(You're) Motorin'

When B-Rad approached me with the idea of killing off this humble corner of the web, I simply replied, "Kill it." I'm glad he decided against it, though I'm not really sure what I plan to do with my newly granted administrative priveleges. I'm not one to pour out my inner-most thoughts to many - much less on the not-so-anonymous web.

Some might be surprised that as a youth, I was a rather rabid follower of the political goings-on in the country. I thought it was good to be up on the issues, and as I was rather youthful, I thought it bode well for my future as a father and such. How ironic, then, that by the time I actually had kids, I could pretty much give a rats-ass what was going on day-to-day in DC. The Clinton years pretty much wore me down, and though it would be a few more years until George W. Bush was elected, by then, I felt that things were looking up. After all, adults were back in the White House. Don't get me wrong, I vote in the elections (to include primaries and mid-terms), and such, but that's pretty mucy the extent of my involvement in the political process.

So, maybe this isn't really political, but as I was out driving the paved roads of G-Vegas today, I came upon a vehicle at a stop light, and it caught my eye: it was a Prius hybrid. The car of choice of the left-wing do-gooder. The car that does nothing to help the environment, but let's the owner pat himself on the back whenever he needs an ego boost. I know I've seen a few before, but something intrigued me this time. It was a car length or so in front of me, in the next lane, I couldn't help but wonder who was driving it. There were three or four red-lights in the upcoming stretch, so I was confident that I'd see the driver at some point. (This is the point where I mention that his left turn signal was on, implying he wanted to make a lane-change. Not today, buddy. Or crunchy chick.)

Then I saw it - the drivers window was own, arm dangling out. Dangling... dangling... dangling... a cigarette. I could now narrow it down - seeing the hairy appendage, I could deduce that there was an 85% chance that the driver was a male. 15% that it was a crunchy chick. As traffic began moving, I confirmed that there was an older male pressing the pedal to the Li-Ion cells. Crunchy little wife in the passenger seat. Fuzzy, yellow dice hanging from the mirror. Yes, fuzzy yellow dice.

So we're at the next red light, and it happened. Yet again, Mr. Environmentally Conscious is in the lane to the right of me, car-length a head and he takes a drag on the cigarette, dangles his arm out one last time... and drops the smoking butt on the ground. Money shot!

This bugs the hell out of me. I really don't have as big of a problem smokers as others, but I don't want to pull up to any of the many medians around the Upstate, and see where they have emptied their ashtrays into the streets. There are places I've seen with thousands of cigarette butts laying around. And I don't want to see them thrown from their windows going down the road, either.

Then it occurred to me that I've heard commercials promoting clean roads in South Carolina and some hotline to call when you see someone litter, so I jotted down Mr. Prius' tag number and the next time I was in front of the laptop, did a search and came up with this. I looked all over the page for an online form to report the errant butt and, finding none, realized that I was actually going to have to pick up the phone, dial a number to report it. Jeez, what next? Am I going to have to actually have to talk to a live person and tell them that some bozo threw a cigarette butt out his window?

Yes and yes. And, yes I did.

After all that effort on my part, Mr. Holier Than Thou Pius Hybrid Owner is going to be getting this in the mail, informing him that he's a litterbug.

I just hope he gets it the same day his car payment is due, Al Gore hits him up for a political donation - and his Prius battery dies an untimely death.

Epitaph

Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first-born man
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first-born man

Coast LED Dual Color Flashlight

Just in case anyone is looking for a great flashlight, I'd strongly advise you to take a look at this one. The Coast Dual Color LED has five white LEDs and one red LED, and it's the most useful flashlight I have ever owned and the only one I would recommend for travel. The white LEDs provide plenty of light for pretty much any situation, and the red LED is great for when you want to preserve your night vision, like when you are driving in the car and need to check directions. It's very light and compact, and uses three AAA batteries. Mine is still running strong on the original set after months of frequent use.

If you want to get really serious about it, there is a model that has a green and blue light as well, and models that have lasers that can be attached to your favorite pistol or assault weapon. The green light is supposed to be good for reading maps. My limited knowledge of firearms prevents me from commenting on how affective it would be for that purpose.

The Dual Color is available from Coast Cutlery.

Hälsningar, Sweden!

Low Rollin' is HUGE in Sweden.

Väldig!
Jättelik!
Jättestor!
Kolossal!
Himmelsvid!

And since Low Rollin' is, by definition, all about the low stakes and rollin' on the cheap, we present to our vast Swedish audience...

this

Tack så mycket!

God Save the Queen

Really, folks. Thanks for all of the concern, but me and the Queen are still on real good terms.

BloggerPod

Mac Poker

I'm registered to play in the BloggerPods2 freeroll, scheduled for Sunday, March 4th at 7pm EST on Full Tilt Poker.

Shuck 'em Up and Deal

That this is happening in the City of Greer - within sight of the Greer Police Department, no less - amuses me.

Serendipity

So, many moons ago I was playing some mid-afternoon poker and as is so often the case in the high-stakes world of $.25/.50 NL, some smack-talk was going down in the chat-box. On this day, it was because of the name of one of the players: GabeKapler. The screenname bore a striking resemblance to a major league baseball player by the name of... Gabe Kapler. The smack-talker kept after Kapler, quizzing him on how he could be online playing poker at this time of day - a gameday, no less. Kapler politely answered the guy's questions - and kept playing his game. Finally, Mr. Googler was satisfied that it was, indeed, Mr. Kapler - Boston Red Sox outfielder.

Which brings me to this morning's G-Vegas News, and the headline at the top of the sports page: Kapler Hired as Drive Manager. For the uninitiated, the Drive is our local minor league, single A baseball team, afiliated with the Boston Red Sox. The team is housed in a classy, mini-replica of Fenway Park. Complete with mini-Green Monster.

Welcome Back, Kapler