Saturday, October 31, 2009

Halloween, Critical Mass Commentary and Wendell Update....E

San Franciscoans take Halloween seriously!  Last night on my way home from work, I must have seen hundreds of people dressed up in costumes.  (This contrasts with just "mere" dozens I might see on a daily basis.)  There were Elvis's on bikes, men dressed as women, zombies in business suits...you name it, I saw it. 

What was most interesting to me was that the normal Joe or Jill on the sidewalk seemed to pay no attention.  I saw no laughs, no chuckles, no stares, no double take looks etc.  People seemed to take the costumes in stride like it was no big thing.  Folks in our office even got into the act.  Here is the guy we entrust with installing our most complex customers. 

It was pretty hard to not laugh when I sat down with him for a meeting.  He left the mask on...sort of hard to focus on the task at hand with a guy in a mask, leotards and WWF belt on.  Christine and I are looking forward to tonight...true Halloween.  This place will be more out of control than usual.

I am sure if this web site gets Google Spidered that I might get angry comments  for what I am about to write, but I don't care.  It needs to be said.

Last night, Christine and I had our first experience with a bicycle awareness event/group called Critical Mass.  Here is the website Critical Mass.  I am sure the idea started off with some sanity...but as usual in this country good things get coopted by knuckleheads.  In a nutshell, Critical Mass was started as an event to call awareness to cycling sharing the road with cars and safety.  The last Friday of every month, all over the world, thousands of cyclist ride en masse on preselected routes in major cities to draw attention.  Sounds good right?

As a safe, law abiding and avid cyclist, what I saw last night really pissed me off.  Thousands of riders purposely and unlawfully blocking intersections.  Cyclists were riding out in front of cars (who had the green light right of way) and standing in front of them.  There were jamochs riding on the wrong side of the road and riders smacking cars.  It was a critical mass of stupidity.

Critical Mass may have started with good intent.  However the shirtless idiots with mohawks and cans of beer in hand (yup...true) riding up the wrong side of the road are not doing anything more than making people more angry about cyclists.  I suspect the car driver who had a Critical Masser pounding on his hood last night will only be more agressive with guys like me and the hundrerds of thousands of other law abiding two wheelers the next time they see us on the road.  In fact, I doubt the majority of folks we saw last night are even true cyclists.  I suspect they are only participating because it is a way to hide in a crowd and cause a problem. 

Shame on Critical Mass organizers who have moved the right and noble intent from calling attention to cycling to a demonstration vehicle for dumb ass behaviour. 


Mr. Wendell Update!

Our handsome guy is back to 100%.  He is eating, running around the house and giving the ladies his "pick me up look" like normal.  One great byproduct of his surgery...his breath has totally improved.  Before, he really had a problem with nasty smelling breath...the operation has totally eliminated that. 


The next update, Ms. Pepper and Mr. Wendell on some city observations!





Wednesday, October 28, 2009

I was going to talk about Pepper....By Mr. Wendell


Whoa!

I was going to trash Ms. Princess Butt on today's blog.  Because she threw a major hissy fit last week at the vets. My mom took us in to get our nails done. 

Nails!  You would have thought Pepper was being water- boarded by terrorists the way she was yelping.  Clip.  Scream!  Clip.  Scream!

After her nails got clipped, the thermometer came out!   Pepper hates anyone looking at her butt, touching her butt, sniffing her butt or even thinking about her butt.  The thermometer is a tool for evil!  It took three people to hold her down, a muzzle and one whole person to try to pry her tail up so they could get her temperature.  The carrying on!  Drama.  Drama.  Drama.

I was going to tell you all this...but, I have my own story to tell.

This morning my mom bundled me up and took ME back to the vets office.  I was a little worried, but hey! my vet is a quite blonde chick...so I am thinking maybe she just needed a little more of my handsomeness and undeniable charm.  I am such a love machine.

Well, today was not a fun day for me.  My mom handed me over and then I got put into a cage.  There was a CAT in the cell next to me.  "What are you in for?" I asked.  The cat hissed "declawing and at least I will get out of here alive.  You may end up in a Cashew Chicken Dish if the vet makes a mistake"  Well, that pissed me off and I barked for the warden.

Well, the barking got some attention.  They took me in a room and popped out a big needle.  I was feeling guilty as I had pee'd on the throw rug the other night.   But I did not think that I would get capital punishment for a little urine.  In went the needle...

The next thing I remember, I woke up and my mouth hurt.  Apparently, when I went to the vet last week, she thought I needed four teeth removed because they were growing a little crookedly.  I laid there as high as a kite on pain killers for a while until my mom came to pick me up.  

I was so glad to see her.  She took me home and I have been laying around ever since.  Pepper even seemed to miss me.  

"What happened to you?" she asked.    "Thermometer, I grunted...a new kind of thermometer..it is your turn next week...."