oh how i miss the good old days before the world became child and idiot proof. last night whilst watching deadwood i decided to enhance the viewing experience with a little fishing but my trusty old bic lighter was on the fritz. not to worry, i had planned ahead and bought a package of 5 new ones. a new bic lighter, if that isn't nice, what is?
well, it didn't turn out to be that fucking nice after all. first it took a while to find the package, i had already done a little fishing, and things were falling out off the shelf. i almost knocked a good pile of fish onto the floor. finally, i found the new lighters and the fucking things wouldn't work. after a few moments of being perplexed as only a seasoned fisherman can be, i figured out that there was a safety ring around the wheel. i looked at the package and there weren't any fucking instructions. woe was fucking me. luckily i knew my limitations and headed upstairs to the gas stove for fire. the lovely mrs myshkin was neither impressed nor sympathetic to my dilemma, situation normal. i decided to figure it out in the morning.
well, the morning came and even with needle nose pliers i still couldn't get that goddamned safety ring off. in the space of a few minutes i broke 2 lighters. on the third try, i had success but it came at the cost of 2 noble instruments of fire. i don't like child proof packaging almost as much as i don't like cops. well, it's not even close but you get the picture.
here's a little exercise on how and why we're fucked when it comes to cleaning up the environment, Why world can't agree over climate change. it's a nice little article that seems to perfectly state the human condition when it comes to making the tough choices.
i love you sons of bitches.