Other then that, what did you think of the play, Mrs. Lincoln?

I'm lucky to be here.

Not so much in the Chamber of Commerce sense of some of my posts, but more in the general direction of being lucky to be anywhere, and not have to get there by blowing into a straw or blinking my thoughts.

By all rights I should probably be dead.

One of my father's admonitions to me was: "Since you'll probably never go to war, the most dangerous thing you'll ever do will be drive a car." A couple of weeks ago I once again apparently tried to prove him right.

Okay enough foreshadowing, I should probably get to what happened, then I can return to waxing philosophic... I was driving south on US1, doing forty-hmmprhmhprh to get through a yellow light before it turned. As I reached the intersection (where Brickell meets Coral Way, right in front of Gordon Biersch for the faithful readers who know Miami), a woman coming north decided she was going to go ahead and turn left.

Time slowed down.

Her SUV, a Toyota Hillfucker, plowed into the front left side of my car, impacting probably around the left light. The airbag and seatbelt combined to stop me from going through the windshield. The fairly lucky "I shouldn't be here" part is that if she'd got me a split second later she would have plowed into the driver's side door instead of the front left side of the car... and I probably would have been on the evening news for the first and last time.

As it was, I somehow managed to escape with only a small bruise from where the airbag hit me. The Nissan Riceburn wasn't quite so fortunate, and that's really another indicator of level of severity --- a week and a lot of insurance calls later, it was totaled. So, significantly more than $11,000 worth of damage was done to my car... and my only residual mark was a left breast that looked like I walked into the door behind Luca.

In a greater way perhaps, I'm also fortunate that my mother came down to the scene immediately, put me up in the house, and helped with the securing of a new car and whatnot. Without getting to into it, I've always been blessed to count on my mom, ever since some tough times as a teen. I'm slowly learning and reaffirming a life's lesson, looking at my friends and my own family --- that there's nothing quite like having people who care for you that you can rely on in the trying times.

So, I'm okay, the other gal was okay... I've got a new car... got a good deal on a used Chrysler 300 (very nice luxury car... perfect for a guy that learned how to drive on a Cadillac Sedan DeVille!) Now all that remains is some paperwork. But sometimes in life, you consider yourself lucky just to be able to fill out a form.

It occurs to me this accident happened before my trip to Tallahassee... I intrigue myself in realizing I posted about that first before this. Maybe it was easier.

Travelin' Man goes to...

Life's journeys have taken me to Tallahassee. Back to my old stompin' ground.

I'm here ostensibly for an alumni association conference, but also I have some ulterior motives. Other reasons include in no particular order a Seminole baseball game this weekend, staying in touch with my old boss, and seeing my best friend and her two adorable little girls again.

Worst kept secret is that I'd be lying if I said I don't have designs on my life leading me back here someday. The town's changed a lot since I was here in 2000... but a lot of the charm is still undeniable. I love the lush greenery. I love that every block has cars with FSU tags and stickers, a "Renegade Barber Shop" or "Osceola Hardware", and students that just look genuinely happy to be alive. And of course college football is bar none my favorite sports experience.

It's admittedly not a great place to be 25. Being a smaller town (about 150,000 soakin' wet), there's not a lot of professional opportunities. But when you start having thoughts of a family, or when you want reasonably priced real estate... or when you're far enough removed from student age that your social circles are "grown ups" instead of kiddos, well... rolling hills call!

how do you say "gimme the damn remote, Duck Tales is on" in Hungarian?

Probably dating myself a bit here, but hey someone has to date me :)

I'm sorry, but I will always find this either fascinating... or likely both... I guess nowadays it's classified only as "blogworthy".... ya see, people from other countries talk funny.


Which just goes to prove my theory... GERMANS LOVE DAVID HASSELHOFF!




The Gummi Bears theme, in Hungarian.



Jem and the Holograms, in Italian.

True story, as a kid in like first grade I watched Jem and the Holograms when it first came out... till one day another guy at school told me that was a "cartoon for girls" and that boys weren't supposed to like it. Last time I watched it!


http://homepage.ntlworld.com/brien.hannah/frenchintro.zip

This one's pretty damned funny, couldn't find it other then in that zip file... it's the A-Team theme in French. What the hell are the French doing watching the A-Team? Yeah, a bunch of vigilantes military for hire that go around blowing shit up. Bonjourrrrrr, ya cheese eatin' surrender monkeys!




And a couple more I wanted to put up in English because... well hell I don't really need a reason do I? I just liked these shows too and couldn't find them in any other language as an excuse to put'em up. Turns out they're actually all foreign products imported to the US. Not that I knew that when I was watching them in the lower living room in my undies.

I watched a lot of Nickelodeon growing up. Remember these?


Danger Mouse


Today's Special



You Can't Do That on Television