The 4th Dimension

Once upon a time I was bored at home. I believe it was a Sunday actually... Easter Sunday.
I digress.
I decided i would watch the science channel, ya know, maybe learn something. So I start to watch, and these guys start talkin about dimensions, you know, the 1st, the 2nd, the 3rd... and I figure "I can roll with that, yo." (I was feeling rather hip at the time)
Then knucklehead scientist #1, said something to the effect of '...and we decided to name time the 4th dimension...'
I stopped there in befuddlement... decided to call it... whatever.
Next the scientists on TV used their calling time the 4th dimension to justify all sorts of things.
Next they decide, 'hey, since you can move along the other dimensions, we can move along time!' and justified a long discussion about fucking time travel just because they CALLED TIME A DIMENSION! Their sole justification! Gah!
Thats enough ranting for now.

Windshield Wipers

You know what will scare the living daylights out of you?
Try driving without freaking windshieldwipers... In the middle of a storm...
Ok seriously, don't do that.
...Unless you're one of those morons who realli piss me off (i.e. hippies who think they make sense) then by all means, take a knife to your vehicular window clearing devices.

Rant Numero One: Movie Theatres

I consider myself to be just about an average person, you know, not a city slicker, not a redneck. Once upon a time, my friends and I ventured to a movie theatre in St. Louis County... and to think I thought people were strange where I lived...
I went to the ticket counter, and naturally the moron taking money wasn't paying a lick of attention, so I waited to be aknowledged. She seemed frustrated I was there. Sorry for asking you to do your job... I tell her what movie I want to see, and she says "That will be $100"
Seriously. You're not funny. Shut the fuck up.
We walk inside, and there are what look like 6 year olds everywhere. Thats cool I guess. Then I heard one speak. Holy crap.
The police asked a few of them to leave.
I wanted to shake that officer's hand, but alas, it was time for the movie.