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Poor Zaphod Again

So I was driving home from the dentist tonight and was quite shocked to see a *giant* crack in the windshield of my beloved Zaphod Beeblebrox the Car. Like, *giant.* I know for certain that it wasn’t there in the morning when I scraped the ice off my windshield because, well, I was looking right at my windshield, and I didn’t notice it when I was driving to the dentist’s office and given how big it is, I don’t see how I could have not seen it. My best guess is that there was some sort of a rock chip that I didn’t see and the combination of the cold outside and the heat to defog it on the inside made it crack  ((it was too dark for me to get a close look at it by that point, so I’ll have to examine it more closely in the morning)). As I drove to the produce store, which is where I was headed after the dentist, I saw the crack proceed to grow across my windshield. My initial thought, for a split section, was “this kinda sucks.” But then I *immediately* thought, “Eh, there are worse things that can happen in life. I’ll deal.” And I was surprised at myself. Usually it’s so easy to think “oh woe is me! The world is out to get me!” I mean, when I discovered that someone had scraped my car back when I first got it, I was very upset for days. For days1!! So to find myself just letting this go really took me aback. Maybe it’s because I’ve seen a lot of people who really have bad things going on in their lives – I mean, today alone I heard about the death of a family member of one person that I know *and* that a family member of another person I know is very, very, very sick; and as everyone in the Vancouver blogging world knows, Derek will not be with us for much longer – so maybe that puts my very small “problems” into perspective. I mean, given what other people are going through… and all I have to do is take my car into the shop?  I’m pretty much living on easy street.

Poor Zaphod - cracked windshield!

As you can see, Zaphod's boo boo is quite extensive. Poor Zaphod.


Does anyone happen to know if I make an ICBC claim for a cracked windshield, will the cost of my insurance go up?

  1. first world problem, much?? []



I was driving home from dinner tonight and as I got off the highway I noticed that the car in front of me had a license plate that started with “BJOB.” Knowing me like I know you all do1, I immediately (a) laughed and (b) thought, “I need a photo of that!!”  And, would you believe that I drove behind this car for the next 8 km, until such time as I had to turn off to go to my house, without hitting a single red light?  Seriously, the *one time* I want a red light and I get smoothly sailing clear across the city! So unfair!

Also, I will neither confirm nor deny that photos were or were not taken in a vain attempt to capture said license plate while in motion. This is how much I may or may not for you, my fair blog readers!

  1. i.e., sense of humour of a 12-year-old boy []