No gnus is good gnus

Hi kids,

Not much to report here, unless you count moving into a new house as news. We're back up and on the net again, catching up on a lot of old email and trying to figure out where to put all the furniture that was purchased for the last two houses. I'm happy to report the new place won't need a lot of work (although it came with a lot of "want to" work) but I had forgotten how much setting up is involved when moving into a new place. What's really sad is that we've probably only moved about 2/3 of our junk from the old place and I'm ready to watch the old place burn, remaining contents and all. We'd thought about keeping it as a rental, but I can't get it on the market fast enough. Only problem with the plan is, it will probably take a good year to make it ready for anyone but a demolition crew.

Anyhoo, I've had some fun post ideas lately, but haven't had the time to write them up. One involves exploring the phenomena of having a car so cool that the driver doesn't need to be... and all the ways to make a car cool, you know, like having one of the "piss on ______" stickers in the back window, or a spoiler to keep the ass end on the ground at high speeds even though the vehicle in question doesn't even have half the power to achieve those speeds... or playing music so loud with the windows down that everyone gets to hear just how crappy the speakers really are... vanity plates with spellings so clever no one knows what they're supposed to say but you and your idiot friends... you know, COOL stuff like that.

I'm also ready to just vent violently about the dropping of the concept of the left lane being the passing lane from driver's ed programs. I am quickly understanding how road rage develops. I followed a fella doing 60 in the left lane for about 15 miles the other day. He was pulling a large boat with a small truck. The combination probably shouldn't even have been on a highway, let alone in the left lane. When I, and the other 40 cars behind him finally passed him on the right, I pulled back into the left lane and just coasted uphill until I slowed down to about 30. I had hoped he might get the idea of what it's like to be stuck in the PASSING lane behind someone going way too slow. Instead, he began flashing his lights and honking at me. It apparently never occurred to him to cruise on over into the CRUISING lane. Since my message was clearly not received, I drove off at the posted speed limit and pulled well away from him as I moved back into the right lane. You'd think with all the idiots from the right who continue to pretend Bush is worthy of leading this once great nation, more people would want to drive on the right as is the custom in this country, but alas, it's just one more contradiction I'll never understand.

OK, enough for now. I REALLY don't have time for this.

Luth,
Out.