Vortexia's Secret

all of this is important, so stay tuned.

first, i have come up with an incredibly important message for the bitter ultra conservative republicans: EVEN SCROOGE LEARNED TO SHARE!
grow up and learn from kindergartners everywhere. from childhood stories. from the Bible. from almost any moralistic source. share what you have with those who have none.

second, go see a day without a mexican before it closes. it opened a couple months back, but i just learned about it. it's funny and may help you to appreciate the people who make a difference in your lives. you know, the people you may look right past.

third, i need a question answered by my engineer readers. i know there are at least a couple, plus another couple who know a lot about autmotive design. alright, so here's the Q. why is the horn put on top of the airbag if you use one in a vain attempt to prevent a wreck and need the other one when the wreck happened anyway? they say not to put anything between you and the airbag, but you're going to have your fist up there. so what gives? there was no other location in which to put the horn? it confuses me.

i realized that it was a bad setup when i nearly got taken out twice today. at least twice. probably a couple more times but i was just too tired of reacting at that point. dumbass acts all pompous and entitled because he's in mall traffic that refused to move. every lane except the one i was in. the one that was a straight shot over to the service ramp for the freeway in the direction i needed to direct me out of that traffic hell. after i dodged the first idiot who pulled in front of me to get over into the lane next to me, this dude going the other direction decides to turn left into a shopping center to my right and cut across all the lanes. since the 2 lanes to my left were at a stand still, they had left an opening for him. i was hauling since i was in the free and clear. so he gets 3/4 of the way into my lane and stops, just waiting for me to careen into him and t-bone the dumbass. so i lay on the horn and the brakes with all my might. i prayed that my brakes didn't just decide to give out (i need to get them replaced soon) and stop juuuuuust in time. did the guy look spooked, apologetic, like he was at risk of getting killed and/or getting his ass kicked? oh no. he gives me a "what the fuck is your problem?" look and then pulls into the driveway of his destination. dumbass. but as if that wasn't bad enough... there was another guy following him through the lanes of stopped traffic and into the shopping center. did he wait for me, the only car driving in that lane and the one with the right of way go before he went? oh no. he looked at me with his own little "fuck you" look and drove right in front of me into the shopping center. damn fucking assholes. one of the rare times when you breathe a sigh of relief to get into freeway traffic. at least you know everyone should be moving in the same general direction without cross traffic.

ok, so that last paragraph was more of a story and less of an important message, but it was background information for the 3rd message. ok, doing a little more work before i start the evening festivities. like going to the liquor store. for boxes to move with. i know, exciting. but hey, after that one little task, the night's mine for the taking and enjoying.

P.S. Keep them in your prayers.