california legal ethics

i love that there's a book out there being diligently studied titled "california legal ethics."  two points clearly not made in the book are taking up only one seat on the train and abstaining from the use of optical illusions.

after all, it's a bit unfair to be asking probing, complex questions of a witness when they're wondering if the diagonal stripes against the vertical stripes really are in the shape of a tie (see shirt and tie combo).

of course, the bigger issue with such a book title is that somehow ethics regarding issues of law are different from just normal ethics; and, by extension, that these "new ethics" are different in california from oregon, arizona or anywhere else in the world.  legal scholars will have their justifications, i'm sure, but i'll be damned if it make any sense to the rest of us.

third wheel turned to advantage

yes, normally being a third wheel is all awkward and weird.  usually, it says in no uncertain terms, "of course i'm not interested in my best friend's boy/girlfriend."  however, everything changes when you aren't being the third wheel, but have a third wheel, especially if it's motorized.

now, all of a sudden, you become big man on the train platform.

well, i guess even the biggest men on the platform suffer days from getting no play.  try as trike-man might, the lady was just not buying into his charm.  perhaps the obvious 30-yr difference in age had something to do with it.  but, trike-man, do not be discouraged.  simply remember that you are following in the footsteps of men suffering mid-life crises everywhere.  and cher.

if i _____ like them, i think i'd get shot

the rap song that i pulled the title of this post from filled in the blank with "lied," talking about politicians right about the time madonna was pissing off the vatican with some cross-burning.  today, i fill it in with "parked" and present exhibits a and b below.  exhibit a is big ole semi in the middle of downtown straddling a lane line.  that bus off to the right usually pulls up right up against the curb so the door is right about where that street sign post is.  today, the crosswalk that the bus is in is just gonna have to tolerate the nose of said bus sniffin its people.  thank you, truck driver.  you do the teamsters proud.

in a more residential setting, we have exhibit b.  things being residential and all, there's a lot less impact on traffic.  however, you'll just have to take my word for the fact that the owner of this vehicle lives (i presume with many others) in a house with a three-car garage with an accompanying three-car-wide driveway for which this spot merely serves as overflow.

indeed, that is a metro stop sign just behind the car.  indeed the car is sticking out into the street and indeed, the bus doesn't have a good space in which to pull over and pick-up/drop-off passengers safely from/to.  but, really, why should anyone ever disagree with the owner of a bmw 7-series?  that'd be like calling out the rich to pay more taxes.

whole lotta hair?

by far the biggest dreadlock holder i ever seen.  i'd give it about a 25% chance hair's not all that stuffed up in there.  perhaps he's a student of the history of the world.

trash porn, pt 11

not sure why it took me so long to realize this was here, but we got a whole bunch of smashed up cop cars in this here lot.

perhaps these were vehicles involved in the roughly 1250 accidents officers have been involved in in the last three years.  i hope not, as any evidence that might be needed is open to the elements.  or perhaps all the investigations are over and now the lapd's mechanics just pick parts from these.

of course, this puny lot pales in comparison to one i used to see from the metrolink near the burbank airport.  i can't seem to turn up any photos of that one, so perhaps i'll begin shades of being a real journalist and hoof out there and take my own someday.  if anyone reading knows where i'm talking about and has pictures, do share.

eco-warrior

recycling?  check.
public transportation?  check.
used clothes? check.

only things left to do are insulate the home, get some double-pane windows, eat a plant-based diet and put up those solar panels.

accidental prosyletization victim

yeah, i know, most victims of prosyletization are accidental.  "i was just out gardening when these people kept wanting to give me a magazine" is a common one.  another more train-worthy accidental victimization is the spontaneous preacher (i'll probably have more on that in a future post).

however, the particular victim above (in the handicapped seat) kinda, sorta asked for it.  he originally thought the lady on the right was asking for his seat and she may well have intended to, but his pre-emptive knee-jerk response was to complain about his bum leg.  my sense was people weren't buying his story and the fact that he pulled up his backpack and showed all his medications he's supposedly taking tells me he's done this before and gotten the same reaction.  little did dr feelgood realize he would get an earful of religion.  i didn't hear much, but she did start with telling dr feelgood how the "watchtower" he was reading was full of lies.  she proceeded to read from her own scripture, carefully hand-crafted in black marker.

not content to talk to just one person (prosyletisers never are), another accidental victim (already a victim of some limb-reducing ailment that left him wheelchair-bound) gets caught in the crosshairs below, after some other kind soul gives up his handicapped seat to bring mercy upon dr feelgood.

she seemed less enthusiastic about particular encounter.  maybe sitting takes you further away from god.