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bktheirregular) wrote2005-04-15 10:30 am
bktheirregular) wrote2005-04-15 10:30 am
Putting the "irregular" in the irregular
The name came about because on the Cross and Stake board, I didn't post with enough regularity to be one of their regulars, and just plain "BK" wasn't enough of an identifier.
The thought comes to mind because I haven't had a real entry in a while now. Leading to the question: does the keeper of a blog or journal like this have a responsibility to update it on a regular basis? Or does an "as events suffice" basis work just as well?
In any case ... actual content here.
Yesterday, you could file under "one of those days" - craziness at the new job, and a race into New York City to get some necessities taken care of. Missed an obscure no-left-turn sigh that says you're not supposed to turn left onto Riverside Drive from the 79th Street exit of the West Side Highway, and got yanked over by New York's Finest. Let off with a warning, but it cost me time I could ill afford to spare.
Then came the fun of trying to find a parking spot in the City - made more difficult because my car is a cruiser fairly ill-suited to tight City parking spots. (I prefer small cars, normally; someone speculated that the reason I got the Intrepid was to have more armor around me as a reaction to nearly getting blasted into the next world by an SUV broadside.) After making a complete loop, up and down Riverside Drive and West End Avenue, I found a spot back on 79th that, with a little jockeying, would handle the cruiser.
Except that right as I threw the cruiser into reverse, some fraktard came up behind me in an SUV and tried to vulture the parking spot.
No words were exchanged, only pointed glances. The SUV signaled with its right blinker; claiming the spot; I refused to shift gears and extinguish my reverse lights. The SUV eased forward; I pulled back towards the spot, steering wheel hard over. The SUV seemed to feel entitled to the spot; I was through giving up ground.
The SUV ended up driving off; I walked away, the cruiser parked behind a motorcycle. It wasn't the Battle of Saratoga, but at that point, it felt good to win one against the forces of evil, no matter how small.
Close entry.
The thought comes to mind because I haven't had a real entry in a while now. Leading to the question: does the keeper of a blog or journal like this have a responsibility to update it on a regular basis? Or does an "as events suffice" basis work just as well?
In any case ... actual content here.
Yesterday, you could file under "one of those days" - craziness at the new job, and a race into New York City to get some necessities taken care of. Missed an obscure no-left-turn sigh that says you're not supposed to turn left onto Riverside Drive from the 79th Street exit of the West Side Highway, and got yanked over by New York's Finest. Let off with a warning, but it cost me time I could ill afford to spare.
Then came the fun of trying to find a parking spot in the City - made more difficult because my car is a cruiser fairly ill-suited to tight City parking spots. (I prefer small cars, normally; someone speculated that the reason I got the Intrepid was to have more armor around me as a reaction to nearly getting blasted into the next world by an SUV broadside.) After making a complete loop, up and down Riverside Drive and West End Avenue, I found a spot back on 79th that, with a little jockeying, would handle the cruiser.
Except that right as I threw the cruiser into reverse, some fraktard came up behind me in an SUV and tried to vulture the parking spot.
No words were exchanged, only pointed glances. The SUV signaled with its right blinker; claiming the spot; I refused to shift gears and extinguish my reverse lights. The SUV eased forward; I pulled back towards the spot, steering wheel hard over. The SUV seemed to feel entitled to the spot; I was through giving up ground.
The SUV ended up driving off; I walked away, the cruiser parked behind a motorcycle. It wasn't the Battle of Saratoga, but at that point, it felt good to win one against the forces of evil, no matter how small.
Close entry.