By relikpL

Blow off some steam brotha, go for it.


5 Responses to “vent”

  1. 1 condiesel
    May 13, 2008 at 4:04 pm

    I hate it when:

    Those patronizing assholes on radio stations think they’re so damn clever when they play “I can see clearly now” after it stops raining. The ingenuity of such highbrow DJing stems from the fact that it stopped raining in REAL LIFE and it also stopped raining IN THIS SHITTY SONG! omgx0rs tehy r so smrat!!!1! They expect me to be blown away by their brilliance, but instead I’m staring at my radio like a shit chucking ape and almost grease a convalescent patient on the sidewalk. Thanks a bunch, jack anuses.

    Try it. Next time it stops raining and the sun is out and it’s a beautiful day(usually after 3 or more days of rain) try stepping into a supermarket or flip on the radio and see if that song isn’t thrust upon you. It happens a lot more often than you’d think.

    For your reference:

    It’s not even necessarily a bad song, I just don’t appreciate the evil it has been used for. I submit that this song should only be played when it’s snowing.

  2. 2 condiesel
    May 13, 2008 at 4:12 pm

    I hate it when:

    I’m standing at the crosswalk for about a minute, having obviously pressed the crosswalk button, and people push right past me to push the button themselves. This would be socially acceptable if the people were age six and under. There are also people who think if they push the button 100 times in a minute, then it will turn green faster. These people are misinformed.

    To quote someone much smarter than me:

    “Kindly jump out of a plane and land anus first on Winchester Spire.”

  3. May 13, 2008 at 5:32 pm


    If I could, I would design a car that would only allow a certain number of driving errors and violations before refusing to start up for the driver. I would also design it to say, in a robotic or australian accent, or a combination of the two: “You are not driving today” or “Learn to drive”.
    I consider myself a good driver. Ever since I was a little boy, I’ve been fascinated with cars, particularly the driving aspect. I was a observant little fella. So obviously when I grew up and obtained my license, I was good, a natural on the streets without those akward jerks and anxious looks. As good of a driver as I might be, I do, however, have what one could consider a flaw.
    Let me preface this by saying that having spent countless hours sitting shotgun next to my grandpa was a tremendous benefit, but it came at a cost. Nobody was more hot-headed in traffic than my Polish grandfather from Nowy Sacz. It really takes some skill and balls to navigate the streets of Poland. You have to be aggressive and my grandpa embodied that notion. He literally demoralized other drivers, not by cutting them off or other childsplay that drivers in LA prefer, but by pulling up or getting out and roaring at them, questioning their poor decision making. Now imagine this coming from a 6’4″ man with a booming voice and hands the size of watermelons. He was no joke, and his “interragations” made many feel a fool. Was this excessive, sure, but nonetheless effective and amusing. My grandpa and I always had a good laugh after he schooled a rookie behind the wheel.
    That rage dwells within me as well. I am weary of verbally going off on drivers in LA, because it is LA, so I unleash my fury by forcing others to react, and if I succeed, it usually involves them breaking the law. There are so many pathetic drivers here that impede the flow of traffic because they drive too slow or too conservatively. I consider such drivers the bane of automotive technology and a danger to society. If I could get them off the streets for at least a day, I would. A classic example of what I do to force a driver into a moving violation, is pass them and merge into their lane shortly before an intersection, hoping for the light to turn yellow. At that point I stop accelerating and look in the rearview mirror. The slow, oblivious driver’s natural instinct is to run the yellow, only it turns red. Hopefully cameras flash or a cop is around trying to meet his/her quota. An easy setup, nobody gets hurt. The driver is left to contemplate his/her actions and I get my satisfation.
    Excessive? Sure. Malicious? No, as I’m not trying to hurt anybody. It’s just another form of schooling a driver that is much more sophisticated than cutting somebody off or giving them the middle finger.
    A violation here and there and the driver is banned from the streets for a reasonable period. “Today, Sir, you are off the streets”.


  4. 4 thewhiterocket
    May 13, 2008 at 6:26 pm

    Mike what about all those countless free lessons you have gotten from me on how to drive better? I cant believe you didnt mention that at all, or is their a sequel to this rant that I can look forward to.

  5. 5 refuge1
    July 2, 2008 at 3:57 pm

    I’m venting: ROAR!

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