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Not really. I accept one day my life will end, no matter what I do, so I use that as motivation to enjoy life while I have it.
And as a result, I don't really concern myself with every tiny thing that could go wrong. I could get cancer from smoking an occasional cigar, or from forgetting to wear sun screen, or just by living in Colorado (we get the second most solar radiation of all US states, as well as second most from terrestrial sources, putting us at number one for total radiation exposure). But I could get stuck by lightning or die in a car accident too. It's all about balancing risks and rewards. (Of course, I wouldn't become become a frequent smoker for similar reason, the risk would outweigh the reward.)
As a runner myself... I feel your pain. Some people are really clueless as to what's going on around them. I had a guy open his car door right as I was running by, people get in front of me walking slowly while I'm running by all the time, and of course... moving vehicles are always a hazard since they refuse to give the right of way to people in general (around here anyway).
Actually, some other inconsiderate fool was walking three dogs on the sidewalk without a leash. The big dog, like big dogs do, ran from me, one little dog hid behind the woman, and the third little yapper charged for the kill. I was about to practice for soccer when it changed its mind at the last second and didn't bite my ankle.
In 20 years of running, I've never been spat upon. Yelled at, cursed, threatened with vehicular homicide, but never spit.
Ennis Ray Lynch, Jr. wrote:
The only plus side to the ordeal is anger makes me run faster. I shaved two
minutes off my average time.
I've done that a few times. I run during my lunch hour at work. If the morning's gone badly, I will occasionally turn in a faster time than usual. Other times I go out and run until I'm not pissed off any more.
One time I told my boss I would be late getting back, and would miss a 1:00 p.m. meeting. He grumbled until I told him "either I run long today, or we have my big debut on CNN. Your call."
So there I was walking down the left side of a sidewalk last night while smoking a cigarette. Still nursing a sprained left ankle and wrist from when some inconsiderate jogger ran me over last week - I was moving quite slowly and holding the cigarette in my right hand. I sensed the same moron approaching quickly behind me and just like last time he made no effort to warn me of his passing or create a passable distance between us. As he passed I hocked a lugie in his general direction.
My feigned surprise and apology was good enough the arrogant bastard didn't recognize me as one of his "victims" from last week.
I have tried all sorts of things. My first line of defense is watching the people, as a runner I am going a lot slower than a bicyclist so I have plenty of time to observe behavior. Individuals walking erratically, or in groups get a loud clap as I approach. Shouting doesn't help, 1) I am running and it wastes my breath, 2) If I do it far away they will not hear) and 3) If I do it as I am approaching they usually leap erratically and most often directly into my path. Clapping carries further. When an individual seems to be walking in a clear and consistent manor on one side of the sidewalk and not the middle I usually offer no sound. The primary reason is, most times, when I alert my presence to people in front in this case they can't seem to decide which direction to choose. It is nearly impossible for me to pick safe path when another pedestrian is "panicking" and trying to decide where to be so they are not in the way. It is worse for groups because individuals usually choose different paths. Really, all actions on my part seem to be a clear loss for me. I have accepted it but to be spit on was just a new low in human social behavior that I had to rant about.
I really ought to. There are public tours, but I can probably ask for a better one. It is a DOE sight, so photography might be limited on some stuff. They have herds of albino deer there, I've seen them.
I just checked, they are white deer, not albino, but freaky looking.
White deer makes more sense than albinism. Albinism, in people at least, is a somewhat rare condition (aproximately 1 in 17,000, varies by ethnic group) and it would be definitely unusual to have a whole lot of them in one population. In that case I would suspect some unusual cause.
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