I was commenting on my most recent Netflix flicks and noticed a little button on my queue screen that said “Add a queue,” so I clicked it and then chose Learn more. After reading about the wishlist feature (no movies will ship from it) I clicked to add the queue but was told the feature doesn’t yet exist.
I went back to my main queue and the Add button was gone. Looks like I stumbled on to a new feature that is getting ready to roll out. Screenshots are below.
Shots from the truck wedged in Belmont on Friday. Click on the images to drop by Flickr and see larger shots.
A local TV station gets an RSS feed…bringing it in to the 90′s (call that the Waldoid for the day). At least the locals now have the power to predict when I will jump all over a story. As Dire Straits would say, I want my M(HD)TV! As an aside, the local CBS is by far the best station in town (or at least all the news that gets to their site…since it isn’t HD so I don’t watch it).
A local teen falls asleep on a Friday afternoon while driving on a six lane road. Hmm…too much partying last night?
A guy in a truck decides to hit a woman walking in a crosswalk. He will be fined for not yielding to a pedestrian. Lesson..don’t use the crosswalk.
The village has spent $10 million to open a bus stop with toilets. I wonder if those are those new-fangled toilets from Japan that talk to you. I can’t wait to go see, but I fear the line might be a bit too long. While waiting for a toilet to open up you can watch diesel exhaust from the bus cover the multi-million dollar musical marshmallow so that it begins to look like it sat over the campfire for a bit too long.
C-Ville once again ranks #1 in something. C-Ville is #1 for the largest increase in commute time in the past three years in the state of Virginia. Lesson…walk to work since it is quicker than the local light system. Just do use a crosswalk or you’ll end up like the woman two paragraphs up.
I didn’t hear a single thing about a new Crapshaw establishment. Oh wait. I did. He says he may open a coffee shop in the new ten million dollar bus stop. If that happens (which I don’t think it will), I guess it will have to shut down for renovations for a year or two so that it can become yet another Crapshaw music venue. Speaking of which, I listened to a guy singing about going out and catching catfish for dinner this evening. I wonder if that was the guy who dumps poop on people (aka DMB/DBM)?
One of the things I noticed about NYC is that they do smoke cigs. When you walk down a blog you see about 2 or 3 smokers. In C-Ville they also smoke. When I walk a block I see 2 or 3 smokers.
What is the difference you ask? In NYC about 2000 other people were on the block. In C-VIlle I am the only non-smoker on the block. I decided to sit outside at a coffee shop today. There are 10 tables. I am at one. Since I sat down 3 others have taken a seat. They are all smoking. C-Ville smoking rate = 75%. NYC smoking = 0.05 %
I hate this Crapshaw-induced dump.
Breaking news…
A semi took a shot at trying to make a really sharp turn in the middle of Belmont and (Monticello and that little road where the haircut/breakfast place are). It was not a success. Monticello is currently shut down by the police as they try to get the truck out of the way. It has wedged itself half way on each street with no space behind or in front of it, and a telephone pole in between the wedge between the cab and the trailer. To top it off, the road has some slant right there, and the wheels of the truck are no longer touching the ground.
Pictures later this weekend (limited ones…I’m so tired).
In a crushing blow to the progressive village, it looks as though Hulk Hogan won’t make it here for World Wresting RAW!!!!!!!!
How can the village survive without the premiere superstar of wrestling? Will the village survive this blow to its fame? Will this further remove it from its falsified/hooified number one standing? I guess we’ll have to wait until our next episode. Same hoo time, same hoo channel.
So I was wondering where the County Fair is held. I did a search and found the home page rather quickly. I was somewhat thinking of heading over to grab some photos tonight, but when I saw the slogan I decided to avoid it.
25 Years of a Wheelin’ Squealin’ Good Time
I seem to recall seeing a few movies that took place in prisons. I think they had the same slogan. The slogan could refer to parents pushing kids around in triple baby carriages as they watch big animals and everyone squeals. Or maybe it refers to truck racing and animals getting ridden (or even animals getting run down by NASCAR vehicles). Who knows. In any event, I won’t be going. I don’t like wheelin’, and I’m not a fan of squealin’, of course both things are So Very Virginia.
In respect to the damn hot weather and the effort of the eastern half of the US to conserve energy, I have shut my brain off this week.
I’ve been tired, feeling weak, and downright depressed since getting back from NYC. Going up there made me realize what a dinky donut C-Ville really is. If I had lots of money like all the other people around here (except of course for the 25.9% that live below the poverty line) I could jet away to nicer places all the time (and often for months at a time), but alas, I have a job and only a few spare coins kicking around. Speaking of which, I have to take my spare change off to that Coinstar thing one of these days. I’ll probably be able to buy at least one martini with all those pennies.
I was over at my Flickr page and noticed that the number one most viewed photo that I’ve put up is my outside shot of The X Lounge.
I also get a kick out of the fact that I’m #1 over at Google when you search for Charlottesville X Lounge. I know a few people that found the place by finding my photo. I know they are starting a mailing list, but I forgot to give them my email address the last time I was in there.
It was so hot last night that I went for my run after the sun went down. It didn’t really matter. It was just hot. I wanted to drop dead after the first ten minutes…but plodded along with my big jug of water for the full 5-ish miles. During the run I pass by one house that has no AC. It is not in a great area. On the front is a big sign saying “Do Not Enter.” At one point there was one of those mini-police offices right next to it, but I think that they pulled funding on those. Now a for lease sign stands over the door of it. The house is one of those where if you needed something a bit outside the box, it might be the place to visit. As I stumbled on by a full party was going on in the front yard (what else can you do with no AC?). Music was blaring. A lot of big black SUV’s were pumping up the volume.
I took another swig of my energy/vitamin enriched water and plodded along. It sure was hot out.
Yet another Outskirts exclusive!
A traffic survey is taking place right now on 4th Street (that lovely road that crosses the pedestrian mall). Is that my Civic? The heat index is around 100 right now. I hope the surveyists don’t bake like a ham.
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