Place: The great city of Megalopolis
Time: Tomorrow afternoon

Suddenly the clouds part, a warm glow pervades the city and the surrounding country side for miles around. The people of the city are filled with a feeling of familiar comfort but with an uneasiness like a charge building before a lightning strike. Without warning a voice booms from the now blindingly bright sky. A voice so authoritative as to reverberate painfully from every building and with a tone like screeching tires and a car alarm mixed together in a bucket of fluorescent orange paint...

Hey, Hey, You kids play nice! If I have to come down there...

- Or- What is so freaking attractive at Point B that you have to kill to see it.

I am planning a really good rant on the topic of driving and transportation in general, but until I get to it the following will help fill the bill.

How to Drive Like a Moron

Another Metro Moment

Some believe that the internet, and it's promise of a common global communication base, will be the cause of everything from the second coming to the end of human evolution. I guess that from my viewpoint, the purpose of the net is communication, period. Like the telephone (a wild success) and CB radio (that's a negatory, good buddy), if left alone, people will decide the future collectively. The network of networks will expand, contract, and squirm like a living thing as needs, wants, and desires dictate.

Kent -- Noted Boeing Quality Engineer, suave bachelor "Man-About-Kent", and "troubled loner" Doug Bowers says, "You know, sometimes I just think I gotta be the dorkiest guy on the face of the Earth. Then I take a look at the guy in the Camaro at the stoplight next to me with his hat on sideways and his bottom lip full of Copenhagen and, you know, suddenly I don't feel so bad.