Accion Mutante!

The other night I was out with the Japanese heart throb known as Lone-u Wolf-u, aka S_. Beside us sat a group of disability rights activists. A nice bunch with their hearts in the right place, but they declined my suggestions at using direct action tactics. I outlined a plan for blowing up the staircases in prominent buildings around London. I thought the wheat pasting of a sign saying "If we can't leave the ground floor, neither can you" on the targeted buildings was a nice touch but they said they'll stick with drafting a strongly worded petition. I think they are missing a trick there.

Comprend-ay, amigo?

Human communication is a sophisticated and sublime thing. The other day I was driving and a motorcyclist with a toot of his horn, a point to his turn signal and a rude gesture communicated his displeasure at my lane changing technique.

horn toot + point point + rude gesture = "Excuse me, may I have your attention, I feel that you did not sufficiently use your turn signal, you wanker."

Incredible, no? And with a gentle tap of my bumper to his back tire I made my rebuttal that we both tacitly agreed ended the discussion.