Coffee...
Turning water into hope...

G'Day...
11°/24°C, 64% RH, haze (the type that hurts the unarmed eye), partially cloudy...




still waiting for that promised global warning... mulling over putting the temp liner into the Gore jacket...
home, Nespresso to get the oil pressure up...
got outta bed without any crackle and pops, but there is a tick below my left eye, my body must be downloading some software update...

commute on ST mostly uneventful...
except the occasional Talahon attempts to provoke a rear-end collisions... a new 'sports' of them, I encounter like 4~5 every day...
they drive into a free intersection or roundabout, and slam on the brakes... (some even start to back up...)
they pull out an exit in front of you, and slam on the brakes...
they approach a green light, and slam on the brakes...
without any reason nor warning...
what the incidents do have in common: jumping out their car, starting guttural arguments... WUNNUFIGHT ?!!!...
pfffff... trust me, you are totally uninteresting, the only thing you are is getting in the way and on everyone's nerves...
a remarkable peak event however at my sub-level garage entrance last night:
like to 'thank' me for opening the automatic roller gate for him with my fob while idling behind him, he drove down the ramp for like 9 feet and BAM!! slams on the brakes...
thankfully the tarmac was dry, the ST stops on a dime, my legs long enough to secure it on that steep slope... (if he'd pulled that to ze GF she would have undoubtedly gone down...
)
and again: jumping out to start japing... oooch... pleeeezeee...
I had enough clearance to simply swerve around him over the exit ramp and proceed to my slip...
so the evil follows you straight home now... great...
office, dull, Nescafé...
the new rotors for the '94 did not turn up yesterday...
maybe today...
hope dies last...
thank coffee its Friday!
Turning water into hope...

G'Day...
11°/24°C, 64% RH, haze (the type that hurts the unarmed eye), partially cloudy...
still waiting for that promised global warning... mulling over putting the temp liner into the Gore jacket...
home, Nespresso to get the oil pressure up...
got outta bed without any crackle and pops, but there is a tick below my left eye, my body must be downloading some software update...
commute on ST mostly uneventful...
except the occasional Talahon attempts to provoke a rear-end collisions... a new 'sports' of them, I encounter like 4~5 every day...

they drive into a free intersection or roundabout, and slam on the brakes... (some even start to back up...)
they pull out an exit in front of you, and slam on the brakes...
they approach a green light, and slam on the brakes...
without any reason nor warning...
what the incidents do have in common: jumping out their car, starting guttural arguments... WUNNUFIGHT ?!!!...
pfffff... trust me, you are totally uninteresting, the only thing you are is getting in the way and on everyone's nerves...
a remarkable peak event however at my sub-level garage entrance last night:
like to 'thank' me for opening the automatic roller gate for him with my fob while idling behind him, he drove down the ramp for like 9 feet and BAM!! slams on the brakes...
thankfully the tarmac was dry, the ST stops on a dime, my legs long enough to secure it on that steep slope... (if he'd pulled that to ze GF she would have undoubtedly gone down...
and again: jumping out to start japing... oooch... pleeeezeee...
I had enough clearance to simply swerve around him over the exit ramp and proceed to my slip...
so the evil follows you straight home now... great...

office, dull, Nescafé...

the new rotors for the '94 did not turn up yesterday...
maybe today...
hope dies last...
thank coffee its Friday!

