So I get in my car that is parked on a uneven loose dirt drive on a steeply inclined street. I start the engine, put the car in reverse and press the gas. No movement...hmmm...must be stuck or lodged on something....more gas, no movement. So I open my driver's side door and put my left foot on the ground and my hand on the top of the door. I swivel in my seat and rock the car back and forth. The car begins to move with me half in, half out and I try to
reach the brake...the car is moving too fast now...(this is where I don't know exactly what happened) somehow I get out of the moving car on my feet and watch as my car quickly accelerates down the steep incline through the house's thick wooden fence and down a 20-25 foot sharp grade *into* the house.
Fuck me.

Thankfully nobody was hurt and I walk away with a minor shin laceration and mildly sprained ankle.

The really funny part is that my alcoholic landlady did the *exact* same thing not more than 4 months ago...destroying $700 worth of fence and having to be winched out from the steep land above the house. I remember making fun of my landlady with Rachel..."What a fuckin' alcoholic retard she is...how could she *ever have done *that!*...well now a more humble me finally understands..."it can happen to
*anyone*."

Link for the accident pix

Dude, you should consider yourself lucky. I had a friend who had gone into a convenience store, with his dog still in the car while it was running. His dog, the stupid mutt, got so excited from seeing other people walk by the car, that it was hopping all over the driver's side seat. The animal somehow managed to bump the gear shift, which caused the car to go into reverse- while my friend was totally oblivious to it, looking for a Diet Coke.

The car, under its own idling power, went all the way through the parking lot, over the curb, across the small patch of grass and right out into the road.

WHAMMO!

Somehow the stupid, mangy mutt managed to survive the ordeal, but car was obliterated when an eighteen-wheeler broadsided it.

Talk about your stupid pet tricks, eh?

I know your car got totalled, but if no one got hurt you really did get the better end of the stick.

...though I suspect that your pride took one hell of a beating.

That's just karma's way off paying you back for owning a dog and drinking diet coke.

Doesn't equal Hydra's but:

We had some builders in replacing a window sill and they had left nails everywhere. I thought I'd cleared them all up but yesterday I found another. I didn't feel it as it first entered the sole of my bare foot between the big toe and the next one (index toe?), but as I stepped down into the kitchen I put all my weight on the toe of that foot and drove it right in.

Considering the size of the wound, there was a lot of blood.

Kradlum, I do not recommend the tetanus shot that is combined with a diptheria vaccine.

Trust me.

omg all, what have you done to deserve this? Glad you are relatively well, both Hydra and Kradlum

Man! My day has been relatively tame, by comparison (knocks on pine).

Started off cleaning the apartment (vaccuming, dust, dishes, bathroom). Stopped for a coffee break then answered email.

Yup. Pretty tame.

I fell asleep in my bathtub. Just woke up a couple of minutes ago.

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Somehow the stupid, mangy mutt managed to survive the ordeal, but car was obliterated when an eighteen-wheeler broadsided it...
Talk about your stupid pet tricks, eh?

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i'm not sure i understand how the dog is stupid, or at fault. come now, it's clear that the human is the far stupider species here for leaving a dog unattended in a running vehicle.
astounding negligence. bravo.

Dog did a great job of getting owner's attention.

"Hey! You're leaving??!! Hey! Doggy here! HEY!! Come back! Doggy ruv you! Hmm, I wonder what this press-downy looking thing does..."

Well, this is a story told to me about a patient my little stepsister had to deal with (she drives ambulances). This lady had put her SUV into park on an incline and gotten out, probably to walk to a mailbox or something. For whatever reason the SUV starts to roll down the hill, so the lady in a panic runs up to the driver's side door, opens the door, to try and pull the handbrake or get in to hit the footbreak, but fucks it up and falls under the vehicle. That's right, she ran herself over. Amazingly she lived through the ordeal: the tire rolled over her chest, cracking some ribs and popping one breast implant out of the breast and up into her shoulder. Apparently the X-rays were pretty bizarre looking.

So please remember, it is entirely possible to run yourself over, and generally not a good idea to try and stop an out of control vehicle unless you got skills like Jackie Chan. Or extra padding.

