Well, not that I know of, but she's pretty cool. Actually, I'm not likely to get to do too much FReeping, but at least I can check in every now and then and spend ny lunch hours here if I want to. It will be a lot better once I get my own computer assigned. Right now I'm having to share.
My yeaterday:
After moving less than half a block in 20 minutes (one block away from from Moscone), a bunch of bicyclists started riding between the cars, leader with a bull horn, shouting something about taking over the streets.
He had the horn pointed back wards so I didn't hear him coming. Durn! he got away!
However, I popped my door open in front of the third or so cyclist in the string. (I did look first to make sure he had room to stop).
He screams "You effin' clymer!!!" (OK, I cleaned it up a little, so sue me...)
I looked up smiled sweetly and said "That makes two of us..."
Totally messed them up. They had to stop and regroup. His buds split leaving him with two young "ladies" to protect him from the mean man in the car. Boo fricking hoo
I closed the door and he started to pass by and continued to berate me. When he was adjacent to the door I popped it open at him, not to hit him, but to persuade him to move along.
He darn near fell off his bike trying to dodge me.
"We're going to call 911!!!"
"Don't bother, I'll call for you" which I did. (The line was busy)
He and the two chicks decided that it was past their collective bedtimes or something and split.
Felt GOOD...