There’s something evil about Daylight Savings Time. I’m not sure if it’s the mucking with the time that ticks me off (so to speak), or the fact that time is so rigid the rest of the year.
Once upon a time, we humans got up when the sun came up, we did our thing during the day, and when nightfall came we slept. This is just how the other 99.9999 % of Earth’s life forms perceive time. Why mess with a good thing?
I think we should either pick a time and stick with it, or ignore the clock all together and go with the sundial. This semi-annual flip-flopping has got to go.
You know what pisses me off? Timezones? To hell with them. I don’t care what time I eat lunch, as long as I don’t have to do mental math to figure out what time it is in California or London while eating said lunch. We should just all jump to EST — Earth Standard Time. Make it GMT, I don’t care! I’m fine with getting up at 12pm and eating lunch at 5pm. Doesn’t bother me.
Larry
Well, Larry, I can’t tell from your comment if you detected the tongue-in-cheekness of my DST rant. I was feeling like I missed the boat on doing an April Fools stunt and thought I’d rant about something stupid (like, uh, that would somehow be different from my usual rants).
And you should eat when you’re hungry. You should sleep when you’re tired. Outside of work responsibilities, I’m not big into doing things by the clock.
But that said … the whole time I was in the hospital last week, I really missed my watch. I had no clue whatsoever what time it was and it drove me crazy. To be honest, I was knocked out on pain medicine and had little choice but to sleep. So my schedule got knocked off a bit.