Raining, Pouring...in LA?

I moved down here in part to get away from the rainy and gloomy weather. Looks like I got a good 5 years of nice weather, and now it's over. At the 110 and I-5 had mudslides, the 101 in Hollywood is underwater. And, most importantly Bel Air and Pacific Palisades are collapsing.

I'm waiting for the Ark to float by.
Don't F with the Girl Scouts....


EAST BREMERTON — A dispute arose Sunday at an East Bremerton grocery store when a signature gatherer and a group of Girl Scouts were occupying the same area, sheriff's reports said.

A 47-year-old California man who was gathering signatures was asked by the East Bremerton Safeway's management to stand at the south entrance Sunday while a troop of Girl Scouts was selling cookies at the north entrance.

Eventually the man made his way to the north entrance, when a Girl Scout mom complained to the store's manager, according to reports. When the man refused to leave after the manager asked, the manager called deputies.

The man told deputies that he felt harassed by a Girl Scout mother, reports said.

Deputies confirmed that the man had a right to petition on the property, but he was asked to return to the south entrance.

People seem taken with my Pothole Doctor entry. That's funny. I have a funnier story. I actually have a lot of funny stories about poo - but it's only because I used to have a real interest in septic and sewer systems.

In the town I grew up in, we didn't have sewer systems, we had on-site septic systems (an OSS). The OSS was in the everyone one's backyard. No exceptions. However, about 1/4 of the people in my hometown were convinced that they were connected to a sewer.

One of those people, who thought they had a sewer, was a neighbor. One day my dad was talking to the dumb neighbor about on-site septic systems, and wanted to know if the neighborhood wanted to get their septic tanks the pumped the same day to get the group discount. Dumb neighbor says - I don't have a septic system - I'm hooked up to the sewer line.




But, dumb makes for funny stories!

So, my dad keeps talking to this guy, asking questions about the potential location of the septic tank. The first day of the intervention ends with the identification of the septic tank: underneath the concrete slab that served as the drive way.

Day two, my dad notices that the driveway slab actually has a dome shape. He calls me down to the neighbor's house. At the time I thought I was being called down to babysit. Little did I know what fun was in store!

I get to the house and see the slab of concrete that looked like a mini-Kingdome. In order for the septic tank to be pumped out, the concrete drive way would need to be broken up. As my dad started to chip away at concrete, poo flew out from the concrete slab. I ran like there was no tomorrow. It was nasty. Nasteeee.

The septic tank literally blew up and poo was every. Pressure from 5 years of dishwashing, showers, and toilet visits from a house of 5 people was finally released. It resulted in a big fat fine from the state because it caused a big health hazard.

The point is this: always know where your poo goes. If you don't, pressure will build up and eventually explode!

Here's to knowing where your poo goes! Cheers!
Potholes - Virgin Asphalt and More!


"liabilities of sophisticated, value-added patch"
"“throw-and-roll” cold-mix"

For those who take potholing seriously: "Those %#$#&* potholes!"

The funniest thing about potholes is the POTHOLE DOCTOR.
It's this truck, driven by one person, that patches potholes. I had a coffee-client who drove the pothole doctor - he drank a grande hot chocolate, non-fat milk - no whipped cream. He has a son who drinks the same thing. ANYWAY...

What a job to have. The pothole doctor - PD for the sake of my story - drove around all day scoping out potholes, responding to calls from little old ladies, grumpy middle-aged men. While I've never seen the PD in action this is what I envision:

The truck pulls up with a low hum. Stops shy of the pothole. The driver gets out and surveys the pothole to determine how much asphalt is needed to remedy the situtation. The driver climbs back into the truck, moves the truck so that it's hovering above the pothole. The truck starts to grunt and bear down - and poos asphalt on the pothole.

YES! The PD is a pooper! HA HA HA HA! It's a pooping truck!

Then, like a cat that finishes pooping, the truck tamps the asphalt down flat. Left behind: (much like a cat) a steaming area of newly placed asphalt.

Now...don't you see potholes in a "hole" new light?