Den of the Celtic Kitsune

Knitting, restaurant reviews, social issues, and the general life and adventures of a kitsune of Celtic descent.

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In Japanese folklore, kitsunes are believed to possess great intelligence, long life, and magical powers. Foremost among these is the ability to shapeshift into human form; a fox is said to learn to do this when it attains a certain age (usually a hundred years, though some tales say fifty). Kitsune usually appear in the shape of a beautiful woman, a young girl, or an old man, but almost never an elderly woman. Supernatural powers commonly attributed to the kitsune include, in addition to shapeshifting, the ability to generate fire or lightning from their tails or to breathe fire (known as kitsune-bi, literally "foxfire"), the power to manifest in dreams, the power to fly, and the ability to create illusions so elaborate as to be almost indistinguishable from reality. Some tales go further still, speaking of kitsune with the ability to bend time and space, to drive people mad, or to take such nonhuman and fantastic shapes as a tree of incredible height or a second moon in the sky. And that's just what I do every day. You should see what I do in my spare time....

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Arrgh!

*grumble, grumble, growl* Flippin' California drivers. Parking spaces to the left and right of me and the idiot HAD to have my space, but wouldn't leave me enough room to get out.

I don't know if it's karma or the lack of rain driving people crazy, but I don't like it. Suddenly, it seems as if people have forgotten how to drive. In three months, I've had four different people try to run me off the road and one guy (in a classic Mustang no less) try to change lanes into the middle of my car because he just wasn't paying attention and didn't feel like following a van uphill. I've also numerous drivers honk horns, yell obscenities, and drive off in a huff for no reason other than they thought I inconvenienced them. For example, while hauling the new mattress and boxspring on top of my car last week at a lightning fast 20 mph, I needed to change lanes so I checked my mirrors, saw a larger than normal opening, signaled and pulled into the lane. Apparently, the woman in coming up that lane (who incidentally was turning right at the upcoming intersection) didn't feel like using her brakes and didn't see the freakin bed attached to my car as a valid reason for moving into the slow lane. So, as she made her right turn, she screamed something rude ending in "Bitch!".

There is something about rude, incompetent drivers that flips a switch in me, activating instaneous, nearly homicidal rage. It doesn't make sense. But...I've actually stopped in traffic to get out and scream at someone for trying to honk me into turning left into a steady stream of oncoming cars and tail someone who cuts me off, riding their bumper with inches to spare the whole time. I love this one. Usually forces them to change lanes or just turn because I've made them nervous. So, I guess, I'm really not much better. Still, you should always be careful who you piss off while driving. You never know if they are carrying a gun or a baseball bat.

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