Wednesday : 23 August 2006
This morning, there was an accident on I-15 South.  It was caused by a driver who “…felt a semi truck had cut him off.”  So, what does this genius do?  He takes his PT Cruiser, drives in front of the truck… and slammed on his brakes.  You don’t have to be a physics major to figure out what happened next.  The truck jackknifed.  Across three-and-a-half lanes of I-15.  It snarled traffic for hours… during the rush hour commute.  I managed to get off the freeway and bypass the parking lot that was I-15 by taking the frontage road.  And then there were the rubberneckers who parked on top of a bridge that overlooked the accident, so that they could gawk at the accident.  The same bridge that people were using to get off of I-15 and around the accident.  Brilliant.

The rest of the day was good; the evening was quiet.

The Adventures of Indigo Bolt
I joined a team for the Nightstar archvillain mission.  I’ve run – and died on – that mission before.  I figured that it wouldn’t be too bad.  That was before I died four times (possibly five, I kind of lost count).  Needless to say, I wasn’t entirely happy with what that did to my experience debt total.  After the mission, I ran into a hero whom I haven’t seen in a while.  We talked for a bit before I headed to Icon to change the jacket on my dress uniform.  And, as I don’t think that I’ve mentioned it before: I decided on what to do about the fourth costume last week.  I went with an armored tech jacket and gloves, and changed the boots and pants a bit.

Stray Toasters

Namaste.