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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December 2001 Previous Rants:  
December 25
I got a DVD player! Woohoo!

In your face, Amish!

December 18
Sometimes the smallest things bug me. I really don't know how I get through the day.

Lately, it's been the habit of many to refer to the recent terror incidents as nine one one. I flinch every time I hear it. Nine one one is not a date; it's the number you call when a guy in Groucho Marx glasses is lurking outside your bathroom window.

Nine eleven I find perfectly acceptable. But, nobody pronounces a date by listing the digits. The coincidental similarity between the now-infamous date and the emergency telephone number seems to have spawned a term that I guarantee would not exist if the attacks had occurred a day later. I'm positive nobody would refer to anything as nine one two.

And the glasses I have to wear. Just the nose and mustache are fake.

December 16
You know, I don't think I've ever actually set coffee on my coffee table.

I think I'll start calling it my nacho table.

The Ansel Adams Autobiography will be my nacho-table book.

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