Was awoken by my landlady at 9:30 PST (was up till about 4:40am...couldn't sleep despite a double dose of Mianserin), who frantically is telling me through my closed door that she forgot that she has to teach a reiki class in SF and can I watch her 3 dogs for the day. I was naked, got dressed, said sure, and went into the main house to make phone calls (primarily to arrange a rental car for tomarrow and call some family and friends). She's going to let me watch the super bowl on her TV today while she's gone and drink some rum. Now I'm watching live coverage of round 7 of the Bermuda International chess tournament via live internet feed on ICC.

Wow, nothing that eventful out here in Eugene. Got up late, made coffee and did some more research to keep my university from defunding my magazine. We've got til thursday to convince them that what they are doing is an illegal violation of the 1st amedement. Our appeal is on thursday so heres to hoping.

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I fell asleep in my bathtub. Just woke up a couple of minutes ago.

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No notes about kidneys or anything like that was there?

Luckily not. The water was too hot for that!

So there's this cute, short-haired redhead who's been coming into the store these last few months. Works at Applebee's (like a TGI Friday's knock-off). I've been drooling over her since I first saw her.

Today, when she pulled up to pump some gas, I resolved to give her my phone number (something that I feel is a HUGE risk while being on the job). Naturally, she paid for her gas at the pump with a debit card and didn't come into the store.

So I pretty much kicked myself all night long about it, fairly disappointed and chagrined that the ONE time I get the balls to make an advance at her, she decides to break form and not come into the store.

The rest of the night was fucking dead due to the fact that nearly everyone in the city was at home watching the Superbowl.

At around 9:30, just before I close my shift, her roommate comes in. I give the roommate my number and ask her to pass it along to la objecte de mon affectionnes. "Sure. Not a problem," she says and promptly leaves.

So at 10:15, when I'm done with my closing duties and am shootin' the shit with my relief co-worker, guess who comes strolling in wearing her pyjamas?

"I gave your roommate my phone number and asked her to pass it on to you. I'd really like to hear from you sometime soon."

"Uh. Okay. Sure," she says with a somewhat bewildered look on her face.

"Right. Welpers, I'm off! See ya, Andy (my co-worker)! Have a good, safe night!"

So, yeah. I gave my number to a chick that I think might possibly be worth my time. That is what happened to me today.

....and now that I've told the world about this, nothing will probably come of it except a great deal of embarrassment and awkward, silent moments every time she comes in to buy smokes.

I hereby invoke Murphy's Law: Do your worst, beyotch!

Good luck, NS. You're a braver man than I.

I've always had a firm belief in taking an opportunity when you see it- particularly with women. This usually translates into me being forward enough to at least verbalize my attraction to/interest in a woman. Of course, I'm just as shy as the next person, but I DO try to take a few risks now and then. Mostly, though, my biggest internal conflicts arise from my professional ethos vs. my desire to be happy. At some point, though, a guy's just gotta take a leap of faith and hope for the best.

"I miss 100% of the shots I don't take." - Wayne Gretzky

That's one of my favorite quotes, ever. Is it any wonder that I'd learned it from an ex-girlfriend with whom I had a good relationship? And in the past few years I've been making some serious headway on trying to remember it when I see something I really think might be good for me.

Thanks for wishing me good luck. While I hope she'll eventually call me, I don't seriously expect that she will. But I did my part and the ball's now in her court. If anything noteworthy happens, I'll pipe up.

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Thanks for wishing me good luck. While I _hope_ she'll eventuall call me, I don't seriously expect that she will. But I did my part and the ball's now in her court. If anything noteworthy happens, I'll pipe up.

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Good luck. Unfortunately the ball is still in your court. You're probably going to have to do some serious charming before she calls you.

Lots of smiles whenever she comes in, and don't mention the phone number for a while. You want to make her feel comfortable and don't pressure her in anyway to call you. After a couple of weeks, consider asking her out for something casual, like a cup of coffee.

I really feel sorry for guys when it comes to dating. The rejection bit must really suck.

Oh, after the fourth or so and onwards, one can hardly feel the ice-cold burning gut-stabs anymore...
Ouch.