Comments on: 08/26/2008 – It’s the Way They Asked… http://yehudamoon.com/20080826/ Fri, 24 May 2013 18:50:37 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.4.1 By: Marrock http://yehudamoon.com/20080826/#comment-26545 Marrock Wed, 27 Aug 2008 14:15:03 +0000 http://localhost/kickstandcomics/08262008/#comment-26545 I've discovered that using that line will derail just about any situation you can think of. I’ve discovered that using that line will derail just about any situation you can think of.

]]> By: JohnB http://yehudamoon.com/20080826/#comment-26546 JohnB Wed, 27 Aug 2008 13:18:13 +0000 http://localhost/kickstandcomics/08262008/#comment-26546 JRR's comment about the fuse box reminded me of a high school friend whose mother had a very monotone voice. Another friend used to mimic her to him, saying in a very flat emotionless voice, "Donald. The house is on fire." JRR’s comment about the fuse box reminded me of a high school friend whose mother had a very monotone voice. Another friend used to mimic her to him, saying in a very flat emotionless voice, “Donald. The house is on fire.”

]]> By: 545h4 http://yehudamoon.com/20080826/#comment-26547 545h4 Wed, 27 Aug 2008 13:05:31 +0000 http://localhost/kickstandcomics/08262008/#comment-26547 @bikingbristol: But it isn't always a scared kid. More often than not around here it is a white, male, 30-50... @bikingbristol: But it isn’t always a scared kid. More often than not around here it is a white, male, 30-50…

]]> By: Ian Hopper http://yehudamoon.com/20080826/#comment-26548 Ian Hopper Wed, 27 Aug 2008 09:30:31 +0000 http://localhost/kickstandcomics/08262008/#comment-26548 Last time this happened to me it included some threats, so I got the plate number and vehicle description and called the local police (why I always carry a sharpie with me: WRITE IT ON YOUR HAND IMMEDIATELY! I knew it was punk ass high school kids driving dad's jeep. Officer at dispatch said they would look up the plate, find the house and give them a warning: hopefully some punks were riding THEIR bikes or walking for a while! @Andy: That service you were talking about sounds really useful, as I would rather have dealt with it myself but we can't do that in the U.S (at least that I know of). @Marrock: awesome man, I'm gonna use that if I can remember it! Last time this happened to me it included some threats, so I got the plate number and vehicle description and called the local police (why I always carry a sharpie with me: WRITE IT ON YOUR HAND IMMEDIATELY! I knew it was punk ass high school kids driving dad’s jeep. Officer at dispatch said they would look up the plate, find the house and give them a warning: hopefully some punks were riding THEIR bikes or walking for a while! @Andy: That service you were talking about sounds really useful, as I would rather have dealt with it myself but we can’t do that in the U.S (at least that I know of).
@Marrock: awesome man, I’m gonna use that if I can remember it!

]]> By: Kouros http://yehudamoon.com/20080826/#comment-26549 Kouros Wed, 27 Aug 2008 05:32:17 +0000 http://localhost/kickstandcomics/08262008/#comment-26549 I tend to find that those who shout the most have the least to say. I tend to find that those who shout the most have the least to say.

]]> By: bikingbristol http://yehudamoon.com/20080826/#comment-26550 bikingbristol Wed, 27 Aug 2008 02:30:26 +0000 http://localhost/kickstandcomics/08262008/#comment-26550 several weeks ago iw as yelled at and then the car stopped at a light. I pulled up to their open window... there was a kid, maybe 15 years old. I said "Did want to say something to me?" I sat there as he sat there staring forward saying nothing. I felt bad afterward. I remember that moment when someone yells or beeps. I remember 'Its just a scared kid,' and it doesn't bug me so much. several weeks ago iw as yelled at and then the car stopped at a light. I pulled up to their open window… there was a kid, maybe 15 years old. I said “Did want to say something to me?” I sat there as he sat there staring forward saying nothing. I felt bad afterward. I remember that moment when someone yells or beeps. I remember ‘Its just a scared kid,’ and it doesn’t bug me so much.

