rant

Yeah, it’s life, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.

Another yelling match this morning, more defiance, more feeling like a
shitty dad.

Doubleplus? It’s my 21st anniversary. Hi honey.

Not feeling so sure about the 22nd, at the moment, given how things are lately.

This was in my email today, and it (naturally) strikes a chord. I say naturally because, well, it’s Calvin:

Read on to see why this is timely…

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a little while ago, I smashed our Playstation II to pieces.

Am so proud.

Okay, I’ve gone past the point of ridiculousness. (and it’s crazy that I spelled that word without looking it up. For reals)

This week I’ve written a couple of NPR-ish posts about the evils of the world that bug me. And today, while I was driving back from grabbing a salad at lunch (to deal with The Fat), it struck me - I really do need to get over myself.

The world truly seems to be going to hell. I could provide links, or a list, like I have. Want some highlights? Housing market. Economy. Jobs overseas. Clinton won’t shut up so McCain’s gonna win this bastard. Gas prices. Peak oil. Food shortages. Climate change. Endangered wildlife. Endangered sex life. Getting the wrong fucking Sweeney Todd in the mail. Ozone or not Ozone. Hurricane season. Our stupid government (all of them). (really). Whether a 270 pound forty-three year old man was ever meant to tie on a pair of shoes and go running. Whether my car will make it another year. Whether my paycheck will cover groceries and gas and still allow me to be an ass and go to the movies.

See? All that shit. Fuck that shit.

It just went under the bridge. Oh, there will be more. Lots more. It will keep coming. But I’m sick of being a dick and wallowing over shit that I cannot control. If I can improve something - I will. I will try. (I know, Yoda said “There is no try, only do,” but then he supervised the building of Darth Vader, didn’t he?)

The world isn’t ending. At least, that’s what I tell my kids. (”Dad, I think the sun’s going to explode.” “No, honey, not today at least.”)

Maybe I should start acting like I believe it, too.

More hand wringing, perhaps, but this is one of those things that constantly bugs me and I can do absolutely nothing about it. So in order to let you glimpse another bit of my neurosis, I give you:

Our Arctic ice is melting.

There, I said it. I’m surrounded by people that insist there is no such thing as global warming, that it was all invented by “lefties” to push forward their tax-and-spend agenda, why did it snow so much if the earth is getting warmer, blah blah blah.

I’d love to tell them all to fuck off, but since I’m related to some of them, that isn’t very nice. So I try and needle them with pesky little “facts” once in a while, but they always have an answer.

How about this little bit?

WTF? You mean, after always having ice year round for say, the last million years or so, we’re looking at being ice free in the summer, and this is just normal? If I were to take a poll, right now in the room I am sitting in, out of the 100 people I bet the majority would insist it is normal, and there’s nothing we could do about it anyway. They probably have that last part right. The question is, what will this mean to everything else. The earth being like a giant rubik’s cube, where even if you get all the colors right on one side, chances are you’ll fuck up three or four other sides in the process.

Finally, this is not about being right. I hope to hell that my fears are unfounded, that the planet isn’t stricken with something akin to a cancer that we puny humans are powerless to treat. I really hope that ten years from now somebody will find this entry on google and come back and be able to honestly comment “see? Nothing to worry about, we’re all fine.” I really do.