Wade’s Bastard Factor good for +410 damage, stacks with other multipliers


I had an awesome present waiting for me when I got home tonight; the bill for that citation all ye moons ago. I’d previously guessed – jokingly, I thought – that it’d be like $170, rather than what I presumed was a more common $40-$60. Well, turns out it’s $410. Plus $5 payment fee. Plus traffic school. Plus $30 for the traffic school.

Funnily enough, it used to be about $170, five or six or more years back, until it was more than doubled overnight in order to raise revenue, so Google tells me.

Kinda pointless really; being pulled over was the deterrent, not the fine.

You didn’t ask me if I’ve been drinking


I got a citation today. For an awesome Infringement of the Laws of the Roads of Royal California. Or something. Bah. I turned right onto Wolfe from Homestead, on red, without stopping. I have no excuse; it’s a fair cop – I did indeed not stop. And I realised, as I was sitting there awaiting my little faded yellow slip of depressingness, reflecting on it, that the real message was that I had not noticed the police car right behind me only because I had, by necessity, been so focused on checking the intersection was clear. This comes as a result of having had a few closer-than-necessary calls there in recent weeks, which were truth be told also my fault solely. In fact, just the other day going through there I made the mental note that it’d get the best of me one day. I would have taken the bus if I’d known it’d be so soon, though. 🙂

So, now I get to wait ’til October or somesuch oddly distant date to find out what the consequences are. My bestest buddy Officer Friendly suggested I go with option C, the Driver Education Course. Though undoubtedly there will be compulsory fiscal consequences as well. Judging by what others have received for similar sorts of relatively inconsequential offences, I’d guess somewhere in the $40-$60 range. However, one must of course multiply by the Wade’s Bastard Fate factor, which brings the estimate up to around $170 or so, by my reckoning. We shall see.

In all seriousness though, it was more a moment of important sobering than upsetting or depressing or anything else. I have become complacent, largely because it’s usually the end of a long day where I’m typically mentally drained – physically as well, if I’ve been to the gym – and I tend to run on that autopilot that inexplicably thirsts to make it home at least seven seconds faster than… than… some, pointless, arbitrary measure. I dunno. I’m taking it as an important and, perhaps, timely warning.

Sorted, finally


My car insurance is finally sorted… well, supposedly. I’ve been told by both companies involved that it is, when I spoke to people in person, but on the automated system it still claims it’s cancelled. Meh, anyway… I was finally able to go shopping again, properly, and am thus tonight back to eating chicken and potato gems as per usual, rather than the bizarre rice-and-peanut-butter concoctions I was forced to create out of desperation… 😉