the physics of traffic jams
My last post was so gushing about Alias that I forgot to say that:
1. This morning, while I was in line for tea, I saw one of the waitstaff from the tea bar sneak in the back with a tray of Starbucks drinks.
2. I had an idea for Blue Crush fanfic, of all things: Anne-Marie Chadwick goes out on the circuit and runs into Keala Kennelly again. Yeah, this is what happens when I watch surfing documentaries.
3. I also kind of want to write a story where Rodney McKay has an early-in-his-career job as a researcher observing traffic flow on major roadways, and then he develops this brilliant theory which will explain traffic jams that happen for no discernible reason, only to discover the hole in his theory is that he hasn't taken into account the unpredictability of the morning commuter.
1. This morning, while I was in line for tea, I saw one of the waitstaff from the tea bar sneak in the back with a tray of Starbucks drinks.
2. I had an idea for Blue Crush fanfic, of all things: Anne-Marie Chadwick goes out on the circuit and runs into Keala Kennelly again. Yeah, this is what happens when I watch surfing documentaries.
3. I also kind of want to write a story where Rodney McKay has an early-in-his-career job as a researcher observing traffic flow on major roadways, and then he develops this brilliant theory which will explain traffic jams that happen for no discernible reason, only to discover the hole in his theory is that he hasn't taken into account the unpredictability of the morning commuter.