3
Mar
I’m in a really odd mood today. We had an impending-Spring day yesterday, and today we woke to a world covered, not with daffodils, but snow. I hadn’t slept well, so I went back to sleep. Now I’m playing with computers, re-installing a Mac system on one of those old Mac Mini’s.
But what’s driving me crazy is something that doesn’t happen in our community: some thoughtless person (probably young) has some sub-woofers going that are vibrating the entire neighborhood, and I’m getting ready to put some clothes on and go out there and beat the shit out of him/her! Or call the police. His/her freedom of choice does not include jangling every nerve ending in the known Universe.
I like music, I like it probably better than most people do and I listen to music all the time. But this isn’t music. It’s a post-modern tribal ritual, or something akin to an amplified moose call during rutting season. But if his stone are getting rattled as much as my brain is, there’s probably going to be birth defects involved.
There. The car drove off. And guess what. It has purposely-noisy exhaust pipes. People like that crave attention. But they need psychiatric HELP.