DeeLoaf

A while back with some friends I wondered out loud why you get served drumsticks with your chicken wings. I mean why do they call them "wings" when they include drumsticks? I didnt understand. I was convinced that the little drumsticks were part of the chicken leg. Well la dee da I'm a buffoon. See theres a single-boned part that connects between the shoulder and the elbow called the humerus. Thats the mini drumstick. Then next part, between the elbow and the wrist is the one with the two bones called radius and ulna. That two boned part was what I was thinking of when I ask for wings. Well, now I have no problem because they are both part of the wing! And so to Ken, Geoff, Ryan and Mike, I humbly concede my silly incorrectness.

I guess I should mention that I finally did all my drivers shit to get my sticker on my car so I dont get pulled over any more. $110 for that stupid ticket. $66 for an ancient Toronto bullshit parking ticket. $35 (and a waste of my time b/c I didnt know first time around to the office that I needed it) for an emissions test. $74 for a stupid sticker. Whats that run up to? $285 or so. Youch. Well now I'm ... I dont know what I am .. tired of living in fear.

[Image used w/o permission from gizmag]
"Motorcycle with two front wheels and speed-variable wheeltrack"

This is cool http://www.gizmag.com/go/5943/:

August 3, 2006 This vehicle concept combines attributes of both two and four wheels together to enable a two wheeler that changes its wheel track according to its speed – at low speeds the two front wheels have a wide track which reduces with increased speed until the wheels are together. The idea behind the radical wheel arrangement is that it enables a motorcycle and rider to be fully enclosed and capable of supporting itself at standstill in order to create a low risk category vehicle. “Motorcycles are economic in terms of energy consumption, road usage and parking space,” says designer Haim Haleva from the College for Teachers of Technology in Tel Aviv. “The problem is that they are dangerous, because a small bump can become a severe accident. Every year throughout the world, thousands of two wheels riders pay a heavy price, sometimes losing their life because they have chosen an economical, fast and environmentally sound form of transport.” “If we could make two wheelers acceptably safe for the masses, we could solve many of the urban transport problems.” Extensive image library.

My friend Mike was in town from Edmonton where he moved out to. Ken and Ryan and Mike and I got together last night to go paintballing and have a few drinks. Ken's house is in Guelph and "The Paintball Arena" is in Kitchener, the next town over. So a little bit of driving for me, no big deal. Well, ... usually. Anyhow we have a blast at paintball. I get butchered. I have about 8 or 9 nice welts ... feckin 4 of them in one 4x6inch area on my backside. Ouch. We played for about and hour and a half, reloaded ammo once courtesy of Mike and then when we were all out we called it quits and headed home.

And so we're driving along, puffing a little on the pipe, medical marijuana for the pain you know ;) and I'm driving and then we're stuck behind a cop. Yay. No big deal. I remark that it sucks being behind a cop, and its pointed out that its much better than being in front of one. Well ... haha .. what about being sandwiched? Turns out the vehicle behind me was also a cop, and thats not great with my expired '04 tags. Blah. So I'm stopped, pulled over and ... well, trying not to freak out as usual. Trying to remember all the stuff in that "BUSTED - The Citizen's Guide to Surviving Police Encounters" film. I mean, I guess I'm getting used to police encounters. I've had enough of them that it's almost becoming routine. My heart is pumping at a more relaxed than usual for police encouters rate, just a little excited now. I just wish the state would get the fuck out of my life. Anyways, I _do_ give them reason to pull me over every time so I guess I can't complain -- I like to drive my car and so I should not give them excuses like expired tags, but I was doing so well at not getting pulled over for these really long stretches of time just by driving well. Anyways, suffice it to say this cop was questionably a nice cop. I say questionably because he at first said he pulled me over because my license plate was registered to a sunfire. I mean what the fuck. I've never had a sunfire. Fucking dyslexic cop maybe. Then he tried to say my insurance slip was expired. No it was not. Then he pointed out the epxired tag. Yay, you "GOT" me dude. Well, it was a $110 fine. So I saved money, like $80 I think by not doing it for a few years.

We get back to Ken's house, watch a little bit of Shatner getting roasted, then head to the bar for wings and a beer or two. Geoff met up with us at the bar, and we had a nice time, lots of laughs at my expense and all that, you know. ;) Leaving the bar to head back to Ken's house again, Geoff peels out of the parking lot, and I do my best to catch up to him. Well, that attracted the attention of another cop who just happened to be hanging out in the parking lot unbeknownst to me. Goddam it, I'm suddenly getting hassled again for the same stupid expired tag. Well, once this cop was satisfied that I'd already been fined once that same day for that same offence, he let me go about my stinkin business. Goddam it. And he forgot to give me back my insurance papers. Good thing I told him where I was going. Good thing I had to go out to the car to grab some herbs just as the cop was stopping by my parked car. He gave me my papers back, so I would regain my legitimate person status. Yay me.

I think I'm gonna go out on Tuesday and buy that sticker.

Well, she's 3 this week. Its amazing how the time just blends together as it rolls on. She is so much more capable now than ever before and its wonderful to see her doing more and more things and becoming a real person. She had a lovely party on Saturday at her Mom's house and isn't she just so pretty?