Accident report

Two people died in front of monshu's building on Tuesday night. Around nine o' clock, two motorcyclists left the building just north of him. They were apparently not looking where they were going and slammed into a pizza delivery truck that was leaving monshu's building. They weren't wearing helmets. Were they killed instantly? I don't know. When monshu looked down, he saw blood pooling on the street.

By the time I got there last night, it had all been cleaned up. monshu said they started washing away the blood that same night. There was no impromptu shrine with flowers, signs, and such of the kind that often spring up on the sites of fatal traffic accidents these days. Nothing out of the ordinary.

GRRRR!

LJ has been acting retarded for me for most of the day. (For instance, I haven't been able to load my Friends page or even look at anyone else's journal for over an hour.) So I finally went to lj_maintenance to see if there's a server down or something--and that page won't load either!

Some days, there's nothing to do but work.

Outside, it's gray and cool and raining. On a promising note, the sewer work beneath the street has started and some of the men are looking promising. One in particular, who gives off foreman vibes, has something of a Super Mario thing going on: Short, round, Southern European, moustachioed. He also looks spry enough to dodge rolling barrels, if not actually leap over them.

At lunch, I heard people at a nearby table making strange noises. They were saying things like "What about sher? We don't have enough of those." I finally asked them what the hell they were up to and the woman answered, "Oh, it's linguistics," in something of the embarrassed, confessional tone I've come to expect from gamers among mundanes. "We're coming up with stimuli. We have to think of English non-words. What about /đæf/? That's not an English word, is it?"