Yeah, I know it’s a tired subject, but when I start hearing Christmas songs, catching Christmas TV ads and seeing yards adorned with cheesy wire-mesh animatronic deer, all before Thanksgiving has arrived, I tend to lose my shit a bit. I’m not even going to start about the depths to which people will sink when decorating their houses. And don’t even get me going about those retarded inflatable decorations that are now available for every damn holiday imaginable (I won’t even link to the fuckers). I went out to the store tonight and saw a bunch of houses garishly decorated on the way. In the store, they were playing Christmas music over the speakers. And me? I’m still getting the tryptophan out of my system. (more…)

For many years now, Interstate 95 was considered the primary route for illegal handgun trafficking into Massachusetts. Someone would buy a bunch of guns from a dealer in Virginia, drive them up 95, and sell them to criminals in states like MA and cities like NYC. Now, however, Boston is looking to the North in an effort to blame the rise in gun crime on anyone but themselves. See, Massachusetts has the same reaction to the problem of gun crime that the federal government has about the war on drugs: when told that their war is unwinnable, they close their eyes, cover their ears with their hands, shake their heads and yell, “NANANANANANANANA I CAN’T HEAR YOU NANANANANANANANA”. (more…)

Ok, so I’ve tried to hold off on the ranting a bit, but this whole Sony rootkit bullshit has got me a bit riled. There is not much, however, that hasn’t already been said about this assault on consumers. So if you own one of these CDs, I’d recommend reading a bit more about what has infected your machine, especially since virus writers are already using this fancy tool to assist with their retarded hobby. Oh, and if you’re looking for an entertaining license agreement that effectively steps on a consumer’s throat and jabs them in the eye with a red-hot poker, make sure you check out Sony’s EULA that comes packaged with their infected CDs. So I’m officially joining the call to Boycott Sony, and urge anyone who would rather not infect their PCs with rootkits that track what you do on your system and send the data off to the company when you simply try to use a product you purchased to do the same. Oh, and by the way: Sony’s use of DRM to hack into your system has done nothing to stop the piracy of the CDs in question.

Part of the new job duties is that I’m occasionally scheduled to work shift duty on Saturdays. Working this shift means one gets the next Monday off, so I still get 2 days off as a pseudo-weekend and the previous 6-day week is balanced by the promise of a 4-day week to follow. Of course I hadn’t been copied on the schedule and, being the new guy, didn’t even know that there was one (or that I’d been scheduled). Luckily one of my coworkers noticed I was scheduled for this past Saturday and let me know Friday morning. (more…)

I need to take a break from ranting about the way things are. I could spend all my time bitching about how corrupt and degenerate we all are and it wouldn’t make a lick of difference. I could also spend all my time championing to cause of those we are wont to forget, but no one would really notice. Besides, there are people who do it better.

All I know is that it snowed Saturday, but I’ve been riding the motorcycle to work this week. As much as I enjoy the cold (no sarcasm, I really do prefer cold weather to hot), I don’t mind extending the riding season by a week or two. I said I’d keep the bike on the road until the snow flies, but that’s a promise I’m willing to break. I ordered my cold-weather gloves from Foxcreek Leather and am giving serious thought to ordering some chaps to extend my riding season a bit more. I may hold off on that last one though, and not just because certain people I know might make some choice comments about the hairy guy in assless chaps, but because I don’t have a place to store my bike and have to mooch off friends and relatives. It makes it a little more challenging to drive 45 minutes in the midst of a nice winter day in order to ask a friend to haul a bunch of shit out of their garage so I might get my bike out for a 3 hour cruise (assuming sand on the roads doesn’t try to make me eat my own face again).

Anywho, the weather is nice and I’m going to enjoy the bike while I can. I’m sure something will punch my buttons again and I’ll get back to the ranting soon enough.