10 January 2008

Intelligent Pedestrians and Government Advertising

So there's this television advertisement on at the moment, for the Transport Accident Authority or whatever it's called at the moment. It's trying to educate people that driving faster than the posted speed limit decreases your ability to stop your vehicle in time if there's an emergency up ahead. Which is fair enough too. The faster you're travelling, the longer your braking distance will be.

The advertisement is all Matrix-like with lots of super slow motion of a young woman crossing the road and being struck by a car doing 65km/h (40mph). She flies up, lands hard on the road and so on. Then the dude doing the whole God-like walk around the car tells us that if the car was only travelling at 60km/h (37mph) - the posted limit on this death-trap of a road - she'd still be hit, but would only be slightly injured.

Now, that's all very well, but it ignores a number of things. The environment the accident is in is well lit (middle of the day in fact), no major obstacles to block the driver's vision of the road and surroundings ahead and his car is reasonably late-model, indicating its braking abilities shouldn't be (too badly) impaired. If the driver was watching and was alert, he would've noticed the woman absent-mindedly stepping out onto the road in front of him. Or at least, would've seen her approaching the road, and would be prepared. You know, ease off the accelerator and maybe move a little over away from the side of the road, get his hand ready on the horn if necessary.

No, he barrels on through her; she hurtles through the air, lots of little slow-mo drops of blood and stuff (but no exposed flesh or bones; have these people never seen a real accident??) and she's motionless on the ground.

If his car was well chosen when buying it, he'd possibly have ABS and would be able to swerve around her (assuming his reactions were OK, and he was looking ahead as per the previous paragraph). At would certainly assist him in pulling his car up quickly. I avoided an accident about seven or eight years ago because the car I was in had ABS. I was able to keep control of the vehicle and move around the car reversing out of a blind driveway. If I was in my normal car at the time, they'd be winching my car out of the ditch on the other side of the road.

Anyway, if he had a properly equipped car (ABS should be fucking mandatory - are you listening, new Australian Government?), was watching the environment ahead of him and knew how to prepare for an accident with a pedestrian, he could've avoided the accident all together. The woman crossing the road would be unhurt but scared shitless and we'd all live happily ever after.

Then again, if the idiot woman crossing the road stopped and looked before she crossed the road, she'd see the car coming down the road and would wait till he was clear before she crossed. None of this would've happened, she'd be none the wiser, driver would be closer to his destination and the force would be in balance once more.

I'm not saying speeding is ok. It's not. I'm guilty of it, and it's something I'm working on. But to not lay any blame whatsoever on the moron crossing the road without due care is plainly dumb. Stupid. Fucked up. You call it what you like. Some of us know how to drive, and how to keep others in mind while we're out there. I keep watch (as best I can) on the cars around me, cars on the side of the road, pulling out of side streets, cyclists and pedestrians anywhere around me, particularly ahead of me. You never know what they're likely to do or what they might have to do to avoid their own little bingle.

It's high time the authorities put their advertising money into educating people about the correct way to cross a damn road. Not on how to curtail drivers for not being able to predict some clown's lack of brain function.

Here endeth the rant.

10 December 2007

dun dun.... DUNN!

3 December 2007

Dribbbbbles

So it's Monday afternoon. Yet another week down, and only two and a half till I finish the year and take an enforced three week holiday. Seems work is closing down and no one will be working over that time.

This is new to me, as my previous two jobs allowed me to work through (other than the public holidays). That way I could take holidays further into the new year. This was, I'm going to be short about three and a half days. And I want to take two days off in late February. So it'll be October before I have another three weeks of annual leave up my sleeve. By which time, it'll almost be time to start preparing to take more time off (no doubt) over Christmas! Vicious bloody circle... Oh well, not much I can do about it. I asked about the possibility of coming back a week early, but it seems no one else will be around to let me in.

In other work news, I'm going to Milan next year for the International Furniture Design Fair in April. I can't wait - I've never been overseas. Hell I don't even have a passport yet! But that's in the works. It's already down to five months till we leave - so much to do...

I bought my ticket to Dream Theater's Adelaide concert on Friday - I'll be all dorky and post a photo of the ticket when I receive it. :-)

I had something else that I wanted to type about, but it escapes me right now. No doubt it'll return to me at about 4am tomorrow! Grrr.

---EDIT---

I remember! Time for a little grumble (surprise surprise).

I have a slight issue with Myspace. I pretty much only use it to keep track of what my favourite bands are doing, seeing as every man and his dog is on there. When Dream Theater announced their Australian tour, I was able to control myself just long enough to post a comment on their page, saying how rabidly excited I was. The next day I logged in to find no less than twelve bands had seen my comment and requested to be my friend. Uhhh no thanks. I admit to taking  lot of joy in hitting Deny to each one of them, including the dodgy looking mullet-armed German dude who looked like he was stuck in an endless early-90s Skid Row fantasy. You're no Sebastian Bach, champ.

Seriously, I don't care about your two-bit busted-arse band. If I liked your music, you'd already be a friend. I'm well and truly over Myspace members' fascination with needing to have four hundred and sixty seven thousand friends. Leave me out of it.

23 November 2007

Our Little Idiot...

...Enjoying her favourite pastime. Until I decide to annoy her. ;-)