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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12326582</id><updated>2009-11-06T13:50:30.189-05:00</updated><title type="text">An Overture to Illumination</title><subtitle type="html">"She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for." -Jonathan Safran Foer</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dearsweetbriar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dearsweetbriar.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12326582/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>the brhymenoceros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07953179944614430830</uri><email>briarl@gmail.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>593</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AnOvertureToIllumination" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12326582.post-2749934570210612879</id><published>2009-10-31T09:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:25:26.150-04:00</updated><title type="text">NextRX is the Suck—A Dissatisfied Customer</title><content type="html">I got a phone call from my doctor's office yesterday, concerned about the "amount of asthma medication I've been using lately." I needed to set up an appointment ASAP to the tune of a $30 copay, so I could explain myself to my doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor knew about the "amount of asthma medication I've been using lately" because my pharmacy called her. The pharmacy I am obligated to use if I want to pay $50 instead of $75 every three months for my inhaler(s). I get one inhaler a month, twelve a year, three at a time. Enter NextRX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qrCGaI9uuIc/SuxCatIfbNI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Ex0j43N7UT0/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qrCGaI9uuIc/SuxCatIfbNI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Ex0j43N7UT0/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398763079869623506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, they are a bitch to deal with. I can't find a list of medications they cover anywhere on their website, even though they point out their handy, easy to see link to print out covered medication. I go to their site &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; my health insurance provider's proprietary link, not to the NextRX website, so there should be a list of covered meds, but they refer me back to my insurance provider's website. Useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second complaint is that they call. All the goddamn time. Any time a prescription is up for renewal, they call. And they call and they call. And they don't leave messages, because it is a moronic automatic system that can't even leave a voice mail. You can't opt for email, you can't opt out of the calls. Your only option is to get the phone calls. They always call at the worst time,  i.e. during the week wasting my daytime minutes, every two hours until I answer and go through their automated routine. It's a machine. It can't work on weekends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because it's easier than writing a lengthy email to the company, I just refill the stupid prescriptions. It's better than having my phone ring incessantly. I guess I could say no, but then I have to remember to do it myself. It's not a big deal, but then I'd have to refill them even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooner&lt;/span&gt; than the machine calls, and the machine calls roughly halfway between the pre-order time and the refill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they "snitched" on me to my doctor because I was refilling so "frequently." I don't know what they said to her, but my doctor was concerned even though my prescription hasn't changed in the four years I've been seeing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I using more medication than they want me to? I'm not using more than I've been prescribed. Do they not want to have to pay for it? I don't really think that's their call. What if I needed more than what I currently take? PS, my asthma is stress induced. THANKS, NEXTRX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my doctor's office and told them I'm not paying $30 to let her listen to my chest for no reason and sort this out. Because even if I could afford it, it's a hassle to go out to Arlington, MA to see my doctor, and I only like to do it when I'm sick or need my yearly violation and prescription party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what NextRX's problem is, but I'm not the only one who hopes that they all go to hell. Here's a webpage with some stories of really shitty things they've done across the country:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripoffreport.com/Pharmacies/NextRx/nextrx-wellpoint-wellpoint-n-ayw29.htm"&gt;http://www.ripoffreport.com/Pharmacies/NextRx/nextrx-wellpoint-wellpoint-n-ayw29.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12326582-2749934570210612879?l=dearsweetbriar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The biggest savings I have seen in recent months has been in school supplies. I searched high and low for an inexpensive binder for all of the materials my professor has been giving us, but ended up going with something at Target that was functional—I was looking at the start of the school year, of course, so I was left with the bare bones. A day later, while we were at the recycling center, Jason pointed me towards a whole box full of binders! They were basically brand new, and after cleaning them off, they were even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; than the cheapo one I'd picked up at Target for nearly $4 (after taxes)! So here are some of the ways I've been saving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting binder from recycling center (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;$4&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding my T-square at Goodwill. They usually run around $20, and the wood ones can be even more expensive, but we'll just say that after paying $7 for this barely used wood T-Square at Goodwill, I saved (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;$13&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting my textbook from the library. I did end up purchasing it after reading it, deciding I'd use it long after the class was over, and getting a 25% off coupon from Borders.com. I also had it shipped to the store to save on