What is it about summer that makes people with similar cars want to park them near each other?  Not once have I felt the urge to seek out other owners of Pontiac Grand Ams in order to share the camaraderie one supposes is required of parking near owners of similar vehicles.  Even if I had a really cool car, I don't think I would get it.  I mean, if a guy in a Trans Am cuts you off in traffic, he's still a jerk, and you're still going to be waving a particular digit at him -- even if you're driving a Trans Am too.  Do I really want to go out of my way to hang out with these people?  All other drivers are basically my enemies, the way I see it.  I don't know as I want to give them a chance to memorize my license plate while I stand around waiting for a tire iron to the head from the guy I wouldn't let merge in front of me yesterday.

Given the number of times each day that my computer at work crashes, freezes, or otherwise fails, I cannot imagine technology less reliable than personal computers.  Computer technology is, in this respect, very similar to weather forecasting:  nobody ever expects either to work, and while once in a great while everything goes as planned, none of us are surprised when it doesn't.  Computer manufacturers basically tell you to expect your machine to stop working.  Weather forecasters might as well start each day with the words, "This is a guess, and not a good one."  Weather forecasters are wrong constantly, and nobody fires them.  Computers break constantly, and nobody so much as blinks.