It will suck to be alone and old

Dincs.

I can't stand em' though I know many of them.

Right now, as I sit in my comfy chair digesting the stock guru's lessons on how the Market works, soundwaves in the mid-frequency range of 220-440hz pass by my ears, bounce off textured sheetrock and the foreheads of the spawn of hdez (and one nihonjin little girl) and brush my ears. These soundwaves, when modulated together, form the most irritating kind of sound. It is much like the sound of an institutional fire alarm. More for reasons of loss prevention than for safety, the institution has chosen to implement and alarm sound that is meant to cause pain in hearing, thus causing those within earshot to run out of the building (hey, you're safe but you've got some short term hearing loss!). To speak more concretely, the soundwaves which emanate from fount of Dinc-age are simply driving me nuts!

I know that I am not the only one who detests Dincs. Indeed, the Wifer and I have had many a conversation about Dincs and their ability to get under our skins. Mainly our objections have to do with the NC part of Dinc. Our brood is wonderful and we realize that in order to make the word a better place, we as intelligent, responsible adults have a duty to procreate so as to raise those who stand a better chance to further humanity in a good way. Yes, it is possible that our sheep may stray, but this is a chance we are willing to take.

I find that the NC part of Dinc is the equivalent of not voting in an election and then complaining about the results. If you don't participate, you have no entitlement to complain.

Ok - that argument is weak - but I don't care. It's my blog. Thppt!

To be my own Devil's advocate, I do know Dincs that don't annoy me. In fact, I know many. But, I have to say that still I keep some distance from these folks because I know that we can't relate fully because of this simple fact:

Life changes when you have children.