Road Rage Displacement

That's the name of the affliction that I have. When I'm stuck in a traffic jam, I get mad. I don't really get mad at the situation that I'm in. Rather, I blame the people who caused the accident to begin with. This is me.

One time, it took me me a total of the 3 hours to get home from Oakland to Daly City! What caused it? On I-880 North, someone cut off a tanker truck that blocked off the freeway. Needless to say I was angry at the person who somehow caused this accident. By the time we got to site of the accident, I was pretty much sneering at the person who caused this mess. Man if my eyes could burn.

On another front, living in San Francisco exposes you to a lot of pedestrians who seem to jaywalk without even looking out for traffic. I'm sorry, but...WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?? Somewhere in my mind I entertain the notion of running some of them over just to teach them a lesson. To me the notion of this seems funny. Am I twisted? Don't answer that.

Don't get me started on rubberneckers.

Living in the Clouds

For those of you who haven't seen our new place, let me describe it to you. We live high on a large hill that can see well into the SF skyline or the Pacific. On one side, we're overlooking Guadalupe Canyon, a mountain pass that cuts through the San Bruno mountain. However, we've found that those clear days can be somewhat rare. Almost everyday, the days are very foggy. So foggy in fact, that you may run down a jogger or careen into the other lane if you weren't driving carefully.

What's funny is that when you leave the Top of the Hill, to places like South SF or even Brisbane, the places are sunny. Seems like where we live is where all the clouds hang out and don't seem to go anywhere else. It's like we're living in London or something. It's kind of a novelty, really. Of course, I might be losing my senses because I often forget that it's summer. Yes, it's that serious. Come on over and see for yourself. Bring a jacket while you're at it.