A drunken thought…

I can totally see better with one eye closed right now.

Idiot Traffic Lights do exist.

We should all go green.

I know traffic lights are a pet peeve to almost anybody who has had the pleasure of getting on a Highway.  Red lights often make me a reminisce to my first days behind the wheel.  When approaching a red light I would use this as an opportunity to see if my telekinetic powers had kicked in yet; I tried to make the light turn green using my brilliant and unwavering concentration.   Thanks for wasting my time, Matilda.

Today I was running a little late for a lunch date, which I can’t say is unusual for me.   When I finally arrived I apologized and said “I would have been here on time if the idiot traffic lights would get their act together.”  With a smirk he replied he wasn’t aware that traffic lights possessed the ability to be idiots.

Well, I will have you know that traffic lights can most certainly be idiots.  It is a simple concept, actually.

An Idiot Traffic Light is any traffic light that isn’t green when I get there.

I am the human, you are the robot.

This is going to be a short, spontaneous, i-really-want-to-punch-something-right-now, kind of post.

So, here I am visiting a few other blogs from various hosting sites and for the most part it’s not an issue to comment on blogspot with a wordpress ID.  But recently,  it’s been an hellacious experience. Every time I try to respond to a post I get one of those irritating ‘Prove that you are not a Robot by entering the image below.”  When they first started using this tactic to filter out unwanted visitors it wasn’t so bad.  But now it seems like these images are damn near impossible to read!  On the umpteenth attempt to get this dang letter/number combination, nonsense correct I am getting very close to my boiling point!

Robots are laughing at your inability to decipher this image.

What I see is: estisb alleg.

or is it: estisib aueg.

Well, the human race will never know because it only gives you one chance to get it right before changing it to some other neanderthal, top secret, classified rubbish.

My eye sight is fine. Your image is fucked. How about I stab you in the face to prove I am not a Robot?

The truth is, there is a problem when I waste even 5 minutes of my day trying to prove to a computer that I am a human.

What’s the Problem?

What’s wrong with the world today? I’ll give you a hint — it’s not the hole in the Ozone Layer.

The truth is, it’s the people.