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It's Halloween weekend here, which means that there are lots of people out looking for ghosts. Last night there were a lot anyway. I had a tour last night that broke the company record for most people to show up for a tour (not counting groups). Because of the expected number of people we brought in a second walker, but we could realistically used another one or two. The group itself was a blast which was mildly surprising since when groups get that big they become unwieldly and lots of the time aren't as much fun. This one worked out okay though.

Also had a second walk last night at midnite. Not nearly as popular, but another good walk.

It's great to be able to have a job where your primary goal is to have people look at and listen to you and get your own attention needs met. It's good to get them met every now and then.

Now I guess we'll see how tonight goes.

I would think that everybody knows that a red light means to stop. I would think that before a person can get a driver's license that he would know that.

Then why did that asswipe just almost run me over?

I can deal with people going through a light that was yellow (or officially "amber") as they were going through the intersection when the light turned. For someone to go through the light after it has already completely turned red means that they are either an idiot or an inconsiderate asshole.

I don't mind assholes. Inconsiderate ones bug me. That means that you have to go out of your way to be a jerk. I hope that this guy gets all the things that he so truly deserves...like higher insurance rates and somebody nailing his stupid ass someday. Hopefully it will be because that person did the same to him that he did to me. Run the red, buddy and nail that sucker right in the door.

Last night was the longest World Series Game in history. I didn't see the end. It was after midnight and I couldn't a) stay awake any longer or b)not be able to wake up this AM. I understand that MLB doesn't want to have its biggest games of the year on TV at 300 in the afternoon eastern time. But this part about not starting a game until almost 900 PM is getting more and more ridiculous. It assures that over one half of the population of this country is going to either have to miss the end or suffer the next day. I think (I know) it is a lot easier for someone on the West Coast to sneak out a few minutes early to see the game than it is for the entire eastern half of the country to call in late because they couldn't get up.

The other day my sister sent me an e-mail about the DUI laws in DC. It appears that you can get popped for a DUI in the District with as low as a .02 BAC. Now when you consider that most people don't notice any effects of alcohol intoxication until .05 and not any serious effects until .10 (which thanks to mommy government is now above the legal limit in all the states) this strikes me as silly.
I could have two shots of Nyquill and meet this limit depending on the timing.

The good news is that this has begun to reach the national media. Hopefully it will begin to alert those out there that don't otherwise pay attention to these types of things of the way the abolishonists have wormed their way into the body politic.

when PA drooped the level for a DUI to .08, they had the little sense needed to say that there are levels of DUI. IF you are just past the level and not significantly drunk, you're not as bad as the asswipe who is getting pulled over because he's weaving over the road and has a BAC of .20. Knowing my size and the amount of ETOH I can put into it, I know that's a drunk driver. Some poor wretch who gets pulled over because she had her daytime running lights on instead of her headlights on and getting popped is stupid.

MADD has gone from being a legitimate, worthy organization, to one that has become a prohibitionist one. Alcohol is not a bad thing. Being out of control (whether through booze or other reasons) is.

No wonder that people are beginning to talk about joining DAMM. Drinkers against mad mothers.

There is a new cartoon out featuring the Smurfs, those cute little blue annoyances. In it the smurfs are out smurfing and dancing when suddenly there are bombers over head. The bombers begin to drop ordinance on Smurftown. There are pictures of Smurfs running for cover, getting blown up, walking around missing Smurf parts and ends with a picture of a baby Smurf crying amidst the severed bodies of other Smurfs. The tag line, from UNICEF, is not to let war touch the children.

One the one hand the idea of dropping massive amounts of bombs on a village of innocent Smurfs is disturbing. The picture isn't a pretty one.

On the other hand, I find the Smurfs to be excessively annoying. I also have concerns that there seem to be so many of them but only one is female. I mean these fellows have to be doing something to be making baby Smurfs and if it is by the usual means, the Smurfette is a slut who spends most of her time pregnant. Watching the commercial I thought to myself that destroying these blue-skinned, too happy, smurfing annoyances wouldn't be a bad idea.

I haven't decided if I like this commercial or not.

The weather has begun to get colder so I'm thinking that fall is actually about the corner. That's a good thing. I enjoy the change of the seasons. It's interesting to watch the world turn from the life of summer to the sleep of winter and fall seems to be the drowsiness in between.

Another nice point in this turn of the season is that it means that the tourists will begin to come back to town. October seems to be a generallly good month for walks, maybe Halloween has something to do with it. I hope that this month will not break the pattern bhecause I can use the extra income.

Changes in the weather. Changes at work. Life continues to move. I still like the saying that life is what happens when you're planning on something else.

After having dissed them so much last week, it was good to see the Pitt football team win this week against the Cincy Bearcats. Granted Cincy doesn't have a great team, but the first step in becoming a good football team is to beat the teams that you're supposed to beat.

Last night, I went down to the local watering hole to watch what I thought would be a good football game on TV. Pitt was playing Rutgers. The Big East opener for both teams. Two teams that should have matched up pretty well.

Boy was I wrong.

Pitt played perhaps the worst football game in the history of mankind last night. They couldn't block. They couldn't tackle. They couldn't run (Negative rushing yards for the game I think). They couldn't pass. They couldn't catch.

They sucked. (I kept waiting for Jim Mora to come on the screen going into that famous rant of his. (What can I say, we sucked. Five more minutes of stating which part of the team sucked including the cheerleaders.))

Even when Rutgers did their damnedest to help Pitt get back in the game, the panthers wouldn't let them. Pitt scores! Rutgers runs the return thirty yards back, then scores the next play.

If this keeps up I'm going to have to stop wearing my Pitt hat because it's embarrassing. In fact, I'm not wearing it today. I'm wearing my Pirates hat. At least they show up for the games.