In Which the Universe Attempts Symmetry · 7:16pm Jul 17th, 2020
Hello readers! Bit of an update here! You may have noticed that like last week I was a bit silent this week, despite not having made any plans in that direction. And, well, you’re right. I was planning on posting more this week. And starting Alpha Feedback response for Axtara – Banking and Finance. And finishing my Jungle reread so that work could begin in earnest on Starforge.
So what happened? Well … my ribs happened. Or rather, idiot teenagers happened to my ribs.
So here’s the breakdown: On Monday, after I’d finished this week’s Being a Better Writer and done a little bit of prework on Starforge, I decided to go out for a nice spot of exercise (trying to stay healthy) on my bike and ride down the local trail near my home. This went wonderfully until …
See, this trail has underpasses. It flows beneath several roads, highways, and railways, so in each case it dips down like one would expect, those using the trail emerging on the other side into the sun once more.
No one expects a teenager to fall on them during this process.
See, these teenagers, in one of the more pure examples of how teenagers can be complete idiots, had decided it would be fun to climb up atop one of these overpasses and then drop down onto the trail.
Without looking to see if anyone was coming. Into the lane of the trail where no one would be able to see them dropping down.
Isn't it so encouraging to know that there are people out there trying to reduce the voting age to 16?
That is, frankly, amazingly unlucky and bizarre. That's some Dresden Files entropy curse type stuff.
Glad to see you're on-the-mend, at least. Feel better soon.
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Monday's experience for me, then, is a sterling example of "Please no" and "We must already have teens in politics."
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I stated on Facebook that I feel like a lightning rod for other people's stupid decisions sometimes. They make them, I suffer for it.
Ouch. Hope things continue to improve rapidly. And make sure no one painted a bullseye on the top of whatever hat/helmet you wear biking while you weren’t looking.