Surreality TV

What the hell is wrong with you? I don't need an exhaustive list, I just need to know WHY installing Sametime causes my machine to use THREE HUNDRED MEGABYTES of additional memory. That's before I even start it. It's a fucking IM client. Please explain to me why I shouldn't firebomb whatever part of your organization is responsible for this travesty with extreme prejudice. Soon. This Enya track won't last for much longer, and them I'm going to start getting really pissed.

What exactly is wrong with you?



Why the hell does iTunes need a full core and then some to PLAY AN MP3 FILE? What fucking crack are you people on?

What exactly is wrong with you?



Why the hell does iTunes need a full core and then some to PLAY AN MP3 FILE? What fucking crack are you people on?

I will take an aggressive, but predictable, asshole to share the road with over a panicky, and consequently random, driver any day of the week.

Dear People Who Are Afraid of All the Other Cars On the Road With You:

Don't leave your driveway. Ever.

XOM makes more in profit EVERY DAY than most families will earn over the course of ten generations. They now have unlimited influence. Have a nice day.

XOM makes more in profit EVERY DAY than most families will earn over the course of ten generations. They now have unlimited influence. Have a nice day.

To paraphrase a comment from his original journal entry:

Eastern European Hot Chick: 1

Washed Up Teen Idol Fundy: 0

I don't post much about my commute anymore. What used to be surreal to me is now so normal that not only am I not surprised when someone tries to kill me with their Escalade, I expect it and make sure they understand in advance that I'm the bigger asshole and that I will not be intimidated by their random foray into a lane I already inhabit. This really is my daily commute. Usually both morning and afternoon. Aggressive asshole with no regard for their self or anyone else is just your average DC area driver. Unless there is water from the sky involved, in which case you can add panicky into the mix, making for even more extreme fun.

I expect that sort of behavior from folks in over sized SUVs who think they're god, but lately, I've been getting it from bicyclists. I hate to rain on their parade, but their twenty five pounds of steel and rubber plus their body weight isn't a match for a seventies era Honda Civic, much less modern cars that weigh three times that.

The most egregious example was back in February. I was on Lynn Street (one way, north) approaching the GW Parkway halfway around the blind curve that crosses Fort Myer Drive (one way, south) to the onramp (you can see the light over the bushes on approach, which is nice), when what's right there in front of me going the wrong way in the middle of the fucking road? An idiot on a bicycle of course. This moron didn't merely lack enlightened self interest, he was actively doing shit counter to his very survival. That I didn't hit him was purely due to the fact that there was no car in the lane to my right so I had somewhere to go, because I sure as fuck didn't have time to stop.

If I'd hit that asshole, he'd have been lucky to live. In the process there's a good chance he'd have come through my windshield, potentially killing me in the process. And of course, bicyclists don't have insurance, so assuming no one actually died, my insurance would have had to cover all expenses, leaving me pretty much fucked.

That was pretty much the last time I gave a fuck about a commuter on a bicycle; the idiocy has continued unabated, but usually not quite at that level of suicidally stupid. They can all die in a fucking fire for all I care at this point, and won't be missed. As long as they don't get in my way it's no longer any concern of mine. Their sense of entitlement won't save them when momentum turns them into roadkill.

I don't post much about my commute anymore. What used to be surreal to me is now so normal that not only am I not surprised when someone tries to kill me with their Escalade, I expect it and make sure they understand in advance that I'm the bigger asshole and that I will not be intimidated by their random foray into a lane I already inhabit. This really is my daily commute. Usually both morning and afternoon. Aggressive asshole with no regard for their self or anyone else is just your average DC area driver. Unless there is water from the sky involved, in which case you can add panicky into the mix, making for even more extreme fun.

I expect that sort of behavior from folks in over sized SUVs who think they're god, but lately, I've been getting it from bicyclists. I hate to rain on their parade, but their twenty five pounds of steel and rubber plus their body weight isn't a match for a seventies era Honda Civic, much less modern cars that weigh three times that.

The most egregious example was back in February. I was on Lynn Street (one way, north) approaching the GW Parkway halfway around the blind curve that crosses Fort Myer Drive (one way, south) to the onramp (you can see the light over the bushes on approach, which is nice), when what's right there in front of me going the wrong way in the middle of the fucking road? An idiot on a bicycle of course. This moron didn't merely lack enlightened self interest, he was actively doing shit counter to his very survival. That I didn't hit him was purely due to the fact that there was no car in the lane to my right so I had somewhere to go, because I sure as fuck didn't have time to stop.

If I'd hit that asshole, he'd have been lucky to live. In the process there's a good chance he'd have come through my windshield, potentially killing me in the process. And of course, bicyclists don't have insurance, so assuming no one actually died, my insurance would have had to cover all expenses, leaving me pretty much fucked.

That was pretty much the last time I gave a fuck about a commuter on a bicycle; the idiocy has continued unabated, but usually not quite at that level of suicidally stupid. They can all die in a fucking fire for all I care at this point, and won't be missed. As long as they don't get in my way it's no longer any concern of mine. Their sense of entitlement won't save them when momentum turns them into roadkill.

Not just the planet, but the division with respect to GM apparently. I wasn't aware that Saturn had come to be viewed as toxic to GM. During the mid 90s, when GM was last facing financial collapse, Saturn was the only part of the company making money. Of course, back then Saturn was building small, quirky, efficient, and reliable cars that people wanted to buy, and had an emphasis on customer service that was only outdone by companies that sold cars for five times the price. Seems to me that maybe there's a lesson to be learned in there, but I don't expect the over educated idiots that are the modern corporate execs at most companies in the US today to notice, much less, learn it.