fine whine

Enough damn haiku
cold March days make me cranky
I want to complain.

I want to complain about a whole bunch of stuff. I want to whine, and rant, bitch and moan. I want to get it all off my chest and then get the sun to rise and everything be happy.

So bear with me.

My cursed computer still won't hibernate, and it still crashes at random when I'm playing Vice city, particularly when I've worked at something for half an hour and could not save my progress. This is only a minor complaint.

Also minor is a complaint directed at myself: haikus? Not just haikus but highfalutin' "seasonal" haikus? For a week? I have to admit that I'm still torn about yesterday's (Snow falling on roads / who forgot to tell the sky / that this is mid-March?), wondering whether it should in fact be "clouds" and not "sky" in the second line. And then I realize, it's just a cheesy haiku. So on to the real meat and potatoes of this whole beef, as it were.

Speaking of beef, why haven't we heard anything new about mad cows and CJD? I doubt all of the prions or whatever they're called just up and disappeared. Dave Louthan is the only source of new information that I've bumped into in my searching, but so far that "searching" has only been confined to occasionally checking his pages. That said, I'm pretty much off the beef until I can figure out how to get me some prime Kobe cuts imported right to my dinner table. Then, Mr. Steak, we will have some words.

But it is not with words but sometimes a horn that I should express my displeasure with fellow drivers. Sure, I get a laugh when I see a license plate bearing  BLSS GOD  (isn't he the one supposed to be handing those out?) but I almost reach for that magical spot in the center of my wheel when I see something moronic like what somebody did in front of me just a block from my apartment. This guy, who had pulled out rather suddenly further down the road, turned right, as I did, onto a street with two lanes each way. He chose the lane closest to center; I took the closest to the curb. For a long time I was a big proponent of the school of Corresponding Lane, but lately I've given up on everybody else on the road. So to see him do that was not surprising in the least, but what he did next sure was. Within ten feet of the corner he slowed down and lumbered across my lane into a parking lot to the right of both of us. Of course my horn is only used in times of extreme frustration and accidental bumping (the wheel, not other cars) so I did nothing to show him my displeasure, but it irked me nonetheless. After all, had I been dialing a phone or checking my hair or eating a beef burrito at that very moment I could well have plowed right into the moron. I guess it's a good thing I've been avoiding the beef, no?

Now Spain. I'm not in the "I don't want to hear anything more about the train bombing" camp but fall more in with "I haven't heard enough but don't particularly care to search for it". I'm curious to know if this American War on Terrorism that has been waged is solely for terror against Americans, as I have not heard about any help being sent over the Atlantic to help track down these bombing bastards. That said, just because I haven't heard it doesn't mean it hasn't happened; my complaint is that I don't even care to check what's happening in the world outside of my quaint little city.

My quaint little city that devours so much of my car's gasoline, that is. Tonight I ended up doubling back not twice but a third time (well, part of a third) due to some bad planning and nasty weather. I dislike doubling back, even if I do get to do the majority of it around 70 MPH. It's the principle of the thing.

And what is the point of standing for principles when it really just means being stubborn? For this site to exist I pay very little to the friendly folks over at Digitalspace and have for more than several years, but all that time I've been putting up with the fact that I do not get a certain bit of information in my usage logs: namely the referrer field that shows what links, google searches and whatnot lead to my pages. For who knows how long I have just sat idly by, not wanting to cause a fuss or put too much into what is a minor matter, but have only now found out that by doing so I've missed out on that very information. By my doing nothing nobody's known that my account just needed to be reset. I wasn't sticking to any principles, per se, but just settling with a less than optimal situation. For that I am complaining.

Also on this site I've been getting more and more comment spammers, leaving their porn and growth hormone links and whatnot. They're bottom-feeders and they're really scraping the bottom of the barrel (to mix metaphors) to do it to my site, but still it bothers me to need to delete and ban them. One left today, though, made me chuckle somewhat:

Imitation is the sincerest form of television.

Whatever that means.
I am tired and cranky.
It's cold, too. Bedtime.