I really feel I need to point something out. They paint the lines on the road for a freakin’ reason. They’re called “lanes,” and, generally speaking you should f*cking stay in yours. A “special” type of lane is called a “left turn” lane. The purpose of this kind of lane is so you can stay out of my f*cking way while you’re waiting to turn. Just because you’re stupid enough to insist on turning left during rush hour doesn’t mean I should be punished for it. I’m just trying to get to the store to buy the beer that makes my life worth living. While we’re at it, you know what? If you’re in the wrong lane, just bite the bullet and keep going until you find a place to turn around. This is how you learn to get in the correct land ahead of time. Don’t sit there in the right turn lane with your f*cking left turn signal blinking away, holding up everybody behind you. It’s not their fault you’re an idiot, and nobody in the left lane owes you a goddamn thing. I’ll cut you some slack if you’re trying to merge into traffic at an on-ramp or from a gas station or whatever, but if it’s your screw-up then take responsibility for your actions.

Yesterday it was sunny here, with temperatures in the upper 30’s (the first time we’ve seen 30 degrees since New Years’ Day). My driveway is down to bare pavement again. I don’t think you folks who live where the weather is nice all the time can really appreciate a beautiful day the way we can. Hopefully this warm stuff won’t last too long; things get kind of ugly looking this time of year when there’s no snow.

Today’s my dad’s birthday. He’d be 90 today, except for that whole being dead for the past 15 years or so. To celebrate, we’re having a national holiday in his honor on Monday. Pretty cool, eh?