Normally I don’t do a lot of ranting on this blog. The whole snark angle has been done to death more then jokes about shoes.

Don’t even get me started on that one. I had bits about shoes before they became weapons.

Anyways, today I’m in that kind of mood. The stupid snow storm that was supposed to show up early enough to give me an off day of work is late of course. There is no way I can call out even though I live a half hour away.

I can handle waiting on tables but snow days always bring out the weirdos. I do not know why this is but it has always been this way.

That is what I deal with. No not her but the people she is describing. Not sure if I would go with a song though but hey it works for her.

So instead of a fun afternoon of killing other people’s pixilated avatars in Guild Wars or playing a Super Villain in City of Villains (being single with no kids does have its benefits like more gaming time), I have to drive on a major snow-covered highway for twenty-five miles at 15-20 MPH, deal with crazies for six hours, then drive back home on the same highway, probably at the same speed.

I cannot wait.

I love how Blogger has that delay while it is loading the word verification thingy in people’s comment sections. You start writing your comment and then it fully loads which happens to be an entire new page. Either you lose what you wrote, or your computer reads the keystrokes as some macro command. All of a sudden you’ve paged back three websites.

And what the fuck is up with the word verification lately?

Phonetically, those letters are two syllables short of oral sex…or a few drinks. That old gag.

No pun intended. Speaking of contact sports…

Why do adults insist on wearing sports team jerseys? This is right up there with saying “we” won when in fact the team did. You sat on the couch and drank beer, smoked butts, and ate food. Those little people in the television set are the ones who actually had relevance in the outcome.

I know, I know if the jersey is ditched “we” won’t win anymore games and the team will pack up in the middle of the night and move to another city. This is why teams want to sell more of their merchandise: because the more people that wear say, New England Patriots jerseys, the greater their chances of winning the Super Bowl in 2009.

Logic is cool unlike some music from the 80′s.

I was never really into Pat Benatar, partly because she was as hot as Joan Jett, but mostly because her music is not my style. Still, I liked “Heartbreaker” but thanks to Guitar Hero and WalMart I will think of them every time I hear the song.

Now if you will excuse me I have to begin twenty minutes of steadfast prayer for a burst of heavy snow. I’ll do anything to get out of a crappy work shift, even believe in God.
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