mizarchivist

So, the legislature is voting to repeal that bit of law that doesn't allow out of state couples to marry. The rule was established to keep different color skinned people from gasp! get married almost 100 years ago and keeps same sex couples from other states from marrying now. If you'd like to email your representative, you can do so via the Mass. Gay & Lesbian Political Caucus tool.

In other news, because of the likelihood of needing to be bussed between Kendall and Park St, I decided not to leave my motorcycle at Alewife, but come all the way in. Even if I'd not made that decision, I'd still have been spitting mad. The rant:

Scene: Rt. 2, southbound- not crested the hill yet. I'm in the slow lane. There's a truck several yards ahead of me in the middle, and clueless station wagon in the fast lane. She moves behind the truck (uses her directional and everything) and does that wavery thing where she seems like maybe possibly will just keep going to the far right. I'm watching... waiting.... wait a little longer, and she's still sticking to the middle. I had been holding back because it felt like one of those "go all the way across" moments. No? OK! I go faster just as she decides now is a good time to take over my lane. When I'm somewhat using that space. My horn is inadequate to real anger. Much too polite and quiet. I hold it down for a solid 7 seconds, or however long it took for her to notice me and start moving back behind that truck.
oh my god. So mad. I had room to scoot to the median. I am very very defensive in riding. I like to have my backup plan. I was still gesticulating and spitting mad when a hyuge white SUV pulls up next to me (I'm still in the slow lane- they had to get there via fast lane) and the driver and passenger gesture the universal "are you ok?" motion. I fear I was still so mad that I couldn't stop long enough to realize this wasn't the same car that nearly ran me off the road. DIdn't flip them off, but it was clear I was not pleased.... of course I still feel badly for not being able to differentiate between stupid lady in smaller car and this one. Sigh. I lose myself in traffic so I don't have to accidentially make eye contact with the second car.

This incident almost erased my feeling of smug at being able to fill up my tank for 7 bucks. Never mind the fact that it would have been 3-4 dollars last year. I also managed to go to 87 miles before refilling- I've gone past 90 before, but I've also gone to reserve at 85. Still- that's pretty sweet.

Follow up to Dr. Horrible- I finally got audio. Huge love. I will need to watch that again soon. Part 1 is, in fact, just over 13 minutes.