I have a little rant

I started this particular journal on September 30th, because it's been so long, and I was in a jovial bad mood about societal observations. I'm still in a bad mood, and this time it's about more stuff and not that jovial, so look out.

The thing is, I try to be positive in here, leaving insult to the self-deprecating variety. There was that one time I made fun of all the freaks with online diaries, but for the most part I usually just make fun of things that deserve it, like Wal-Mart and bad reality television. But I think I've been operating under the illusion lately that I'm a positive person by nature, or at least a lot of therapy helped me discover my inner positive breeding by the queen of cheer, my mom. Look here if you don't believe me. That's one cheery lady. And pops isn't much of a crank either.

Except lately, I don't think it's really true. I hear myself quite cynical most of the time, and I can't figure out just when I got such a bad attitude, but there it is. So I guess I have something to work on, just as soon as I figure out how to sleep more and it stops being so freaking hot outside in October.

And before I get happy and nice, can I just complain about the following things?

1. Apostrophes in plurals. Sometimes, inexplicably, in the same sign:

For Sale:
Shrimp
Mussel's
Oysters

I'm not kidding.

2. Signs on businesses' doors that say things like "Please leave muddy shoes outside" and are signed "The Management" or, worse, "Mgmt." So if it's not specifically requested by Boss Hogg, you're allowed to ignore it? I especially love when the sign has obviously been printed with a Sharpie by the 17-year old who works the counter for $6.50/hour and writes with bubble letters circa 1988.

3. Here's the worst public signage offense: "We're sorry for any inconvenience this may cause you." They don't take checks anymore, you can only have 3 packages of ketchup with your fries, the place has been burnt to the ground - in any case, they're sorry for our inconvenience. Aside from being one of the most poorly-constructed sentences in the language of small-business owners, it's also a big crock. They're not sorry.

I am, though. Now, onto being positive . . .