdover from their OS license, but pretty silly regardless.
Went out on the club ride this morning and had a good, ol’ fashioned two-bike crash with another rider. We had five riders total; I was leading the paceline with one rider to my left. We approached an intersection and we realized a bit late that this was where the route turns right. The rider to my left braked and started turning in; I knew he was coming across my line so I braked and started to turn in as well. That’s when the guy immediately behind me ran over me and sent me over the bars, our bikes making those “shopping cart noises” as they cartwheeled around us. Evidently he had his head turned as I started to brake and couldn’t get out of the way in time.
I’m told that it all looked pretty spectacular, but we were only lightly injured. I sustained some road rash on my right knee and chin, and a nice strawberry on my shoulder – but no clothing rips, and no damage to the bike beyond blips in both wheels that I need to true out. My clubmate fared pretty much the same, and we were able to complete the ride.
This seems like a rookie mistake; experienced riders don’t make any sudden, unannounced moves in the paceline. However, I’m not sure that missing the turn would have been a better option here. If I had done that, the guy on my left probably would have creamed into me as he crossed my line, expecting me to turn with him. Moral of the story: know your route and announce your turns.
A friend has had some trouble getting Windows XP reinstalled, and in the course of helping him get things straightened out I ran across this useful link at licenturion.com
This is good for a few minutes’ amusement: The 34 Languages of McDonald’s. Note that if you want to keep score, do it yourself – the quiz doesn’t do it for you. Since I didn’t realize that, I can’t tell you my exact score, but it was in the low 20s.