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Category: Oddities

Who’d’a thunk it?

  • Getting Smarter All The Time

    From the College Board folks who do the SAT:

    http://www.collegeboard.com/press/releases/150054.html:

    Forty-three percent of 2006 college-bound seniors reported grade averages of A+, A, or A-. Ten years ago, the figure was 36 percent, and in 1987, the first year these data were collected in the same manner, the figure was 27 percent. This year’s average grade point average was 3.33, compared with an average GPA of 3.21 in 1996 and 3.07 in 1987.

    Were we-uns really all that dumb back in the day or is something else going on here?

    I think I know the answer to that…

  • OK, I’m a Yokel

    So a while back we were in Providence, walking up the hill in search of breakfast protein (ended up at McD, but that’s another story) and saw in the three windows across the second floor of a tidy brick building:

    Adult Sex Education
    Call [number]

    I sez to my wife, I sez “Hey, we could…” and she sez “No way!” and that’s the end of that.

    Then I find this editorial in their local paper (affectionately known as the ProJo, honest):

    http://www.projo.com/opinion/editorials/content/projo_20060826_26broth.2e12f1d.html

    Providence Mayor David Cicilline is having difficulty cracking down on what some call the world’s oldest profession because state law, incredibly, makes prostitution legal in Rhode Island, as long as it takes place indoors. Only streetwalkers, their pimps, and their customers who flag them down outdoors may be charged.

    Gosh, I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t call that number for some pointers…

    Who knew?

  • Just Guessing: They’ve Never Owned a Fiat

    One of Italy's Greatest Products
    Fiat: One of Italy's Greatest Products

    This from the halls of Arlington Middle School, presumably from Social Studies or Italian Club or some such.

    Somebody needs a course in auto wrenching, methinks.

  • Patroon Parking Only

    Patroon Parking
    Patroon Parking

    Haven’t seen any patroons around here lately, so they must be keeping a low profile. Used to be a bunch of ’em in these parts.

    There were a bunch o’ cars in the lot, come to think of it… maybe they were all in the liquor store.

    Who knew?

  • Pimp His Ride, Economy Division

    Pimp a Van
    Pimp a Van

    Saw this one in the Wal-Mart parking lot. Doncha think the rusty drums provide an understated touch of elegance to the overall effect?

    Yup, it’s a Plymouth Voyager…

    On the way back I witnessed a tricked-out sporty black BMW with low-profile tires doing a slo-mo U-turn on Rt 9 with a dead-flat, rolling-off-the-rim, right front tire. I figure he was heading for the Mobil a few hundred feet back on the corner, but the requisite three left turns would be good for, oh, 800 bucks worth of tire & rim damage.

    On the other paw, stopping & jacking & re-tiring in the middle of Rt 9 wouldn’t work well, either.

  • Ya Gotta Have Tools, Mobile Division

    Once upon a time we delivered a van full of composted leaves to Mary’s Vassar Farms garden plot in the evening.

    There’s a gate at the entrance that was half-closed, but Mary’s never seen it closed & locked, so we drove in and parked by the plot to toss bags. We were done in about 15 minutes, drove back to the gate, and found the Vassar security folks had locked it… with the van in plain sight.

    My guess is that they were busting our chops, but one should never ascribe to malice what can be explained by stupidity.

    We had a phone, but none of the bystanders knew what number to call. The ladies reported that the other gate was also locked. A chain-link fence surrounds the plots.

    What to do?

    The gate hinges were plain old 1″ bolts and nuts, so I figured I could just dismount a gate, drive out, then put the gate back in place. Non-destructive and easy to explain if The Man arrives while I’m at work. Plan B was to just cut the padlocked chain holding the gates together.

    The back of the van has a small “tool” compartment for the jack and suchlike. I long ago added a multi-bit screwdriver set, a medium adjustable wrench (not quite big enough for a 1″ bolt, alas), a Vise-Grip, and similar odds & ends.

    Fortunately, it turned out that the chain around the middle of the gates had two links held together with a 1/4-20 bolt and two nuts. I suspect this sort of thing has happened before, perhaps to someone else with a Vise-Grip.

    Five minutes later, we were outside, the gate was closed & locked, and the tools were back in place.

    Memo to self: add a bigger wrench.

  • Spots on the Windshield

    So a while ago we stayed at Mary’s folks’ apartment in Saratoga Springs.

    We parked in the Visitors section of the lot in front of the rental office and, the next morning, the windshield had a bunch of whitish water-droplet-sized spatters. The previous day had been a bit rainy and we drove home over some wet roads, so I thought nothing of it; that’s what windshield washer juice is for.

    But the spots didn’t quite wash off: most of the white center went away, leaving an oval outline with a line across the middle. The spots now looked like a Greek capital Theta, as though each droplet had landed on the window, slumped to the bottom of the wet area, then evaporated.

    I discovered that diligent rubbing with windshield washer juice and a soft rag didn’t remove the Thetas. They looked, alarmingly, as though they’d etched their way into the glass: thin lines emerged from the rounded outline, with a sort of crinkly surface finish.

    Running up the hazmat scale, I applied homebrew glass cleaner to no avail. Then I deployed denatured alcohol. Ditto.

    Finally, I had a bright idea: glugged some vinegar on a rag and wiped those suckers right off, leaving the windshield sparkly clean!

    As nearly as I can tell, the apartment watered their fancy new sod overnight with genuine Saratoga municipal water through below-ground sprinklers. Yup, water straight from the same aquifers supplying the local mineral baths. Maybe cleaned up a bit, but certainly not softened.

    Hard water spots on the windshield, indeed!

    And, yup, soap doesn’t lather worth a darn in their shower…