Country Roads, Bring Me Home…

Well this is the last backdated entry for this Thanksgiving season. The next Entry will resume regular posting of Entries and… stuff. Whatever. We’re currently on the Thru-way, cruising along at… well I’d say we’re doing at least 70. I can’t see the odometer because I’m in the back row of the Minivan, directly behind the driver, but we’re defiantly doing more than 65, and less than 75, since I can tell what 65 feels like, and this is not it… but we are still getting passed every so often. Anyhow… yesh…

I’ve got the “Punky” Genre of my WMP Library running… which really has nothing to do with Punk at all. It’s just the hardest stuff I’ve got… which isn’t all that hard at all. I got all my Evanescence in this Playlist, some Cranberries, Eve 6, Everclear and REM, and a track or two each by Nickleback, Smash Mouth, the Beastie Boys, Stroke 9, Third Eye Blind, Three Doors Down, Blink 182, and Tina Turner… how Tina Turner got in here I’m not sure… I need to get more Eve 6. Meh… I don’t know jack about genres… I just know what I like, and more often than not when it comes to harder music, I like one track by a given artist, and hate the rest so… whatever… I used to have my Cake on here too… I guess I decided they weren’t Punky anymore… and every time I hear Punky, or think Punky, I think of Punky Brewster, so you can completely disregard this entire paragraph if you so desire.

There’s really not much to say, but I’ve got nothing better to do now that I’ve proofread the previous three entries, and besides I enjoy the fact that I can both impress and annoy my parents with occasional bouts of hyper speed typing that just come out of no place and prompt my father to ask if I was typing words or playing a video game. To which I can proudly proclaim that I was indeed typing… and then that gves me plenty to do proofreading my own personally awful spelling, and gong back and putting in all the ‘i’s that refuse to show up when I type quickly cause the key is shot. In good news, the thing about the n key earlier, was a false alarm… right… and while I was typing that… we’ve managed to get into gridlock… Oh delight… a tow truck just drove by in the shoulder…

My father’s got the CB radio out to listen for any info on what’s going on, and we are amusing ourselves watching some idiot who’s seen the gridlock, trying to back… well back up the onramp to wherever he came from. Idiot… we’re going to watch a crash… it’s only a matter of time till this idiot crashes, and it’s not like we’re going anyplace… I don’t believe this… wow… oh… we’re moving… delight… ok, so now we are past the onramp… and the people coming up the onramp are trying to merge with us, except the assholes driving on the shoulder. They’re gonna get in up ahead of us… we’re already ON this road!!! Right of way laws people. Someone a little further up in traffic is blowing bubbles out the window. Anything for amusement in a gridlock I guess. And the dude trying to merge in with us at the moment is driving with one hand and one knee…. Oh and the only thing on the CB is a dude saying “Move the van! Move the Van!!!”

Father just told my mother that we were “Gonna get hit by a bubble” but she heard “Volvo” instead of “Bubble” and panicked a bit. I find that funnier than I should… but, anything for amusement in a gridlock. The second tow truck we’ve seen has just gone by, and two old ladies decided to stop and switch drivers on the thruway in gridlock, allowing us to pull in front of them, while they were STOPPED… I mean this is gridlock but it’s slowly rolling gridlock, not stopped gridlock, except the two old ladies doing the Chinese fire drill, they’re stopped… It muse be a full moon because there’s got to be over 100 years of driving experience between the two of them and they’re still acting like fools.

Oh the Bubble person… remember the bubble person? We’re parallel to her now, and she’s also driving. I guess that’s better than getting out of your car on the Thru-way, but my father says the bubble lady is worse. (“I want a knuckle sandwich with French Fries” says a fellow on the CB… I’ll have to ask Hairfish if that means anything.) Mom is musing about the penalties of driving under the influence of bubbles, and my brother is pretty certain she’s under the influence of things other than Bubbles. I think she’s old enough to be a very old Hippie… especially given her bumper stickers…

Hmm… back up to about 30 mph, and we just passed a dude who looked a bit like a friend of mine’s BF Lee. Odd. I’ll have to talk to her when I get back to school and see if it was him. Slowing to a crawl again, the bubble lady seems to have given up now that the speed is back up to notch, there’s a Vermont Car with far to many bumper stickers passing us on the right… and I see flashing tow truck lights… whatever it is that’s been causing this is not to far ahead now…

Well what do you know… it’s a Van. Bet that’s what the dude on the CB was complaining about. (“Move the Van! Move the Van!!!”) Right then…. No… hang on… it’s slowing down again!!! What’s with this… Meffle. Is there ANOTHER accident? All I see is a long progression of tail lights round the slowly curing highway and off into the trees. Fallen Rock Zone. Maybe a Rock fell? Can you tell I’ve slipped into a stream of conciseness piece here? That’s the benefit of a laptop on a long trip. Crank out the tunes and let your fingers keep you entertained with the shit that just spills out of them when they are let to their own devices.

My father has given up on the CB, and put on the am radio station for the Thru-way. It’s informing us that due to the Holiday volume we should be on the look out for slow or stopped traffic, and due to the ran we should be on the look out for puddles of standing water. Well that’s a great big DUH. Meffle… whatever the gridlock has effectively dissipated, and we’re cruising along the Thruway at… well I’d say we’re doing at least 70. I can’t see the odometer because I’m in the back row of the Minivan, directly behind the driver, but we’re defiantly doing more than 65, and less than 75, since I can tell what 65 feels like, and this is not it… but we are still getting passed every so often.

8^)

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