You know there was that whole foiled terror plot in Germany, and then blocked tracks in chinatown and an overturned truck on the max, and then the Lufthansa flights into PDX......not to go all mel gibson on you, but hmmmmmmmm......

The Wife™ and I are endlessly amused by people who collide with the MAX.

I mean, there they are, just moving along, minding their own business, when all of a sudden, this huge train that travels on well-known and observable rail tracks just jumps out and smacks 'em.

Our crass living-room comment whenever we hear that yet another MAX accident has occurred is "hey, the MAX won another one!". As we recall, MAX has an undisputed unbeaten record in these street throwdowns.

Another thing that mystifies us is the number of pedestrians that get hit by MAX. Like I said, it runs on tracks. It's also quite noisy. You can hear 'em coming! If you're going to walk across the tracks, how much brain does it take to look up and down the tracks and wait until the train has passed before you cross?

I don't get it.

Samuel John Klein,

I've been quietly reading your shit for god knows how long. You fancy yourself a goddamn Mark Twain living incognito but just as fucking witty, doncha? Oh, to be so amusedly mystified by the goings-on in this town.

Here's a fucking unsolicited tip: stop being a douchebag, talk some goddamn American, and let go of the dream of being a tenured professor of the obvious.

P.S. For as long as you think you're smarter than other people, you will never cease to be a knight of the douchesack.

You fancy yourself a goddamn Mark Twain living incognito but just as fucking witty, doncha?

Well, you're partially right.

If it's any consolation, Samuel, I enjoy your contributions, Knight of the Douchesack or not.

If it's any consolation, Samuel, I enjoy your contributions, Knight of the Douchesack or not.

Much obliged, Scott.

Actually, it's not all that bad...being accused of "fancying myself a Mark Twain" actually works out to be something of of compliment.

I also laughed when I realized that someone is accusing me of "fancying" something or other in one breath then yelling at me to "talk some goddamn American" in the next. Who says irony is dead?

You'll be feeling pretty fucking fancy when I metaphorically slap the fucking taste out of your mouth.

Thanks for the link. Rode the ole' BMX bike down and just viewed this crazy chaos. Interesting mess people tend to get themselves into.

...and Samuel John Klein, I justed added you to my RSS reading list. :) You Mark Twain fancy spancy you.

Thanks, Adron. I enjoy your 'blog. I'll try to keep mine entertaining.