Because Lis thought I'd forget to blog about this. . .

This morning, as I was driving to work, we passed a school in front of which a crossing guard was directing traffic. But she was doing it wrongly.

See, you direct traffic with simple, large direct movements, repeated once or twice, coming mainly from the elbow. Wearing white gloves helps as it increases the visibility of your hands, but the important part is the large, clear, standardized movements which convey clearly what you intend each car to do -- "proceed forward", "stop", "turn left", "turn right", and so forth.

This crossing guard had the proper white gloves, but was making all her movements from the wrist, and way, way too many repetitions, way too fast. It was very difficult to tell what she was signaling. In fact, it just looked like she was flapping her hands around randomly.

This amused Lis no end, and she began flapping her hands around wildly in imitation as we drove off. Then I felt a sharp sudden pain in my cheekbone, temple, and side of my head.

Lis, in flailing her hands around, had managed to hook her hand somehow around her glasses and fling them into the side of my head, from which they bounced off and landed somewhere in the back seat.

No damage either to the glasses or my head, except for a bit of a red mark, but I told Lis I'd mock her for it for a while.

So that's what I'm doing.

Mock, mock, mock, mock, mock.

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So, the Competitive Enterprise Institute has come out with a 60-second television spot about how greenhouse gas emissions aren't important. It's called "CO2 -- We Call It Life", and is all about how you need carbon dioxide to live, and therefore it can't possibly be dangerous.

I'm looking forward to the other spots they will be producing soon, "You'll Die Without Water, So Shut The Fuck Up Already, New Orleans," and "Plants Grow Buried In Dirt: Why Mine Safety Standards Are Bad."