I haven’t done one of these for fun in a while. It’s essentially scribbles brought to life. Way more effort than it’s probably worth – but isn’t everything here? Enjoy. Come back often.

Step 1: Get your facts straight

Section VC 22502 A states: 22502.(a) Except as otherwise provided in this chapter every vehicle stopped or parked upon a roadway where there are adjacent curbs shall be stopped or parked with the right-hand wheels of such vehicle parallel with and within 18 inches of the right-hand curb, except that motorcycles shall be parked with at least one wheel or fender touching the right-hand curb. Where no curbs or barriers bound any roadway, right-hand parallel parking is required unless otherwise indicated.

This is the part that is being applied to this specific case – but there’s more to it if you’re curious http://apps.dmv.ca.gov/pubs/vctop/d11/vc22502.htm

Step 2: Plead your case [full entry]

Scribbles is a short series of comics i’ve been wanting to publish for a while – which, as you will be able to tell – are scribbles i may have made during boring meetings or some down time. They will all most likely be illegible and scanned from torn up bits of paper. I hope you enjoy the madness.

Aussies are people too.

I wrote this about a year ago, and had planned on using it in some spoken word type scenario – but that never actually panned out. So here it is, for anyone who is so inclined to enjoy. Comment, let me know what your beard looks like.

Beardo.

I’ve gotten pretty used to the stares by this point. the shrieks of ‘rabbi’ and ‘bin laden’ are met with a half smile and a nod of recognition. i am a white man with a beard, and that’s confusing to people.

‘i’ve got to ask, is it for religious purposes, your beard?’
“i don’t know, is your obesity for religious purposes?”

‘is that real? Can I touch it?’
“your face is [vomiting noises]”

i was blessed with a full face of hair, which is more than i can say for my head (thanks dad). some may call it a blessing, others a curse. In high school when i got my first chance to really shave, i cleaned my face quickly with water and a disposable bic razor. the whole ordeal took no longer than four minutes, accounting for ample admiration in the mirror. the young face, once a ripened peach draped in velvet, now a chiseled marble stone, smooth as silk.

i’d say i’ve gotten ‘used’ to the routine punishment dealt to me by the TSA due to recent safety regulations, in fact, if i wasn’t currently involved with a young lady, i might just schedule flights more frequently to receive their top selling ‘routine inspection’. I prepare my statement beforehand in preparation for their profiling:
‘i’d like to referee the scan please. wait, referee? I mean, [ahem], i’d like to refuse the body scan thank you’

that is usually met with a roll of the eyes, a loud audible sigh, and a scuttle in order to provide me with someone who can handle a ‘male opt out’. This is more often than not followed by the body scanner line being shut down completely and shifting the crowd to the metal detector line.

I wait. and wait. occasionally requesting i be walked through the metal detector like everyone else, which is promptly met with a snarky refusal. The TSA always appears to be understaffed, making this type of treatment obnoxious to them and all of the other travelers.

They walk me over to the side where they explain to me what will happen next.
“I will run the back of my hands under your arms and across your back, along your inner thighs until i feel resistance, around the band of your pants searching for …” anything?

I begin to hum ‘God Bless America’, softly to myself at first, and when i build up the confidence i crescendo into full song. The routine is generally ignored and I begin to quiet down as the situation becomes awkward with no support.

The blue non-latex gloves (just in case i’m allergic?) come off, and they go into a machine. A green light illuminates, i’m reunited with my carry on items and sent on my way.

This happens at every airport.

I think I liked it better when I just blended in

I recently traveled to Thailand during the Songkran festival – and the following video is my attempt at capturing the magic that I was able to experience – 60 frames at a time. More details below – I’ll let the video speak for itself.

I’ll work on another edit using footage from my Kodak Zx-3 that will probably contain much more nonsense. The trip was fun, if you are curious about traveling in Thailand – I am an incomplete resource, but can definitely help you out with some “do’s” and “don’ts” on a budget if you were interested.

Let’s talk!
More funny to come! I’ll update with more details from the trip, so check back.
downinthewell@gmail.com
The song featured in the video is by a band called ‘Colossal’ from Chicago – song titled ‘The 1/5 Compromise’