shipping costs (they were out of stock at all of my local stores &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;amazon, so shipping was necessary). I ended up getting a &lt;del&gt;$21&lt;/del&gt; (at brick and mortar stores) $17 (online) book for $13 (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;$8&lt;/span&gt; if for some reason I had needed to buy it Right Now at the store, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;$4&lt;/span&gt; if I could have waited for shipping, but not a coupon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I use cereal boxes to ship things that I sell on half.com and ebay. They're sturdy, and we're going to recycle them, anyway. If I cut them correctly, I don't use that much tape, so the cost of supplies I might have to buy is negligible. To pad them, I use newspaper or packing materials from things we've had shipped. I doubt I've saved much (since you can usually get packing materials on the cheap with very little effort), but it also saves me a trip to the post office/store, and thins our recycling pile, which brings me to the next item:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying my postage online. You can get free priority boxes delivered to your address (I usually only use cereal boxes when my stuff doesn't fit in these boxes). If you purchase priority shipping on usps.com and print it out yourself, you save 10¢, and you get free delivery confirmation, which is a savings of about 85¢ per box shipped. I still have to go to the post office if the package is too big for a mailbox drop, but it's a faster trip. (I've saved &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;$4.25&lt;/span&gt; in the past month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I downgraded my cell phone plan. I'm lucky enough not to be under contract, so I have some options that I can easily change on a month-to-month basis. I'm contemplating a change in carrier in the near future, but for now I determined I could save $5/month by downgrading my daytime minutes. I rarely use my phone at the moment, anyway. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;$10 &lt;/span&gt;so far)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking reusable bags to the grocery store. I usually need two bags, which gets us a 10¢ discount (5¢/bag). Since we've started cooking more, I've gone to this store about once a week, sometimes less sometimes more, but I'd say it averages once a week. It's kind of insignificant at 5¢ a bag, but over a year we end up getting $5 for doing something we are already doing. Our local Target has now implemented the same policy, which I think is a great reward for a habit we already have. (~&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;$5&lt;/span&gt; this year)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying generic milk. We both drink different kinds of milk, but I buy half-gallons for us every week. The generic is not only 50¢ cheaper, it's equally sustainable as the name brand we used to buy. This will save us up to $52 in a year. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;$4&lt;/span&gt; so far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, $50 later, I thought it was worth documenting. There are lots of little things I do these days that don't take much of my time, but because I do have the time (and not the money) it's worth the extra effort to save a few dollars. I could further calculate things like making our own pizza, which I know for a fact saves a ton of money (as often as we eat pizza!), but I thought I'd stick to things I've consciously done in the last two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I can't fathom the time when I can start markedly saving up again, I have some significant financial goals I'd like to reach sometime in the next five years. If I can learn to live like this when I have a more appreciable income, it will be so much easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12326582-1975521191457295212?l=dearsweetbriar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The backstory is this: Larry the Cable Guy apparently wrote some stuff about David Cross in his book regarding a (mis)quote of David Cross in Rolling Stone magazine. "I have to warn you that this letter is nearly 11 pages long, but...who gives a shit? You're not reading it, I'm reading it to you—so don't be lazy." —David Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDimQTJMjB0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDimQTJMjB0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="trzzbtcfvddpwzyokfxw" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDimQTJMjB0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="trzzbtcfvddpwzyokfxw" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDimQTJMjB0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="trzzbtcfvddpwzyokfxw" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDimQTJMjB0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="trzzbtcfvddpwzyokfxw" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDimQTJMjB0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="trzzbtcfvddpwzyokfxw" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/DDimQTJMjB0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;Part One&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHWF0IBZ6xM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHWF0IBZ6xM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="trzzbtcfvddpwzyokfxw" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHWF0IBZ6xM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="trzzbtcfvddpwzyokfxw" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHWF0IBZ6xM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="trzzbtcfvddpwzyokfxw" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHWF0IBZ6xM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="trzzbtcfvddpwzyokfxw" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHWF0IBZ6xM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="trzzbtcfvddpwzyokfxw" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHWF0IBZ6xM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;Part Two&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12326582-580384841718087780?l=dearsweetbriar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ever since we puppy sat, I see wiener dogs everywhere, and I love their little legs and their floppy ears. They're so long! And cute! Here are two Pedigree commercials that demonstrate how cute dachshunds are, and also how adorable David Duchovny is (even though he is