There is a topic that does not often get the attention it deserves. In a world gone mad, when you can be exceeding the posted speed limit, and still be passed like you're standing still, the topic I am about to advance would not seem reasonable. My trip in from Watson should have borne out how the world should all slow down. However, that is not the basis of the suggestion I wish to present.

We all need to agree on a minimum speed limit.

I was being passed like a road sign on my drive in. Which I was going to blog about until I got to Circle Drive. Upon doing so, I was intercepted by this impossibly ignorant butt-wedge. I'm trying to merge into traffic, like you're supposed to do. And predictably, no one behaves like they should, and let me in. So there's a bit of drama getting into the lane. And now I'm behind a large truck who can not go fast off the line. So I signal and go into the left lane.

Well so do Joe Seventy Year Old. This IDIOT goes a whopping 60 kmh in the left lane. Nor can I go back in the right, because that's a solid line of traffic. So the whole endeavour is limited by the haul trucks and this jackass in his Buick.

Thus we need a minimum speed limit. If you're not willing to do 90% of the posted speed limit, then you need to stick to side streets. Otherwise you're a hazard to all that drive.

OFF THE ROAD SLOWPOKE!!!!!

A couple of things, as I sit here on a Thursday night.

Congratulations San Antonio. I was cheering for you. Not that I really wanted the Spurs to win as much as I didn't want the Pistons to lose. I'm not against the Pistons, but I was really cheering for the Miami Heat, and the Pistons. Go Shaq!!!

During the fourth quarter of an incredibly interesting basketball game, my satellite reciever decided to crap out. I have no idea what its issue was. I have had trouble with reception tonight, but that's because its blowing at about 100 km/h out there. I unplugged it, did some laundry, and then plugged it back in again. Everything was fine. Weird but otherwise non-consequential.

Why does Real Player have to be so insidious? When my reciever crapped out, I went to the internet to listen to the game live, via the web. Much props to the world for inventing the internet. That would have been impossible, 'back in the day'.

I've never listened to a basketball game on radio. It was kind of different. It really makes you notice how truly idiotic the color commentary can be for pro sports. San Antonio is up by 6 with 18 seconds to play and the bonehead color guy is talking about San Antonio having screwed up by using their last time out already. It doesn't matter! Detroit is not scoring 6 points in 18 seconds against that defence!

Back to Real Player. Of course, to listen over the internet I had to install Real Player. I don't recall the last time I felt that dirty. I just hate Real software. I'm constantly scared its running roughshod over my computer. The very first thing I did when the game ended was uninstall Real Player. I hope I suffer no long term issues.

So yes, I'm the Mayor of Loserville. I watched TV all night. How many of you can honestly say you did much better?

Toodles!!

Would golf be a more interesting TV sport if the players had to wear uniforms?

If you need me, I'll be the guy in the bathroom, he pants around his ankles, banging his head against the wall to distract from the burning sting in his ass.

Crap Conundrum:

When you have the worst experience in the washroom, that is when the plumbing chooses to be the most infuriating.

G&M Word Of The Day:

Craptacular

I need to go on the record with something.

If you stuff it, and wrap it with bacon, I'll eat chicken breast.