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The unofficial national holiday

Ban football.

February 5, 2006 at 7:48 p.m. ( | suggest removal )

Hot for Teacher

"I've got my PENCIL. Give me somethin' to write on!" Yikes.

January 27, 2006 at 1:05 p.m. ( | suggest removal )

Hanson -- 11/22/05 at Liberty Hall Cinema

u morun, u kin by them write hear . look abuv at "tickets." after u go spend $31 dollers to c Hanson at library hall, maybe u kan spend sum tyme studying upp in en actual liberry. u thinc?

November 22, 2005 at 2:58 p.m. ( | suggest removal )

Ghosts of businesses past

time to leave, folks.

November 18, 2005 at 10:18 p.m. ( | suggest removal )

Get Rich or Die Tryin'

word 'em up.

November 18, 2005 at 10:14 p.m. ( | suggest removal )

Ghosts of businesses past

Yeah, Banacaworld was so cool . . .

November 16, 2005 at 11:43 p.m. ( | suggest removal )

Responses to Personal Ads: Ayn Rand

What r books? Me like Fox News and reality TV.

November 8, 2005 at 12:02 a.m. ( | suggest removal )

The Turn Signal Rant

Aside from lack of common courtesy and decorum regarding people who refuse to use turn signals, here's some other things that often make me chuckle or groan when driving in this town:

1. Stoplights. I've never seen such production when the light turns green. People inch forward and forward as the light glows red, and upon green, they blast forward, tires sqealing, in an effort to leave the person in the parallel lane in the dust. I realize that this happens everywhere, but due to the fact that Lawrence is much smaller than other places I've lived, I'm more in tune with it here. I used to think that it was just hypermasculine dudes in gigantic trucks or--on the contrary--min-trucks with tinted windows, but I've also noticed soccer moms in brand new minivans leaving the stoplight as if they're a NASCAR driver. It's funny, because my car is 15 years old, and isn't one to attract drag racers, yet I often find myself next to Speedy Gonzales. It's gotten to where I stare straight ahead at the stoplight, never make eye contact with the car next to me, and always let them blow by me when the light turns green. I hope that this displays my unwillingness to race down Bob Billings or Clinton Parkway. Does it have something to do with the more open spaces on the west side of town, intermingled with the quiet desperation of the housing divisions?

2. The left lane used as the slow lane . . . no explanation neccessary.

3. The tailgater. As I said, my car is 15 years old, but it still moves fairly quickly when it needs to do so. Yet, I've run into this in town as much as I have on K-10 or I-70 . . . I'm going the speed limit, or even 4 or 5 miles over, and yet someone has to consitently be 5 inches from my ass. What is crazy is when Speedy has the fast lane to pass in, but they refuse to do so. Does anyone remember the hit video game in the '80s called Spy Hunter? I've often wanted to be like the spy car, which has the abilty to oilslick or smokescreen the trailing enemy off the road.

I could go on, but I'll stop here. Let's regress (progress) back to horses and wagons; cars often bring out the worst elements of the human condition.

July 14, 2005 at 12:55 p.m. ( | suggest removal )

The Turn Signal Rant

I've lived in many places, and Lawrence contains, by far, the worst drivers I've ever seen. In my opinion, people from the East and West both drive with more manners and respect for each other than they do here. It probably has to do with the fact that 3 out of 4 drivers are 18-20, yakking on cell phone, playing with their palm pilots, and parading a funny yellow tag from their rearview mirrors. And these, quite often, are the people whizzing in and out of traffic without signaling. It's quite ironic, in this age of convenience, that it isn't convenient enough to flip the lever up or down . . .

For God's sake, keep the damn turn signals.

July 13, 2005 at 5:31 p.m. ( | suggest removal )