8"x10" oil on canvas • Now, I could talk about how The Spousal Unit liberated this empty Patrón bottle from a school recycling fundraiser thingy for me to paint or I could talk about one of my pet peeves. Yep, I'm going with the peeve (yet another of Raymond's Rants). People not signaling whilst driving is a pet peeve of mine. Here is a recent example: I am driving along on a freeway transition ramp (doing somewhere between the speed limit and the speed of light) when what do I see up ahead? Something flying beautifully in graceful slow motion. Beauteous until I realized it was a 4x8 sheet of plywood that had taken glorious flight from the back of a truck up ahead of me. It appeared like slow motion because that seems to be a characteristic of a full sheet of plywood seeking its freedom in the wind; it sails high in the sky—maybe three to five stories high—when it, just like Wile E. Coyote, noticing that it cannot fly, falls back down to earth in a terrifying cartwheeling-like motion, violently crashing on the pavement sending splinters flying everywhere. Now here is my peeve: Why couldn't the idiot driving the truck signal that he was a bonehead and that he was about to launch a 1/2" thick sheet of plywood into the air while doing about 85 mph? It could have killed somebody (crashing right in front of me), you would think the driver would have the courtesy to signal his sudden onset of stupidity so other drivers could take evasive maneuvers from said stupidity. Wait... Don't they have a signal for that? Never mind.
Posted October 2, 2012
sold • private collection bradbury, ca