Or, First World Troubles
1) Speedway commercials. They are NOT "convenient stores" - they are GAS STATIONS. GAS STATIONS. PETROL STATIONS. GAS STATIONS. Stop calling them "Stores". They are GAS STATIONS. With a few chips and sodas.
2) Comcast. Ok, yes, I realize that the high winds knocked down power lines, the only entrance/egress from my subdivision was closed. Yes, there was a power failure in my condo. Yes, my microwave was flashing "RESET" when I finally got home at 7 bloody 45 last nite. So how come it takes you like EIGHT FREAKING HOURS to reset your DNS server so that we poor internet junkies can get our before-bedtime-fix?
3) Honking Asshats. Honk. Honk... and they're not Canadian Geese - they are asshats behind the wheel - generally behind the wheel of SUV's (Soccer-Mom-Mobiles). This morning the Asshat Of The Day was driving a grey Chevy SUV - and wearing a wife-beater t-shirt, smoking and honking and being a dick. Where the holy fuck are the cops when we need them?
OTOH - the baby's quilt top is almost finished. I have only 1 row of border to put on the outside and then it will be ready for the frame. Need to get Kal's done now ASAP!