Rant A
gas for a trip
I'm taking a 1999 VW Bug turbo down to West Virginia next month. I'm coming from Providence, and I'm going to drive out I-84 to Scranton, then take I-81 down to Charles Town to avoid the NY/NJ traffic (I'm leaving at the peak of rush hour... because I've got no choice.
)
It's about a thousand (1020) miles round trip. (It'd be about 880 miles if I went straight through, but those extra 140 miles aren't going to take as long or burn as much gas as getting through that traffic would.) The EPA rating for the bug is 23mpg city, 30mpg highway. I have not yet experienced those lofty numbers while driving this car, it comes out closer to 20 city and 25 highway. Since the majority of this drive will be on relatively uncluttered highway, I can assume that my average will be closer to 25 than 20. This trip will burn about 40 gallons of gas.
Right now my gas stations have cheapo at $3.51. I can only assume this will go up over the course of the next month, and it's kind of hard to stockpile forty gallons of gas while the price is so.. er.. "cheap". If I can get $3.50/gallon gas the whole way through, and I do get 25mpg, I'm going to be shelling out $140 for gas. If it goes up to $4/gallon, which would not surprise me at all, I'm going to be shelling out $160 for gas. If I only get 20mpg, and gas goes up to $4/gallon, I'm gonna be spending $200 on gas.
My
main reason for driving is flexibility. I'm bad at schedules and I don't want to make my friend in WV drive me where I need to go. My other reason for driving is that I figured it'd be cheaper than Amtrak. The lowest possible fare is $160. So if my mpg is at the low end, or if gas goes up, driving might end up costing more. I'd still rather drive - $40 is worth having a car available, being able to leave whenever I want, and being able to stop whereever I want. But it still sucks that it's gonna be that expensive.
Note that my math isn't going to work out perfectly because I rounded some but not all of my numbers. It's close enough.
Rant B
talking about gas
I
distinctly remember thinking, as a child, how ridiculous the grown-ups were with their
talking. That's all grown-ups ever wanted to do! Just talk, talk, talk. I didn't want to talk, I wanted to
do. Play, or draw, or dance, or watch tv, or run around pointlessly. Those grown-ups were insane with all their talking.
And what's worse is
what they talked about. It wouldn't've been so bad if they talked about puppies, or about legos, or crayons, or stickers, or sandcastles. But they talked about the dullest things!
Politics was one of the worst. Always about the
politics. Like it mattered! The 1992 presidential election is the first one I remember. I was six years old, and I didn't give a crap about it. Some of the grown-ups were talking about Ross Perot and Bill Clinton. I wished they would shut up. In my infinite six-year-old wisdom, I told them that George Bush had done just fine so far, and there was no reason to replace him. They laughed at me and sent me outside to play in the mud. I liked the mud.
They also talked about the weather. Now, I
love interesting weather. Severe weather, that is. Normal quarter-inch-per-hour rain is not interesting. Inch per hour rain accompanied by tree-downing wind and apocalyptic thunder and lightning is interesting. But the boring old-grownups sat around saying "boy! Thursday was
cloudy!". If I ever try to make conversation about the relative cloudiness of Thursday, please kill me on the spot, my life is no longer worth living.
The worst thing they talked about was car stuff. Air pressure in the tires, or changing wiper blades, or getting an oil change, or traffic. These are all stupid topics of conversation that should not interest anyone. I
knew that when I grew up I would not have anything to say about the price of gas.
But I also
knew I'd live on a farm with a strawberry patch, a creek, fifteen dogs, and a goat by the time I was twenty.
Kids know what's worth doing.
Rant C
stfu plz
My coworkers are
so loud on the phone. Generally I like the quiet. I usually prefer silence to music or radio if I'm working by myself. If somebody's talking in the background at a reasonable volume, whatever. I admit that when I'm out, at a party or at the pub or in the park or whatever, I'm pretty loud too. But not when I'm in a room with someone who is talking on the phone. If you're yelling so effing loudly that I cannot hear the customer I am trying to talk to, and I need to put the customer on hold so that I can get you to shut up, you need to get your hearing checked. Everyone gets
so offended when I ask them to be quiet, but I'm not going to feel bad about it when I can't even hear my effing customers.
No, my ears hurt. I'm not going to feel bad about it ever.
Rant D
on thread title
Dogs are
awesome, male or female. Both of my dogs are female. My dogs
rule. If life were a female dog, I would have nothing to rant about.
Rant E
there's a reason for this
I have made no children. I am not currently making any children. I do not plan to make any children in the near future. If on the off-chance I accidentally begin to make children in the near future, I do not intend to complete the procedure. Thus, much as a person without a car would not make regular visits to a gas station, my ovaries do not need to issue child blueprints monthly. It is unnecessary. It is unpleasant, tiring, painful, and irritating.
I don't
like being
bwitchy.