Goody, humans. Welcome to the safe space for dangerous ideas. And I'm not feeling very safe today. I'm not feeling safe at all. My world has been shattered by, I don't want to say, I don't want to swear on this show, but he's a good for nothing. He's a good for nothing concern it.

Let me tell you what happened.

And there's a bigger story in this, by the way. So I'll tell you what's going to happen today on the soapbox.

I'm going to give you two fantastic vehicular rants, rants of the vehicular kind.

That's what's got me hot under the collar.

It's a vehicular issue that I'm having.

Then I'll give you

two brief science stories that have crossed my desk this week, which are fascinating. They

involve drone guns and sharks, and then I'll play a little of an argument I had with a tarot reader.

So this is a little cavalcade. This is a smorgasbord, if you will, of delights, of Zepsy and Delights.

So about a year ago, the family's in the car.

I'm driving.

We're busy.

I can't remember why.

But I remember I was frustrated and I was busy.

And I'm in a very narrow cul-de-sac.

And I'm trying to do a three-point turn just to turn around and get back

out of the street. And I'm not traveling fast at all. It's a tiny, we're traveling at one

half of a kilometer an hour. It's just, and I just feel a little bump. I'm like, oh, did I just

touch that car? Did I just bump a car? So I stop. It's a parked car, right? They're kind of angled to the street, you know, so they're all

sticking out every which way. And I'm trying to do a three-point turn like Austin Powers in the

movie where, you know, there's no room. I'm like, oh, so I stop, I get out. I can't quite tell.

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