Bizarro is brought to you today by Better Living Through Force.I haven't much to say about this GPS cartoon other than I hope everyone understood it. The idea was that the GPS led them to a cliff above their destination, then instructed them to
drive off the edge. It seemed funny when I thought of it, but I'm not sure about the final result. I like GPSs but I don't like the voice. I prefer to just use the map part, like the one on my phone, and find my own way. I don't trust the robot voice to always know the best way.
At long last I am back in front of my computer where I belong. I went to Florida this past weekend with CHNW. I was hired to do a speech for a humanist group down there, the
Center For Inquiry folks, and had a great time. Good people, smart questions, laughed a lot, took me to lunch after. What's not to like?
After the talk on Saturday, CHNW, her dad and I drove to an interesting little place called
Ybor City where we
hit some shops and had a beer. In old timey times there was a big cigar factory there where hundreds of people
hand-rolled cigars all day. The tradition continues as there are cigar shops all over the place and a few people sitting in storefront windows rolling away. If you're into cigars, this is a real treat.
This pic at left was taken with my iPhone and I think it turned out pretty swell.
Even if you're not into cigars, it is strange to see so many smoke-friendly establishments within
the borders of our
law-infested land. Smoking is so uniformly despised in the U.S.,
even outdoors, that walking down 7th Street in Ybor City feels more like Cuba than Florida. I often get chastised by friends and fans for smoking cigars, but I try to be considerate. I usually smoke at home and never smoke around crowds
of any kind unless I'm walking quickly. I figure if my passing by with a cigar is enough to
set someone off, they need more help than anti-smoking laws can give them.
Lots of things annoy
me momentarily in public – bad music,
mullets, cologne,
confederate flags, cigarettes(they smell very different from cigars because they are crap tobacco and full of chemicals),
people wearing fur, the smell of someone's fastfood, people who talk too loud on
cell phones, defenders of Dick Cheney, the way everyone but me drives – but I just figure that's the price of leaving my house.
I cannot imagine a society in which we legislate against everything that briefly annoys someone. This encyclopedia of signs at a playground in Sarasota springs to mind. Looks like fun, doesn't it?
