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Posted in Things at 8:19 am by bsdman

You know what grinds my gears? It’s death. I don’t like death.

I fully understand that not everything can last forever. Like the FightClub quote: On a long enough time line, the survival rate of everything drops to zero. Given infinite time, everything will be gone.

But why do good people die before bad people? Is it all completely random? I’m pretty sure that it is random. I’m also pretty sure that death doesn’t hurt the people that die, it only hurts the people that survive (and no, I’m not talking about the parts leading up to death, just death itself). Pets are people, if you believe enough.

So here’s a giant “FUCK YOU” to death.

And that’s what grinds my gears.


Oil Change Mechanics

Posted in People, Things at 4:37 pm by bsdman

You know what grinds my gears? It’s oil change mechanics. Hell, oil change shops grind my gears too. If your sign says Open To 7PM, don’t close at 6PM. Actually, don’t close at 5:50PM because you think it’s 6PM. That’s just stupid.

I hate the way the mechanics always come back into the service area and mention how you need the following:

New air filter because the one you currently have is dirty
New tires because your tires are worn
New brakes because yours are wearing thin
New control arms because I need to put my kids through college
New manifold gaskets because I have a gambling habit and it doesn’t pay for itself
Air fresheners because I constantly smoke so your car will smell like an ashtray when I’m done

Why the fuck would I need all that shit anyway? Don’t you think I know my air filter is dirty? My whole fucking car is dirty – why don’t you tell me just to buy a new one? And why does my car always have that God Damned dirty-ass floor mat paper thing? I don’t want to throw out your garbage. Imagine if I put a Wendy’s wrapper in a computer I repaired. It’s not that hard to throw something out, especially if it’s YOUR FUCKING GARBAGE!

Clever, so I put my feet there?

Clever, so I put my feet there?

And don’t smoke near my car. I don’t smoke. I don’t like smoke. Smoke, frankly, smells.

Oil Change Mechanic

Oil Change Mechanic

And that’s what grinds my gears.

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