In the Mood for a Rant

Yep. That's right. I'm in the mood to rant. The problem is, there are so many things to rant about, I can't decide which one to pick this morning.

I could rant about the news that Obama plans on creating yet another government department. "The country's in recession... I know, I'll create a new way to spend the taxpayers' money!" Umm, Mr. President? No thanks. And if you ask me, I could show you some other departments we taxpayers can do without.

Or I could rant about the heat. Yeah, I know it's summer, but I'm not big on winter either. Extremes in either direction suck. I'm a fan of Spring and Fall. That's why I dreamed of living in Seattle when I was going to college. I heard somewhere that the temperatures are mid-range there all year. Yay.

Then again, I could spend some time ranting about the overwhelming press coverage of Michael Jackson's death. He was an icon. He died. Get over it. I'm not trying to be cruel. I liked Jackson (pre-freakazoid stage). But if I see the Thriller video one more time, I'm going to scream. If you watch TV during the day, it's been on at least a dozen times since he died. The first dozen times I watched it in the 80's was enough, thank you very much. Add in the stream of Beat it and every other song he ever sang, and I just want to crawl into a hole.

And what about the other four celebrities who died recently? David Carradine was a cultural icon. (Ahhhh, grasshopper. Take the pebble from my hand.) So was Ed McMahon. Farrah's getting a bit more press after her death, but then again, the world knew that was coming. And Billy Mays? Okay, well... sure, he wasn't as famous as the others, but he's in every television-owning home every day. His fame was more recent. Shouldn't he get some face time?

And another thing. What the hell is it with death this year? The Grim Reaper's been busy. He took my good friend back in May. He took my brother-in-law's grandfather yesterday. Take a break, big guy. Hell, he even took my favorite stray - yes, it was Mama Kitty who was killed. Asshole.

Now that I'm rolling, I'd want to take a moment to refresh my rant about noisy people. Turn the damn radio down! I mean, seriously. Do you really need to pump out the bass on your way to work? I'd think you'd all be too hung over to want the music that loud. :snerk:

Can I take a moment to vent about personal space? If you're in a store, give a woman at least a couple feet, will ya? Sure, I was chatting with the cashier while you were behind me, but she was still scanning my items. Creeping up my ass isn't going to get her moving faster, and it sure as hell isn't going to hurry me up at all. If I'd thrown an elbow, you'd have been toast. (I think about doing things like that, but I'm never actually going to do it. Unless I snap, of course.)

And please PLEASE don't brush up against me. That's just creepy. Accidental touching is okay, but if there's room enough to get around me in the grocery aisle, do so. Turn sideways like normal people. Or say 'excuse me'. I'll move. Really I will. Don't just push your way through. I don't know where you've been. Eww.

On the other hand, if you're taking up the whole damn aisle, and I say 'excuse me', don't just stand there, ignoring me while you look at tomato juice. I only want to get to the apple juice two feet past where you're loitering. I'd love to give you an elbow to the breadbasket, but I'm too nice. Instead, I will walk all the way down another aisle and back up the aisle you're standing in to get what I want. And I'll bitch the whole way. So there. =op

:deep breath:

Ahhh, that feels so much better. Anything you'd like to get off your chest today?