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    Perpetuating Asian stereotypes (he drives like crazy II)

    I’m thinking of abandoning the iRANT on MySpace. I don’t see the need for it anymore and I really don’t have the time to deal with it. I write for me–not for an audience. Friends, family, and loved ones often peek in to see what I’ve written. I’ve also managed to build up a small audience of strangers on MySpace. But I don’t need MySpace anymore–not when I have a fully-functionally website (yes, even to Mac users). I’d get more hits at MySpace, but I’m not doing this for the hits. I write for me. If anyone cares to read it, they’re more than welcomed to (unless you’re a coworker). My regular readers would still be free to find the iRANT on my website. I just feel like MySpace isn’t worth the aggravation of trying to post the iRANT–not when I really don’t give a damn if anyone reads it or not. We’ll see…

    I was late picking up The Girlfriend for lunch. After profusely and repeatedly apologizing, she let me off fairly easy. “I got to see a really funny car accident while waiting,” she said. She then proceeded to tell me how she watched a guy step into . . . . .

     

    Auto assault (he drives like crazy)

    Friday afternoon I was driving through a parking lot when it happened: some idiot backed his car into me. They say during traumatic experiences, things slow down for people. I remember sitting in my car watching it slowly happen–but I think the slowing effect was due to him going about three miles per hour. There was a green Lexus in front of me, also circling the lot for a spot. For reasons unknown to me, he stopped his vehicle and the reverse lights came on. The car started slowly backing towards me. I’m not sure why I didn’t honk the horn–probably because I didn’t believe what was happening before me. Dude had to have seen me–I was right behind him and it’s not like I came out of nowhere. Besides, what kinda idiot drives in reverse without looking behind him? Review mirror. Looking around. I figured he had to see me. Alas, he was as blind as I was wrong: even when he bumped me, I still couldn’t believe it was happening.

    I didn’t know what to say or do, so I sat in my car contemplating my options. The guy was obviously an idiot but I wasn’t sure if . . . . .

     

    Vehicular litterbugs & other car-related nuisances

    Nothing pisses me off more than walking out to my car after a long day of work only to find an advertisement tucked under my windshield wiper (‘cept maybe Kevin Costner movies and the Sprint corporation). I hate those flyer for about a million reasons. I think they should be illegal because they bring more harm than good. When I was a kid, my folks used to make me pass out flyers for their failing restaurant, but that has nothing to do with it.

    I’m not a tree-hugging hippie–I like to shower and don’t smoke pot. But I despise waste. And to me, windshield wiper flyers are nothing but waste. They’re unsolicited ads that can’t possibly be efficient. How many windshield wiper flyers have influence your shopping habits? Suppose one in a hundred actually get customers into a store, it’s still terribly ineffective–and I don’t even think that many actually work.

    Even more distressing, most folks who find an ad placed on their car don’t have trash cans with them. You can always tell when someone was placing ads on cars because the parking lot is littered with discarded flyers. Most folks simply take the unwanted ad off their car . . . . .