7 - 7

Along twelfth avenue, between Commercial and Clark (and beyond, in both directions), there are signs that have the no stopping image (might be the no parking image), and beneath the image: 7am-7pm.

Except for one sign, which is right near Woodlands Street traveling westbound. Instead of 7am-7pm, it reads 7pm-7am. I'm tempted to go and park right beside that sign at about, hmmmm, let's say 7:05am, and leave it there. The morning rush hour commuters would love me, they'd be yelling encouraging words out their windows I'm sure. I would just smile and point to the sign.

Around noon, I would make my way back to where I left the car, and if it hadn't been towed I would be tremendously surprised. If it was towed I would then make my way to Buster's to get my car back; telling them upon my arrival that I expect to get my car back without paying a fee. In fact, I would tell them, I expect to be compensated, as they had no right to touch my car, let alone tow my car. I read and reread the sign, saw that I was in the right to stop/park there, and did.

I would then contact (see: sue) the city. I would want reimbursement for the cost of retrieving my car should Buster's force me to pay, reimbursement for the cost of bus fare that it took me to get to Buster's, and reimbursement for my troubles (emotional trauma).

This is a plan that I will not follow through with. I invite you to follow through with it. Be my eyes and ears and tell me how it goes.

(and that, my friends, was my very first blog post as a married man! ta da!)

Phantom Raindrops

It's a weird feeling when you're outside walking and you hear the sound of raindrops falling onto the leaves of trees and bushes around you, and yet you don't feel or see any raindrops falling. And no, there are no trees above you. It happened to me last night, not for the first time. You've experienced this too, right?

For The Kabalarians

My first name and Biscotti's first name each have 6 letters.
My last name and Biscotti's last name each have 8 letters.

#39 is a King

With the exit of Clouts, two of my three Canuck bobbleheads are no longer Canucks. I'll miss you Clouts.

He Plays Jovially

Bye-bye Jovo. So long one of the most exciting offensive defenseman we've seen. Farewell to a d-man who had 33 points in just 44 games last season. See ya later my fantasy team rock, that streak may now have ended. Au revoir Jovobot, enjoy the Arizona desert.