Sick things in cars/Rotate 'round my stars

Was yesterday Idiots on the Road Day? Did I miss the memo? Not once, but twice I saw people with their turn signals blinking either turn the opposite direction or change lanes to the one opposite their signal. Is this a horrible new game motorists are playing? Then there was the moron in the HUGE FUCKING PICKUP TRUCK. You know the kind, quad cab, large tires, sits higher than even those obnoxious SUVs. He's either blathering on his phone or a complete shithead while he's backing out of his driveway nearly into my car. I gritted my teeth and waited for the crunch while hoping my forward momentum was enough to get me past his idiocy. Thankfully, it did, but I now I hate that guy and I know exactly where he lives.

Has anyone else seen that stupid commercial for the SUV with the rear camera dealie? The one where the idiot has a neighborhood reputation for hitting parked cars, trees, trash cans and such? Then he gets the new 2007 BLUNDERBUSS SUV with a rear camera and can now park flawlessly. Uh, how about getting a fucking car you can actually see out the back fucking window, you fucking douchewads? *rolls eyes*

I'm also sorely tempted to make up a flyer I can leave under the wiper blades of the complete fucktards who park in the same garage as I do. "You must be one of the delusional 28% who still support the idiot in the White House if you think your half-ton pickup/gargantuan SUV/full-sized sedan (circle one) is a compact car. Go flip this ugly, planet killing behemoth into Lake Pontchartrain. No love, Sane Parkers Everywhere"

How could anyone who has ever been in so-called "rush hour" traffic doubt that overpopulation exists? If sitting bumper-to-bumper for interminable stretches of road or street with others trying to claw their way to jobs they don't like doesn't convince you, your elevator must not make it to the top floor. In fact, most of my friends' elevators tend to be express elevators to the penthouse when it comes to dealing with serious issues of the day. I have a few who cling stubbornly to their horse-and-buggy thinking, but they're coming around.

No mattress today. The store called yesterday and said it wasn't on their delivery truck. They're expecting it next Tuesday and we should have it on Wednesday. They already waived the removal fee for the old one. If there are any additional delays, I'm going to ask for a discount off the price for the inconvenience. Meh.

Who ordered this heat wave?

That's right: all the fucktards who didn't pay any attention to the problem twenty years ago when it would have been a damned sight easier to fix. I am cranky and crabby from trying to clean house in this heat. I've got the A/C cranked down low, but that's not enough. I'll be lucky to only have to take two showers today. It's looking like a three-shower day to me.

Pete just left a few minutes ago. I'm ashamed to admit this, but you are my friends and you already know I'm a nutjob. The new neighbor was telling me how she noticed some guy frequently sitting in his truck on the corner working on his computer. I told her that he was probably wardriving and stealing someone's connection. Then I got to thinking: is my network all that secure? I had assumed it was because the antenna on the router has been broken ever since I got it (a hand-me-down from the Neutral Ground). Pete brought his laptop by because it has a wireless card. Lo and behold, he could connect easily to it. Granted he was five feet away from it, but I didn't like that a bit. I got the book out, renamed the network to FuckOff, secured it with password access and now I feel my geek cred returning. The lesson: don't assume that a broken antenna means a device can't receive some signal.

Back to the housework. I've almost gotten the downstairs carpet vacuumed with nice-smelling carpet fresh powder. I can only deal with housework in half-hour chunks then I have to take a break.