Lane Merging Jags!

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Another guest blog while I have Hawaii sand in between my toes.

Today’s guest blogger:

Elizabeth Collura

Elizabeth Collura

I grew up in California. I’ve lived in Pittsburgh for 13 years, so I do consider myself a ‘burgher, but I lived in California first. You know what we have in California? Six-lane freeways. I’m talking six lanes in each direction of surging exhaust-spewing traffic.

And you know what people in that monstrosity of civil engineering are capable of accomplishing: MERGING.

For a city that prides itself on its friendly, approachable citizens, all that smiling all goes by the wayside once two lanes go down to one.  The concept is not particularly complicated.  If you are driving in the dominant lane, leave a little space in front of you, and you let one car merge.  If you are driving in the subservient lane, watch as the cars go right-left-right-left, and when it is your turn to merge do so. ONE car at a time.  And a friendly wave to the driver who let you in would not be too shabby.

Perhaps the narrow two-lane freeways leave you fearful that if you let a driver in, you will lose your spot and get forced off the road altogether? Or perhaps every car approaching construction carries a pregnant woman in hard labor? I would think that in a town of such friendly people, there would be some valid explanation for throwing all manners to the wayside when the time has come to combine lanes.

I still remain traumatized by a horrible post-Pirates game traffic situation.  I had the poor fortune to be leaving a theater performance at the same time the Bucs were letting out.  The garage was absolutely packed, with everyone heading impatiently toward the exit.  This particular garage had a spiral ramp, and as I was already driving in the spiral, I followed driving etiquette and, at each entrance, allowed a car to merge in.  On one floor, I let the next car mere in, and the subsequent car full of sopping drunk Buccos fans slammed on the gas, nearly sheared off the front of my car, and the driver leaned out the window and roared at me. I still don’t understand why, since I (unlike most everyone else in the dang garage) actually was letting drivers in. Pittsburgh, YR DOIN IT RONG.

Pittsburgh, lets let our friendly attitudes carry over into the driver’s seat.  Let folks move.. . .YA JAGOFF!

 

You should go see  BeezusKiddo here where Elizabeth blog regularly about adventures in Pittsburgh!

And follow Elizabeth on Twitter @BeezusKiddo

 

Yakkin’ With Ya Jagoff – The Pittsburgh Scarehouse

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Wednesday’s Yakkin’ With Ya Jagoff Episode

We are yakkin’ with Margee Kerr of the Scarehouse..a nationally recognized haunted house in the Etna area of Pittsburgh.  The Simmons family has a long history of scaring people.  I man-up with Mike Sorg (@sorgatron) and go through the Scarehouse.  While we can’t show much of the inside so we don’t spoil the haunt, you’ll see some interesting things in the video.

Get to the Scarehouse. Click the logo below to find their website.

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Special thanks again to Michael Sorg from Sorgatron Media for production help.

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Movie-Going Jagoffs

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OK.. the Ya Jagoff trip to Hawaii is on.  

I am presenting at the Hawaii Social Media Summit this week.  

So we have some awesome guest blogs this week!

Today’s by  Laurie Koozer works at University of Pittsburgh and blogs over at www.YinzrReadin.com.

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you may have noticed that our beloved city has become something of a big deal when it comes to movies.  When I went to see the awesome movie Gravity a few weeks ago, I felt all kinds of civic pride when a preview for an upcoming Stallone and DeNiro flick featured several shots of the city skyline and the McKees Rocks Bridge.

I was considerably less proud of my city, and humanity in general, about 45 minutes later when it sounded like the whole theater had broken out in conversation.

If you’ve seen Gravity then you know that this is the kind of movie that swings between deafeningly loud and devastatingly quiet with not much in-between.   Every time the volume got lower, I could hear the conversation between a mom and her elementary school age son sitting just behind us.  I, too, am the parent of an intensely curious child who questions everything.  I also know that there is a time and place to give detailed answers at full decibel and that a movie theater is not that place.  I paid $13 a pop to see Clooney and Bullock in space not listen to your theories on space debris or life inside a satellite!!

And it wasn’t just them, a few rows behind there was a couple chatting and a few rows below that some teenage girls were whispering louder than the crowd at the Pirates’ wild card win.

By the time the movie got to the quiet point where I was supposed to reflect on Bullock’s emotional plight, I was too busy being angry to concentrate.  Instead, I was seriously reflecting that hurdling through space seemed like a cakewalk compared to sitting in this theater and enduring one more minute of all this non-stop yakking!

Okay, so in the grand scheme of things, I know that talking in the movie theaters doesn’t really compare to space catastrophe but can anybody tell me what is so important and interesting that people can’t wait 90 minutes to tell somebody?  Unless you get a text that Sidney Crosby is eating dinner at the PF Changs next door or there is an asteroid coming to destroy the theater, it can wait!

There are already 17 million reminders at the beginning of the movie to turn off your cell phones, do we also need a few dozen reminders to shut the hell up?

Even if societal manners have degraded to the point where all the jagoffs are talking during the movie, I want to believe that Pittsburghers are better than that.

So prove me right and next time you go out to see a movie, just sit down, shut up and enjoy the show, YA JAGOFFS!!

 

Still clueless about proper theater etiquette?  Check out Laurie’s blog Yinz R Readin for some  pro tips on how to watch a movie

 

About Today’s Guest Blogger:

Laurie is the author of the Pittsburgh-centric novel What Happens on Sunday.

The ebook is available now on Amazon.  Click The Pic