There are way too many rant pages on the Internet!
But of course, I wouldn't be able to rant about that unless I had my own. Consider it a sinkhole for my anger.
And since I can't be bitter all the time, I'll pepper these pages with a few odd things I notice in life, too.
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April 23
I don't know, historically, what led up to drivers sitting on the left side of our vehicles in America and I certainly don't know what form of logic caused us to subsequently choose to drive on the right side of the road, but it couldn't have been a dumber choice. And just to ensure that the idiocy is consistent in other parts of the world, if you're sitting on the right side of the car, then you're driving on the left side of the road.

Tell me in a head-on collision caused by one driver swerving too far into the oncoming lane, where's the worst possible place to be sitting? In one of the most dangerous types of car wrecks, the drivers are headed directly for each other's bodies!

In large-scale, above-ground mining operations, they employ rules of driving that actually make sense. Drivers of oversized dump trucks sit on the left side of the vehicle, yet drive on the left side of the road. If one driver were to misjudge his trajectory, resulting in head-on contact with an approaching vehicle, neither driver is directly involved in the impact! What a concept!

I think I'll have my Altima flown over to England and live there a while to test out this concept under normal commuting conditions. Then again, I could just drive on the opposite side of the road here I really don't think anyone would notice.

April 15
My birthday was today. Of course, I've had enough of them now that it doesn't seem to be a very big deal.

The only problem, though, is that every few years like today my birthday happens to fall on Easter. So, unfortunately, it kind of gets overlooked. After all, it's been Easter a lot longer than I've had a birthday. Hell, it's been Tax Day longer than I've had a birthday. Oh, and the anniversary of the day the Titanic sank. And I once read somewhere that it was Ronald McDonald's birthday, too...

Anyway, with all the Easter stuff going on church, family dinners, hunting for eggs everybody's too busy to take me out and get me drunk.

But, I suppose I can't complain too much. After all, my nephew's birthday is on Christmas Eve. And that's every year.

April 7
I don't know what was going on downtown this morning, although from what I could see, it looked like some sort of marathon. Now, I wish them all the luck in the world with whatever they were running for (although, I believe that if God had meant for us to run, he would have given us all a pack of hyenas to chase us), but why the hell did I have to be woken up at 8:45 AM by a 20-minute marching-band percussion solo?

I guess what really pisses me off, though, is that there were no Saturday-morning cartoons on.

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