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Written by Rob Schultz (human).

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Like, he's just this guy, you know?

Listening to so many members of The Committee reminesce tonight, it seems to me that Del Close was, as much as anyone else has ever been, Zaphod Beeblebrox. (There's still the saved post from the day I read Guru, but maybe I'll post it after I'm done reading The Funniest One in the Room.)

Also, today is the day that I spent 2.5 otherwise perfectly usable hours of my day (in two sessions) circling my neighborhood looking for a place to put my car for a while.  It included a low-speed pursuit by a parking authority vehicle, and an ultimately unsatisfying 'tuesday space.' 

‘Does not fight crime effectively.’

That's what you'll see on my report card this term. I meandered over to Trader Joe's because I felt I didn't own enough food and I saw a car idling in front of the store. I went a bit out of my way to walk around it instead of in front. While I was behind the car someone ran out of the store and before they were seated or managed to get the door closed, the car peeled out. Further down the parking lot, a guy literally jumped out of the way as an employee ran out of the store. Apparently, the person who just barely made it into the car was carrying an unpurchased case of wine.

But if I'd just walked in front of the car instead, they couldn't have sped away. Or I'd be hospitalized right now.

I just hope they don't go on a drunken spree, drive across the continent, and then murder one of my uncles, thus compelling me to use my ability to vaguely inconvenience drivers in parking lots responsibly and at great personal cost for the rest of my days...