Thumper Thinks Out Loud

• Tell me, in what world is it acceptable to throw french fries out the window of your pickup truck at someone riding a motorcycle?
  
• No, I was not the biker, just someone riding a few car lengths behind the biker.
  
• I did get a mean-streaked thrill when a bike cop coming in the other direction saw the french fries fly, and then whipped a U-turn, lights on.
  
• The Spouse Thingy also cannot comment on Typepad blogs; I can do it on my laptop from the library, so we have no idea what the problem is.
  
• My business email seems hosed, too. Or maybe its just the email client I'm using.
  
• Techoickiness.
  
• Library Bob shushed a librarian today. I wanted to laugh, but I was afraid she would hit me with her book.
  
• I need to find another place to work. I love the library, but it gets louder and louder, and if it's not oud, people seem to think they can talk to me.
  
• Well, ok, I don't really mind that so much, but it's not a productive use of my time.
  
• I want to win the lottery and then open an Office For Writers...someplace they can go to work away from home, where it feels like actually going to work.
  
• I'd even have a lounge, with a microwave and vending machine. And a coffee pot, even though I hate coffee.
  
• It would help if I actually bought lottery tickets.
  
• Dangit. Now I want french fries.