Aug. 22nd, 2008
Friday roadkill report
Aug. 22nd, 2008 10:38 amAll gray -- one gray squirrel, one gray mouse-sized corpse. I didn't check the latter to decide between house mouse and shrew. A pitiful sum, anyway, but 'tis my own.
Got out before the forecast heat (all the way up to 80 F , which will, I'm sure, draw sneers from Tejano and Californian alike . . .) and surveyed the roads. Which get worse and worse with each round of heavy trucks. I rather wish that the road PTBs would reset load limits so as to have the interstate system equal to state roads, getting the heavier trucks back on the roads designed for them. Don't much care if they raise the interstate limit or lower the state and local limit . . .
15.26 miles, 1:05:20
Got out before the forecast heat (all the way up to 80 F , which will, I'm sure, draw sneers from Tejano and Californian alike . . .) and surveyed the roads. Which get worse and worse with each round of heavy trucks. I rather wish that the road PTBs would reset load limits so as to have the interstate system equal to state roads, getting the heavier trucks back on the roads designed for them. Don't much care if they raise the interstate limit or lower the state and local limit . . .
15.26 miles, 1:05:20
Okay, you can shrug at all the Nigerian Scam/Spanish Prisoner spam zipping around the email universe, figuring that each message costs nothing. So a return rate of suckers on the range of well under one in a million can earn(?) you a decent living.
But I got one in snail-mail this morning, from South Africa. Not the first time -- one a few years back actually came from Nigeria. That costs cold hard cash, which puts a whole new perspective on the odds. Proof that a significant percentage of the human race falls for those things . . .
But I got one in snail-mail this morning, from South Africa. Not the first time -- one a few years back actually came from Nigeria. That costs cold hard cash, which puts a whole new perspective on the odds. Proof that a significant percentage of the human race falls for those things . . .