Strange Phrases

There was that time last winter when I called a reckless motorist a “12th-level jackass” without knowing what the hell that might have meant. Then there was the SUV driver this morning who turned left directly in front of me to enter an alley as I barreled down the slope of Redondo Boulevard approaching Pico Boulevard forcing me to lock up the brakes and skid, and successfully avoid broadsiding the beast vehicle. Beyond being that much more thankful that I had extra stopping power thanks to my opting to replace the almost entirely failed front brake cable Sunday night, I coasted past the dodged Dodge and from my vast selection of over-the-shoulder exclamatories to deliver to the surprised driver, out came this:

“Even from just a strictly statistical perspective, that was entirely fucked up!

Empirically speaking: You don’t say!

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Will Campbell arrived in town via the maternity ward at Good Sam Hospital way back in OneNineSixFour and has never stopped calling Los Angeles home. Presently he lives in Silver Lake with his wife Susan, their cat Rocky, dogs Terra and Hazel, and a red-eared slider turtle named Mater. Blogging since 2001, Will's web endeavors extend back to 1995 with, a comprehensive theater site that was well received but ever-short on capital (or a business model). The pinnacle of his online success (which speaks volumes) arrived in 1997, when much to his surprise, a hobby site he'd built called VisuaL.A. was named "best website" in Los Angeles magazine's annual "Best of L.A." issue. He enjoys experiencing (and writing about) pretty much anything creative, explorational and/or adventurous, loves his ebike, is a better tennis player than he is horr golfer, and a lover of all creatures great and small -- emphasis on "all."