Let the monkey drive, and it's only fair. It's the monkey's car and he hates to share
My car needed servicing, as these things will given enough time. It reached its 65,000th mile actually while in the midst of a trip to and from Detroit for an OK Go concert, so I couldn't get it to the dealer just on the mileage dot, but that's all right. It was close enough. I guess. I'll get it on the dot for the 70,000th.
The interesting thing and I use the mildest possible concept of interesting here, is that I reached my 60,000th mile just back in June. Five thousand miles in four months is surprisingly near about what I was averaging back when I was in New Jersey and commuting daily and really getting sick of driving. What increased my driving average was multiple very long jaunts, including West Pennsylvania Parks Tour, Midwest Parks Tour, and a couple visits to Cedar Point. It turns out I'm much happier to drive when I don't have to do it all the time, and I suppose when I'm driving to more interesting places, even if the drives themselves might be kind of dull.
And over on my humor blog? You remember that, I hope. This week's major piece is how my clothing befuddles me, which it often does. Also run there in the past seven days have been:
- When It Comes Time For The Upgrade, about that horrible moment when you think upgrading the operating system makes sense.
- Krazy Kat in Love’s Labor Lost, another attempt at animating the classic yet unadaptable comic strip.
- Statistics Saturday: What College Football Implies In My Family, or, what it means that I really don't care if Rutgers loses.
- Comments Of The Week, October 5-12, 2014, which may be of use to you!
- The Bright Idea, in which I see something the wrong way.
- Calm Urged As Art Exhibited Publicly, or maybe I'm just misreading the newspaper's front page.
- The Comic Strip Skippy, and Mathematics, featuring a pretty tender comic strip from 1927 plus a link to my mathematics blog.
Trivia: Until 1859 the British Foreign Office was just one more ordinary customer of the telegraph lines, and would send (and receive) no messages outside business hours.
Source: The Victorian Internet, Tom Standage.
Currently Reading: The Crying Of Lot 49, Thomas Pynchon.