]]> By: Blue http://yehudamoon.com/20080826/#comment-26551 Blue Tue, 26 Aug 2008 21:09:41 +0000 http://localhost/kickstandcomics/08262008/#comment-26551 JRR the iceman. JRR the iceman.

]]> By: JRR http://yehudamoon.com/20080826/#comment-26552 JRR Tue, 26 Aug 2008 20:38:25 +0000 http://localhost/kickstandcomics/08262008/#comment-26552 @Marrock: that is AWESOME. I really hope I can remember that, assuming anyone ever yells that at me (nobody ever has, there are almost no sidewalks here and cars are very polite). I swear, bike commuting has made me the least jumpy person I can imagine. After that semi that kept dumping on his horn and jake brakes every day for a week 3 winters ago, at 4AM on a nearly empty road right behind me, I just don't startle anymore. My nephew snuck up behind me at a picnic 2 years ago and laid a pop can right out of the ice water on the back of my neck, and I didn't even stutter in the sentence I was speaking. I had an electrical box burst into foot-high flames with my hand in it 2 nights ago, and I just pulled my hand out and said "Oh look. Fire. I guess I'd better toss a cover over that. And pull the fuse too. There." I don't think my pulse went up a single beat. @Marrock: that is AWESOME. I really hope I can remember that, assuming anyone ever yells that at me (nobody ever has, there are almost no sidewalks here and cars are very polite).

I swear, bike commuting has made me the least jumpy person I can imagine. After that semi that kept dumping on his horn and jake brakes every day for a week 3 winters ago, at 4AM on a nearly empty road right behind me, I just don’t startle anymore. My nephew snuck up behind me at a picnic 2 years ago and laid a pop can right out of the ice water on the back of my neck, and I didn’t even stutter in the sentence I was speaking. I had an electrical box burst into foot-high flames with my hand in it 2 nights ago, and I just pulled my hand out and said “Oh look. Fire. I guess I’d better toss a cover over that. And pull the fuse too. There.” I don’t think my pulse went up a single beat.

]]> By: Strubisatoaster http://yehudamoon.com/20080826/#comment-26553 Strubisatoaster Tue, 26 Aug 2008 19:07:53 +0000 http://localhost/kickstandcomics/08262008/#comment-26553 Also, Marrock, you are awesome. I'm going to have to start using that tactic. Also, Marrock, you are awesome. I’m going to have to start using that tactic.

]]> By: Strubisatoaster http://yehudamoon.com/20080826/#comment-26554 Strubisatoaster Tue, 26 Aug 2008 19:02:39 +0000 http://localhost/kickstandcomics/08262008/#comment-26554 Yesterday I was riding my bike in Central Park, where the car-accessible roads have both a bike lane and a pedestrian lane in addition to the sidewalk. A couple of young women ahead of me were running side-by-side in the bike lane even though there was no one else in the pedestrian lane. As I passed them, I very politely said, "wrong lane, guys," and was rewarded with, "UGH get OVER yourself!" What the heck does that mean, and how does that explain your choice of lane? There were signs and lane markings everywhere, but I noticed that there were a LOT of runners in the bike lane for no apparent reason. What the hell, New Yorkers? Good thing I was having such a nice, relaxing visit to the city. On my home turf, in West Philly, I YELL at the UPenn rent-a-cops for riding the wrong way. My boyfriend and I are convinced it's the same guy every time. Yesterday I was riding my bike in Central Park, where the car-accessible roads have both a bike lane and a pedestrian lane in addition to the sidewalk. A couple of young women ahead of me were running side-by-side in the bike lane even though there was no one else in the pedestrian lane. As I passed them, I very politely said, “wrong lane, guys,” and was rewarded with, “UGH get OVER yourself!” What the heck does that mean, and how does that explain your choice of lane? There were signs and lane markings everywhere, but I noticed that there were a LOT of runners in the bike lane for no apparent reason. What the hell, New Yorkers? Good thing I was having such a nice, relaxing visit to the city. On my home turf, in West Philly, I YELL at the UPenn rent-a-cops for riding the wrong way. My boyfriend and I are convinced it’s the same guy every time.

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