No Zombies Today

I didn’t see any Zombies. They must not be in Dallas. That clearly is because Dallas rocks and if zombies dared show up, the Dallas Cowboys would kick their asses.

In other news, I was very sad about Tim Russert. I looked forward to his coverage of the coming election.

We still have a Constitution.

And finally, John Scalzi also rocks: Fox News Would Like To Take a Moment To Remind You That the Obamas Are As Black As Satan’s Festering, Baby-Eating Soul.

With all that, zombies just don’t signify.

The Season

‘Tis over.

My ‘Boys are done.

I am verklempt.

How Baddeth Do We Sucketh?

I am watching the beginning of the Cowboys/Panthers game and am not feeling good about it.

How can a team be 12-2 and feel so much like it’s about to nosedive?

Well, this feels like we’re halfway through yet another December crash-and-burn after the past two games.

What happened to my Cowboys who were rolling over just about everybody?

I do think Yoko Romo is one of the funniest things I’ve heard, even if I do think it’s nonsense.

Although, surely, one Jessica Simpson is enough.

And really, this is just scary.

Excuse me while I get back to the game.

And, um, yeah. Go Cowboys!

P.S. Terrell Owens just scored a touchdown. Set a new Cowboys record, too! Yay!!!

ETA:  Cowboys 20, Carolina 13.  Whew!

Bullet. Dodged.

Cowboys steal one.

Detroit on carpet.

Pooks on floor.

Carry on.

I’ll start breathing again.

Eventually.

Photo credit: LOUIS DeLUCA / Dallas Morning News

 

Share the road, damn it.

I finally got around to doing it.  I had to go down in person to pay my registration fee to the Great State of Texas, and I asked how to get the special “share the road” plates.

For an extra 30 bucks a year, I can now advertise road safety for cyclists by having this on my Element:

The woman told me it will take two weeks for the plates to arrive.  She said they have two kinds of plates there on hand, one because they’re so popular, and one because it’s a message they feel worthy of getting out there more.

I’ll let you guess which is which:

 The Great State is making it all too hard on me.  You don’t know how tempted I was to snag one of those.  And I wasn’t even sure which one to pick, the Cowboys or Read to Succeed.

However, as I told the woman regretfully, when you ride a bicycle on the mean streets of Dallas, you learn quickly that drivers need to be educated about cyclists’ rights, and I do need to do my part by telling them to share the damn road.

What I really need is a “Share the Road” bumper sticker across my bum when I’m riding.

Lord knows there’s room for it.

Share the damn road, y’all.

It’s the law.