Number 16 Bus Shelter

YEAH, DETROIT
Thanks for stopping in.

This first one is my favourite article of the day.

99% of the time, it's good when the government stays out of the lives of its citizens. If there's anything that anyone doesn't need, it's people in high standing telling you how to live your life.

There's a story that caught my eye earlier this morning that took place in New Zealand. And, for once, I'm on the government's side.

It's regarding the names of children. Rather, what people are naming their children.


I know that today's names are different than the ones we dealt with in the fifties, sixties and the such. Hell, look at what people were naming their kids just ten years ago in comparison to now. I also understand that some older names are coming back into the name lexicon; some are family names, some are names that have become "cool" (read: pretty dumb) over time, whatever. I really don't care. If you've got to have four consonants jammed together followed by a dash and an apostrophe, then good on you. Just don't expect me to pronounce it right the first time.
Apparently, nine years ago some Einstein thought naming their daughter Talula Does The Hula From Hawaii was a good idea. Couldn't make that sort of thing up.

Imagine trying to fill that out on a driver license form, or worse, a scantron.

There's a registry department in New Zealand that looks at all the things that people are naming their children, and Mister Guy Who Runs the Registry said there's NO WAY I'm going to let you name your kid that. Nuh uh.

Good. For once, I applaud this sort of intervention. And, I know it's a slippery slope once you give the government a hand in anything, but for once, good. The article goes on to state that there's a conversation between the parent and the registrar regarding the hardships a child could face being named something like "Violence." (again, not kidding.) Going to the article, you'll see such favourites that have been struck down including "Yeah, Detroit", "Number 16 Bus Shelter" (a personal favourite of mine) and "Sex Fruit".

Number 16 Bus Shelter is pretty damn funny. Moving on here.


THERE'S NO PEANUTS IN BASEBALL

I like baseball. I like the colour of the green grass, I like the dirty brown pitcher's mound, I like the crack of the bat and the smell of the hot dogs in the air at the ballpark. I also like salt peanuts. They give my hands something to do when I'm not enjoying a frothy beer.

Things change, but some things stay the same. Sometimes.

Seattle's Safeco Field will be hosting a couple of games in September with seating sections that will be PEANUT-FREE. Y'know, in order to protect people with peanut allergies. While I don't really have a problem with sections of seats that are "peanut-free", there are certain minor league teams that are going entire games without peanuts, and there are minor league teams who have concessions that are completely peanut-free.

I think this is ridiculous. Am I being short-sighted? Maybe. I don't ride roller coasters because there's a 99% chance I'll end up throwing up by the end of the ride. Can there be a day where all of the roller coasters go slow, so I don't throw up? No, because you're fucking ruining it for everyone else who likes fucking roller coasters.

People in the above article are worried that their children will inhale airborne peanut particles, causing them to have a violent allergic reaction to them. And, that's unfortunate. So in order to fix this problem, we're going to ruin it for everyone else. By the way, there's no smoking in public places, you can't buy beer until noon, put a helmet on, and certainly don't dump hot coffee on your crotch. Better yet, ban hot coffee. Only cold coffee available this season for your crotch coffee guys.


I'm through with this guy.

FINALLY
So I take this super cool invite from Blogger to try out their things that they are beta testing over in Blogger in Draft. There is this pretty neat option that allows you to send a post through your cellphone to the blog, which I'm all about. If I see someone bending over and it's cracktastic o'clock, all I have to do is snap a pic with the phone and send it to the blog through the phone, type some text, and wham, it's up here. Kinda like this twitter phenomenon that I haven't warmed up to yet.

No computer necessary, and I think that's the Kool-Moe-Dee. I got super jacked up because I had a giant beer for lunch on Tuesday and I took a picture of it, and what would be a better way to set this bus ablaze?

So you send a text from your phone to this thing on Blogger, they respond and you enter a passcode. Done, done, done.

For whatever reason now, my phone locks up like a chastity belt whenever I get a text. It shuts off, and reboots itself. When I check the text message folder after the phone reboots, it reboots again. Fuck! And, my car needs brake pads. There, I said it, and I feel better.

Sorry for all that. Good times ahead.