Three unrelated things
Jan. 29th, 2009 12:01 am1. Today I got caught in Noah's own rainstorm on my way to Wal-Mart. Forget raining cats and dogs; this was more like elephants and hippos. If I hadn't been less than a mile from my exit on the interstate when it really started coming down, I seriously think I would've had to pull off on the shoulder and wait it out. My windshield wipers were not touching this thing.
2. I've started occasionally listening to NPR while driving--it's the closest mainstream radio comes to my musical tastes, which can pretty much be summed up with "obscure"--and I've noticed something. Despite the fact that it broadcasts from the UT campus, the only place in town where I get static on the station is...on the UT campus. I don't understand this at all.
3. Driving home today, I was listening to All Things Considered, and in addition to hearing all the doom and gloom about the worsening economy, I learned that now is apparently the best time ever to buy real estate in California. Now I wanna go out west and buy a house and be a beach bum or something. (I do realize those last two things are not particuarly compatible, but this is fantasyland. Work with me. Hey, if it's my fantasy, then I won't even get sunburnt during my first five minutes on said beach!)
2. I've started occasionally listening to NPR while driving--it's the closest mainstream radio comes to my musical tastes, which can pretty much be summed up with "obscure"--and I've noticed something. Despite the fact that it broadcasts from the UT campus, the only place in town where I get static on the station is...on the UT campus. I don't understand this at all.
3. Driving home today, I was listening to All Things Considered, and in addition to hearing all the doom and gloom about the worsening economy, I learned that now is apparently the best time ever to buy real estate in California. Now I wanna go out west and buy a house and be a beach bum or something. (I do realize those last two things are not particuarly compatible, but this is fantasyland. Work with me. Hey, if it's my fantasy, then I won't even get sunburnt during my first five minutes on said beach!)