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Full of Win
Jan. 15th, 2009 09:16 pmI am winning against the roaches, which I am trying not to be too smug about simply out of superstition, but which was kind of inevitable once I took a genuine interest, given that I am a small obsessive predator with free time, a brain orders of magnitude larger than the roaches', and access to the Internet. I know where the roaches live, how they identify their home, how they feed their children, where they keep their eggs, and how often they hatch. I have gotten into their base and killed their dudes. The rest is mop-up action on infertile juveniles, which I'm sort of relishing.
Aside from that, the unsurfaced area of road outside my house - also known as the pothole twice the size of my car - has been filled in after being left undone for more than two years. Ciro and I have been sending requests pretty continually for the last six months, and now it is fixed. I even got two follow-up e-mails to make sure I was satisfied and was please going to desist.
My next Romie-versus trick will be trying to change policy enforcement at the county jail, where they stopped me from reading a book while waiting in line to see someone, despite there being no rule on any sign or in any departmental materials against paperbacks even for prisoners, which I am not. Then they tried to tell me I couldn't have my hat or scarf, but conceded that in fact if I was going to make a fuss about it, it was probably better that they let me keep them, which actually made me madder than if they'd stood their ground. If it's really a rule, enforce it; if it's not, stop enforcing it, is what I'm saying. Unfortunately, prison guards tend to be people who were not only too dumb to be cops, but too dumb to be security guards, so even with orders from on high, nothing may happen, because I will always know the guards' rules better than they do. I mostly don't even talk anymore, so much as write things down and point so they can read multiple times for comprehension.
Finally, although this is not exactly a win for me, a plane crashed into a river and everybody got out okay, although as far as I know they did not deploy the rafts or the flotation cushions or the life vests. But this at least brings me slightly closer to an answer to my longstanding question of "are there crashes where these things are actually useful because people don't die on impact and there are rescue craft." Nice! I am hoping that further coverage will reveal that they did use the flotation cushions and rafts and vests and things.
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"Do you stand for the things you stand for?" - Dadara, Checkpoint Dreamyourtopia
Aside from that, the unsurfaced area of road outside my house - also known as the pothole twice the size of my car - has been filled in after being left undone for more than two years. Ciro and I have been sending requests pretty continually for the last six months, and now it is fixed. I even got two follow-up e-mails to make sure I was satisfied and was please going to desist.
My next Romie-versus trick will be trying to change policy enforcement at the county jail, where they stopped me from reading a book while waiting in line to see someone, despite there being no rule on any sign or in any departmental materials against paperbacks even for prisoners, which I am not. Then they tried to tell me I couldn't have my hat or scarf, but conceded that in fact if I was going to make a fuss about it, it was probably better that they let me keep them, which actually made me madder than if they'd stood their ground. If it's really a rule, enforce it; if it's not, stop enforcing it, is what I'm saying. Unfortunately, prison guards tend to be people who were not only too dumb to be cops, but too dumb to be security guards, so even with orders from on high, nothing may happen, because I will always know the guards' rules better than they do. I mostly don't even talk anymore, so much as write things down and point so they can read multiple times for comprehension.
Finally, although this is not exactly a win for me, a plane crashed into a river and everybody got out okay, although as far as I know they did not deploy the rafts or the flotation cushions or the life vests. But this at least brings me slightly closer to an answer to my longstanding question of "are there crashes where these things are actually useful because people don't die on impact and there are rescue craft." Nice! I am hoping that further coverage will reveal that they did use the flotation cushions and rafts and vests and things.
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"Do you stand for the things you stand for?" - Dadara, Checkpoint Dreamyourtopia
