Would you like that? Would you like to ride with Batman?

01-AUG-2008 02:41
I dreamt, last night, that I was Batman.  And there was some strange shit, like me playing soccer with some kids.  But near the end, I was Bruce Wayne and at home, and there was a knock on the door.  I opened it, and there were some heavies, clearly looking to start shit.  So I threw the door wide and kicked at the lead one.

And then I woke up, because I just kicked the wall as hard as I could.

This is a good segue into this story about some Canadian guy stabbing the kid next to him on the bus.  To death.  Lacy and I were talking about what we would do in the presence of a knife-wielding maniac.

Lacy's take was fairly straightforward.  Rush him.  Lacy's screennames have evoked superheroes such as Wonder Woman, so... it's not unexpected.

Me, I'm a more pragmatic [read: cowardly] sort...

[00:51:43] Lacy: I dunno man, I think in situations like that people should be able to do something.
[00:51:47] Lacy: One man with a knife...
[00:51:52] Lacy: versus fifty or so passengers?
[00:51:58] Lacy: I mean, c'mon.
[00:52:04] EGo: Sure, I'd like to think I'd do something...
[00:52:14] EGo: But realistically, I lack the bravery.
[00:54:57] Lacy: I dunno, have you ever been in a situation anything like that?
[00:55:02] EGo: No.
[00:55:05] Lacy: Even just having to run and get help for any reason?
[00:55:19] EGo: I've watched a truck go amok on the highway.
[00:55:30] EGo: And I ran up and helped the people in the cars he hit.
[00:55:35] EGo: But that's entirely different.
[00:56:07] EGo: That is a relatively calm situation wherein I am not personally threatened.
[00:56:35] Lacy: What do you mean?
[00:56:40] Lacy: I think it's similiar.
[00:56:47] EGo: I mean the truck had gone past, wrecking these cars.
[00:57:04] EGo: By the time I got to them, it's not like the big rig is going to pull a U-turn and come back.
[00:57:13] Lacy: True.
[00:57:15] Lacy: When was this?
[00:57:21] EGo: When I worke? at BMS.
[00:57:34] EGo: Some guys and I went down Rt.1 a bit for lunch.
[00:58:00] EGo: We walked out of the place and some of us started to smoke, so we were standing there when there was a crash
[00:58:11] EGo: We look over to the highway, and a truck had slammed into a car.
[00:58:14] EGo: And kept going...
[00:58:18] EGo: Into other cars.
[00:58:42] EGo: I think eventually he scraped against the concrete barrier to a stop.
[00:58:45] EGo: He was asleep.
[00:59:34] Lacy: Jesus.
[00:59:41] Lacy: DRINK MOAR CALFINEE
[00:59:42] EGo: No one was seriously hurt.
[00:59:46] EGo: Thankfully.
[00:59:49] Lacy: Yes.
[00:59:57] EGo: Cars were well smashed, though.
[00:59:58] Lacy: But still--you booked it out to see if people needed help.
[01:00:11] EGo: Yep, got the 911 on it, too.
[01:00:23] Lacy: So, still.
[01:00:36] Lacy: Not the same as stopping someone with a knife, but good enough.
[01:00:42] EGo: I would run and get help, but faced with a knife guy...
[01:01:08] EGo: I'd run and get others, probably.
[01:01:18] Lacy: What if I was there and I tried to stop him?
[01:01:21] Lacy: I bet you'd help.
[01:01:24] EGo: Maybe if someone else rushed him first, I'd help, but...
[01:01:28] EGo: See, I was typing that.
[01:02:01] EGo: But being the first to jump in there, not so much.
[01:02:01] Lacy: Yeah.  Exactly.
[01:02:06] Lacy: Then you can be hero by proxy.
[01:02:20] EGo: Yay, proxy.
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Hello, good citizen.  My name is not Batman.

Oh, velocity girl, I can't keep up with you.

17-AUG-2008 16:57
Couple of Christmases ago, when I was still involved with Odette, she gave me a small glass angel.  I just accidentally knocked it off my desk, snapping a wing and its halo.  It bothers me... and then it bothers me more because it shouldn't bother me.

But, as you all should know by now, I have a hard time letting go. Of anything.

Alone at last, just nostalgia and I.  We were sure to have a blast.

28-AUG-2008 03:56
As most might know, I'm currently driving across the country with Lacy.  She's keeping her own record. We've made it about two hundred miles in a week.  Not far, but then, we have no real schedule.  I imagine this is how the rest of the trip's going to go: we know where we are, and we have a vague idea of where we'll be tomorrow.  If it were me alone, I wouldn't have either, I'm sure.  Which is, I guess, both good and bad.

I've never brought this up with Lacy, and I suppose this is my passive-aggressive way of doing so.  Scratch the aggressive.  Our reasons for this trip... I don't think are the same.  When originally tabled, it seemed it was a last hurrah, a trip across the country before she moved to California [indeed, it was to get her car to California].  Over time, for her, it seems to have evolved [or devolved] into just meeting up with whomever and seeing the sites Weird [insert state here] would review, which I really have no interest in.

For me... well, I've seen too many road movies and read Into the Wild a few too many times.  This is more about self-discovery for me.  Self-realization.  Shit, that sounds too new-age-y.  Who I am, who I want to be, what I've done, and how I can get past it.  Well, now it just sounds emo.  Am I emo?  I certainly was in college.  Maybe I am now.  Maybe that's just who I am.

As a Guitar Hero loading screen attests, "It all comes out on the road."  What have I found, so far, on this trip?  My acquaintances are just that, and I never had any closer friends than the ones I had when I was young.

But there are a few intersections between Lacy's route and mine: one of them comes tomorrow.  I figured I should be sober for it, but she said I should be social, and those two tend to be mutually exclusive.

I'd buy you lemonade right now, if you were here.

30-AUG-2008 02:06
There is no resolution.  Carrie is still cute as hell, and as liberal as she is cute.  And while I am not... either, I seem to do fine with people as long as we keep off politics and religion.  Isn't that supposed to be the "polite" thing to do, anyway?  Doesn't seem to be working here.  Maybe it's the DNC going on, but every conversation takes a short stop at discomfort before plowing right into anger.

Fuck this.

It's becoming less of a joke that one of us isn't making it home from this trip.