Another brilliant thought during my commute to work

I have a pretty long commute to work these days. And by pretty, I do mean pretty. I travel through rolling hills of rural Albany County to get to downtown Schenectady (um, not so pretty), where my office is. (In case you missed it, I landed a great 3-month tech writing gig. But don't worry--it's just for the summer and I'll be Vegas Linda Lou again in no time.)

Anyway, here are some pictures I took at 50 mph when I should have had both hands on the steering wheel.






The other day on my way home I made a music video with a song from Crazy Heart in the background, but wouldn't you know, my damn phone won't upload it and don't tell me it's user error. I'm beginning to think I own an $80/month piece-o-shit brick.

Anyway, the other day I passed a cop off the side of the road waiting for speeders. Lucky for me, I don't speed on country roads. That's just plain stupid, especially when you're taking pictures and making music videos.

But upon seeing him, my first thought was, "I sure as hell don't miss those damn Henderson cops," as anyone who's ever driven near Las Vegas can relate. That wasn't the brilliant thought, though, just the impetus for it. No, my brilliant thought was,

In order to get into the police academy, prospective cops should a) be at least six feet tall, and b) be packing at least six inches below the belt.

That would take care of a lot, don't you think?

I'm adding that to my "If I were queen" list.