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Friday, May 11th, 2007
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8:38a - They're a-peeling him off the sidewalk.
For the second consecutive day, I've witnessed a vehicle almost running over someone who can't seem to understand that he shouldn't be crossing Bank St. and Laurier Ave. while the turn signal is on (and the crossing panel not yet lit). Brakes are slammed hard, because most drivers tend to give it some gas when they see the turn signal beckoning 'em in the distance. This morning's imprudent jerk gave the motorist the finger as he reached the relative safety of the sidewalk, not even questioning whether he might have been at fault. A quick glance at the lights would have shed.. err.. light, on the situation.
Conclusion: road entitlement leads to chaos.
PS: The signalization changed recently on that particular intersection because of the construction. That might explain why people are recklessly crossing the street as soon as the green on Bank St turns red, 'cause that's how the lights worked before. That's not an excuse not to be paying attention to one's surroundings. Signal sequence isn't set in stone, etc.
current mood:  discontent (3 comments |comment on this)
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1:51p - The Origin Story
I don't want to jump to any ludicrous conclusions... but I think the contaminated water has altered my once average physique. You see, my legs have become stiff and solid, like pillars sculpted in eternal stone.
Some would use this blessing as a tool of domination and destruction. How could the world resist a man whose legs cannot break, with limbs that will not bend to external pressure? Fear not, normals, for I am gentle beneath my powerful exterior. In unambitious fashion, I opt to exploit my freshly acquired superpowers for the greater good of ordinaries.
Marc-André the Commoner is dead and forgotten, and reborn anew as a Superbeing of biblical proportions. From now on, I shall be know as... MARC-ANBÉQUILLE. With my non-articulated legs of steel, I (slowly) limp to the aid of those in need!
PS: Although I might appear invulnerable to the uninformed prole, I actually have a few terrible weaknesses. For instance, I can be tripped up or pushed down stairwells, both attacks which I am defenseless against. Treading through snow and mud is also hampered.
Hopefully, a useful sidekick (perhaps in the form of a walker, or snow plow) will eventually join me in my numerous adventures.
current mood: resolute (1 comment |comment on this)
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