scout, catonsville, 11.12

To the guy in the Accord who crossed four lanes of traffic into my blind spot, almost crashed into me, and then flipped me the bird: I’m driving a Scout, you ignorant doorknob. That’s over a ton of Ohio steel, moving at high velocity and with great momentum. My truck would make little flat pieces of tin out of that crap you’re driving. You’re lucky I saw you at the last minute.

I signed up for the new Macromedia content-management product, Contribute. I have no idea how this thing works, or what it could mean for several different clients of mine, but I’m going to test out the Win version of it perhaps tomorrow. Details to follow.

Because of phone snafus, I have to wait until tomorrow to find out what the cost of the sewer problems might be. Although I have a solid “oh shit” fund in the bank, I’m afraid this is going to seriously damage my plans to do a lot of things in the near future. In the meantime, I’m showering at Jen’s house and trying not to worry too much.