Is There A Shuttle Bus?

There's already a bunch of handicap parking spaces that're always empty, and now we have a whole new section devoted to those who choose to waddle and take baby steps???
Photo from The Rim™

On the same subject, has anyone else noticed that a ridiculous number of Home Depot slots are handicapped?
Are you seriously telling me that people with infirmaties are loading up a pallet or two of shingles, then climbing up a ladder to re-roof their homes?
Of ALL the places that could get away with 3 handi-spots versus the 87 they actually have, it's Home Depot and Lowe's.

Take 3: I have always wondered why able-bodied men avoid using the big restroom stalls.
As far as I know there isn't a law against it.
No "Potty Cops" writing tickets.
First come, first served in my book.
They are there as a convenience/requirement, but aren't reserved on an exclusive basis.
Considering that the chances of seeing someone in a wheelchair in any given place of business amounts to far less than 1% yet the big stalls account for 33% on average, I say that they are fair game when you have to piss.

It's no great hardship to wait your turn like everybody else (mainstreaming?!) especially when you get to sit in your chair instead of having to lean against the wall trying to avoid eye contact.


Look, I "get it".
We have had fantastic progress over the last 20 years making the USA an easier place for the less fortunate to enjoy.
When I think of how bad it was when I was a kid for my friends in wheelchairs to get around, I can't help but feel proud of the Americans with Disabilities Act.

But where does it end?
I can't help but think that we've gone full-circle and are discriminating against the rest of us now.
Are reparations next?

Now that the health care bill has passed, is the government going to give everyone magic titanium legs so I can park within a quarter mile of the fucking doors again?

Pet Peeve Of Thousands

To get you up to speed, Strobist is a blog that teaches using small flashes off camera.
Not "hot" lights (continuous lights), not stage lights, not the sun, not lightning, not the little pop-up flash cameras come with, not bigger flashes mounted on the hotshoe or a bracket, but flash units off-camera.
You can also use any or all of the above, too, but without at least one flash used intelligently a photo can't be an example of Strobistry

The Strobist blog is a huge presence on the web, generating well over 100,000 hits every day.
The Strobist Flickr Group is an integral part of the whole operation, and boasts over 60,000 members. It's how we all participate and share and discuss.

Naturally, with over 60,000 people in one group there are bound to be more than a few douchebags and morons. I don't envy the moderators one bit.
For example, one of the only rules of the group is that ALL photos posted to the pool have specific lighting details provided such as flash placement, modifiers, and how the lights were triggered--this is so we can learn from each other without having to shoot messages around or ask questions.

I think the only other rule is that all photos must use off-camera flash in some way.
This falls under the category of Duh!
But every few days you'll see something like the picture above.
This time it's stage lights (shot with a fucking iPhone at that!) but it's often lightning or the moon or some other light source that the jackoff is convinced deserves a pass because it's so freaking cool.
I specialize in using all kinds of interesting light sources, but unless one of them is flash I resist the urge to "share" with the Strobist group.
There are probably a hundred groups devoted to concert photos, and likely dozens for lightning or the moon, but these people insist on polluting the Strobist pool with innappropriate shit.
Reminds me of Bill Murray biting the Baby Ruth bar in CaddyShack.

Makes even more work for the mods and admins and pisses a huge number of members off, but it never ends.
You want to bitch them out, but on the other hand it's kind of fun to try and catch these dillholes before their turds get scooped out of the pool.
I'm tempted to make this an ongoing series--venting makes me feel better.

Then there's the title: Rock Star
Some obscure 22 year old twat who joined Simple Minds for the latest tour 3 months ago is definitely NOT a Rock Star.
And neither is the dude with the bad hair who wrote and sang their only hit song a bajillion years ago and is now riding a wave of nostalgia trying to squeeze a few more euros out of The Breakfast Club movie.

Remember Don't You Forget About Me?
Despite their plea, I was more than happy to forget about Simple Minds.

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The Correct Amount Of Pee

Compare and contrast from this post in August.
I take full credit for getting this fixed.

As your intrepid shitcan advert watchdog, it falls on my shoulders to make sure that offensive typos don't ruin your pissing experience.

Thank me with beers so we can keep this project going...

Extra Pee

Typos are one thing, but for ad copy with a major gaffe to make it to print and then get used is not acceptable.


It's just a coincidence that two photos in a row include urinals.
I'm not some creepy guy with a camera hanging around the men's rooms all over town.
Both of these were in bars across the street from each other (another coincidence--like gold, comedy is where you find it) on Broadway.
Last week's was taken after closing, while today's was caught before they opened.

Potty Humor

I didn't put that bumper sticker in the urinal, but I would have given the chance.

What I also like is the classic additions of a cigarette butt and a wad of gum.
Perfectly authentic, and thankfully there's no barf.
On this particular night the odds weren't good that any toilet in the building would survive without getting some.
I got lucky.