This is why i don't drive.

So yeah. San Diego. it is always coming up with new ways to disappoint me!
In a rather circuitous way, by airing a TV commercial that made me want to harm the ad executive(s) who thought of it.
A mother, with 2 children in tow, pops up at the local automobile manufacturing plant (i know- clever already, i'nt it?). The clearly surprised Men With Clipboards look quizzically at her; she blathers, "i'm driving 8 hours", while looking appropriately anxious about her spawn, and the men feed her the bright idea that she should purchase an automobile with not one but two DVD players, so that each precious child may watch what he or she desires! Genius! Win-win-win! Her face is pleased; i am holding back vomitous black rage on the couch.
Correct me if i'm wrong, but doesn't this illustrate a root cause of one of the biggest blights afflicting the human population- selfishness? also known as Spoiled-brat-itis? Self-centered fucker-ism? Victimitis self-entitlementata? Whew. i could go on, but i think you're gettin' it.
When i was a kid (ha ha, i grew up in the '80s, which really doesn't feel all that long ago), crammed in a VW bus with a little brother and an older sister, a dog, and sometimes even a cat as well (not joking), we had no air conditioning, no roomy seating, and certainly not no *&%@$&*@%$!! television, okay? We had books, games, warm soda, dozing off, hitting your nearest sibling, mooning the car behind you, and counting roadkill. Not sure what else there really was, but i can assure you it had nothing to do zoning out in some lobotomized, antiseptic haze and cutting off all contact with your family because gee, that would have just been so hard. (did that last part come out appropriately whiny? i sure hope so..)
And you know what? i actually had fun! can you believe it?? And my parents? Yep, both still alive. (although if they had both been in the car at the same time, maybe that would not be the case today...)
As for me? well, i guess i grew up knowing that i couldn't always have everything my little heart desired, and that the world wasn't perfect, and that sometimes we can just all get along- it's called compromise; patience; toughing it out, etc. Are these important lessons?
Damn, do you even have to ask?

Anywho, San Diego also managed to irk the hell out of me in a much more direct manner by the relentless airing of a radio ad for some car lot or auto mall somewhere in this, "America's Finest City" (oh, my god, please do not get me started on that shit-shined diamond).
The little ditty of a tune features some frighteningly-cheery sounding A.I. guy singing (along with what sounds like 10 other versions of his particular model) the hook: "....San Diego suuuUUUUUnshiiiiIIIiiine...!" and i swear, you can just picture the fucking people in their sun hats, laughing at the amazing time they're having on the beach, with their damn cooler and their fuck-all fake tan, and their damned fish tacos and 'manis' and 'pedis' and teeth polished and whitened down to the damned nubby root, wearing the latest bikini fashions and when it's all over, they'll all pile into their damned giant SUV with surfboard rack and cupholder for their constant beer-on, and an unholy sunroof because you know why?
So they can "let the Saaan Dieeeego suuuuuUUUnshiiIIiiine" in!!!!

!! ::head explodes::