Sorry Failblog, but this is without doubt WIN.

Figures the one Tuesday I’m off from the Bookstore, this happens right around the corner: (more…)

In November 2007, a week after Thanksgiving, a deer caught my eye as it bolted across the road. I slammed on the brakes, which, in retrospect, didn’t make much difference: the deer made it across the road, but the second one hit me, hard, and my car, a 2000 Celica, was totaled. Three weeks later, I bought a brand new Toyota Matrix.

Seven months after that, I moved to the District of Columbia and sold the car — and it was a great car! — to my Dad. Since then, I’ve driven only a handful of times. I don’t miss driving. If I didn’t get enough driving while I was delivering pizzas for way-more-years than I should have, I certainly got enough of it in the ten weeks I was commuting from Timonium to Bethesda. At best, I could be from home to office in a little over an hour. I think my worst travel time ever clocked in at about three hours.

I mention this because of an article on WTOP.com this morning: (more…)