I’m glad that people are finally reconsidering the blue laws that prevent the sale of liquor on Sundays.  I’ve always felt that the laws are ludicrous.  This is largely because I am not religious, and even if I were, I wouldn’t appreciate the state mandating one day out of the week that I’m not allowed to buy booze.

Quite simply, it all boils down to the idea that I don’t like being told what to do.  If I want a bottle of Captain Morgan on Sunday, and I’m not allowed to have one, there ought to be a damned good reason why.  And there ISN’T.

I’m a whore for convenience and if I had it my way, all businesses would be open 24 hours a day.  I like to shop in the middle of the night.  I would like to get my hair cut at 5 am.  We no longer live in 1954, when Dad worked 9-5 and Mom ran errands while he worked.  These days, Mom and Dad both work (if there are two parents in the family, which is becoming more of an anomaly), and making it to the bank by 4 or the hair salon by 5 are virtual impossibilities.  And personally, after I’ve worked a full day (which admittedly hasn’t happened in a while), I’m not interested in rushing to three different places as soon as I get off work, because I’m tired.  It’s more likely that I want to go home, relax for a bit, have dinner, then worry about buying a new power supply for my subwoofer.

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I guess I’m going to have to see Slumdog Millionaire now.

Also, I came here to write about something completely unrelated to everything mentioned in this post, but fuck all if I can remember what it was.