Finally drove myself to and from work, after about six weeks of carpooling. Without incident! Zat felt gooood!
And used my remaining vision insurance for this calendar year to have a set of Ray Ban black eyeglasses made, with Anti-Reflective Coating (but…grrr…I didn’t feel like spending the extra for photochromic treatment in addition to the AR coating). So, I’ll use my photochromic (“Transition”-style, although Transition is just one company of many nowadays who makes photochromic lens treatments) glasses for everyday use, and keep the anti-reflective ones in the car for use during the dark months.
They look kind of dorky, like Vincent in Color of Money, but just black frames, you know, like the kids were wearing. They’re fine! Do they blow my mind? Dunno. But they’re fine.
That will be handy now that it’s plenty dark during my early morning commute and I get bothered by headlights and stuff. Bothered as in Chris Walken in Annie Hall? No, no imp of the perverse. Just they annoy me, headlights. Mind you, I never, ever drive without my own headlights on, regardless of time of day, but I’m not some dillweed with idiot stupid sucky headlights.
Hey @DAV…I’m sort of shopping around for either some sneakers/trail runners or comfortable loafers. If you feel like it, can you tell me the make/model of your loafers from your picture from recent? That’s something I could definitely wear around town after work, change out of the heavy steel toes, give my feet a rest.
Oh, and as I mentioned in the Computer Machine Gadget thread, I received a new duplicate of my old notebook, popped in the SSD from my broken one, and everything is just aces. From opening up the box of the new one, to exposing the mobo, it couldn’t have taken ten minutes since I opened my door to grab the package to firing the new one up with all my stuff on it.
I’m fast with a knife! Like Salozzo The Turk! And with a screwdriver! What can I say? Don’t have the icepick down, but small knives, tiny screwdrivers, plastic spudges? Oh yeah.
AND one of the drivers actually said he enjoyed my dice slang call outs…I think only a few people get those. And this was one of the more obscure ones: “We’re counting down from five, fever! Five minutes!”