a sex addict):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hANeIYvk3VE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hANeIYvk3VE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="fzqwqdrumphlonplzibk" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/hANeIYvk3VE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fzqwqdrumphlonplzibk" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/hANeIYvk3VE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIxwQDFTLTc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIxwQDFTLTc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="fzqwqdrumphlonplzibk" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIxwQDFTLTc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="fzqwqdrumphlonplzibk" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIxwQDFTLTc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't worry. There are a ton more commercials where those came from—probably to be featured in a future TILT. Here's a photo demonstrating how unnaturally long a wiener dog's tongue is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qrCGaI9uuIc/SsgfX6US4nI/AAAAAAAAAe0/j9W5pY4k_TA/s1600-h/3938336195_1c23e1edf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qrCGaI9uuIc/SsgfX6US4nI/AAAAAAAAAe0/j9W5pY4k_TA/s400/3938336195_1c23e1edf3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388591449800630898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I paid dearly for being that close to a dog for five days straight. How could I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; let her sleep on my lap, though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're not convinced yet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMIa0e6m3PI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMIa0e6m3PI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9v_IYA99iL0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9v_IYA99iL0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joann Fabric:&lt;/span&gt; I get their e-coupons all the time, and usually don't even bother until there's a 50% off coupon, which happens a few times a year. Most of the time I don't need anything that badly, but this time I got a giant cutting mat (good for graphic design classes) that basically came with a free rotary cutter and quilting ruler. After the 50% coupon, there wasn't a better deal to be found. Yey, cheap school supplies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12326582-5418351735723385595?l=dearsweetbriar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Typically we brunch on Sundays which are kind of lazy, traffic-wise. You still have to pay attention, but the bus schedule is more laid back, and there are less cars to compete with, plus for some reason people seem to drive more slowly on Sunday (am I imagining this? Maybe). Saturday was very different, and very very scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably mention that nothing happened. We pulled over for a USPS semi-truck once, and I didn't want to go under the tunnel at Harvard Square, but those were choices &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; made, not because anyone was driving like an asshole - they were actually mostly sane today, but because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;didn't feel comfortable riding next to a semi or chancing being caught next to the bus in a tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told Jason that I didn't want the 69 bus sneaking up on us in that tunnel, he asked me when I started feeling like this. I don't know if my face looked defensive because he told me he was just concerned, and that's about when I started holding back tears. Because I don't know. I don't know when or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; I started to feel this way. I saved them until we got home, so there was that, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where it comes from, which is what I kept telling Jason. Lately I've avoided going places because I'm scared to be on my bike. Or I walk 20 minutes to get somewhere that I can ride to in 7 minutes, making the trip shorter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; more aerobic. I know that this anxiety is &lt;s&gt;all&lt;/s&gt; mostly because of that fall I had, but I can't tap into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;, because I wasn't hit by a car or anything. I fell because of my own stupidity, and I wasn't even hurt (badly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the hostility that I project onto the cars is just too much for me to handle right now. I sincerely doubt that someone is going to rear-end me (although &lt;a href="http://www.wickedlocal.com/cambridge/homepage/x1885894800/Cambridge-teacher-killed-while-riding-bike-in-Wash-state"&gt;it happens&lt;/a&gt;), and I bike defensively, so they probably aren't going to get me from the side or the front, either, and most of the other situations are just basically unavoidable (right hooks are a fuzzy area). I used to be so happy on my bike. I was that smug cyclist asshole you all hate (albeit one that follows traffic laws). And I was proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to link to some comments that were overtly hostile towards cyclists on a recent Boston Globe article, but it appears that most of the "Fucking cyclists - I'm going to kill you with my SUV next time I see one of you assholes on the street - GET ON THE SIDEWALK" comments have been taken down. I was called a "fucking Jew cunt" once because the guy couldn't pass me to get to his red light, so I know these people exist in real life, not just the Internet. I know the likelihood of them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; running me down with their SUVs is also slim but it scares me anyway. (Although it's kind of nice their comments have been removed, because seriously. Come on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a traffic cop tell some douchebags that they needed to stop double parking in the bike lane today and I felt a little vindicated. So much so that it really made my day. We were on our way home with my shiny new bike helmet and a super bright blinky for the helmet, plus a mirror for my handlebars, so that helped too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm ready to take on the road again. Maybe. Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12326582-2531974024106904404?l=dearsweetbriar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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