People who drive are idiots. Maybe it's because I was gifted with actual reflexes and a sharp ability to actually turn the round thing in front of me called a STEERING WHEEL, but I don't seem to feel the need to slow to a freakin crawl during rush hour in an effort to catch the red light. Ah! And then they sit through a third of the green light when it finally comes. I can hear them wondering about it:

The.................light.................is.................green.................I.................wonder.................what.................
that.................means.


Oh,.................maybe.................I.................should.................go.




How.................do.................I.................go?




Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............................ Oh.................yeah,.................the.................gas.

Memories of the Past

Don't you love how people who think they're speaking English butcher the language? For example, what the hell ELSE would you have a memory of, if not the past? "Past history" is another phrase that makes me yell at the tv.

Lately, it's been bugging me a log more than usual how people who grew up in this country can't make the simplest sounds, like putting a "d" on the end of the word "cold". For instance, "I was cole las' nigh'." Or maybe, not saying something like, "I seen him. They was with him." And I just heard, "This one's wrote on." ARGH.