Daylight saving time is asinine. A bunch of assholes who want ME to get up an hour earlier because they get ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING BENEFIT BECAUSE THE ACTUAL HOURS OF SUNLIGHT ARE THE SAME. Thank you, stupid assholes who can’t run this through a basic cognitive processor. I hope you all burn in eternal dark hell for being stupid assholes who fuck with my sleep.
This post is intentionally hyperbolic. Winky face, etc.
I get that, but it was actually about the official terminology itself, which they should change to “Spring-summer Time,” or something like that. If they did this, then we probably wouldn’t get these threads at all.
Sorry, Roland, but we’re a diurnal species. We even call the bad side of things the “dark” side in most of our languages and bless people by wishing that their favorite deity’s eternal light shine upon them. Your crusade is doomed. Keep fighting the good fight, though!
Anyway what I really appreciate is for there to still be daylight after quitting time at the office to run my errands before the sun sets and fun time starts at the hangout 
If you are sleeping, who cares if it’s light or dark? Close the shades.
That’s part of why even some of us who mildly approve of DST don’t particularly like the overextension of its dates – makes it kick in well before, and stick around much after, there’s really that much extra daylight to take advantage of in many locations.
DST is awesome, and people who say differently make me white hot with rage.
An old Pat Oliphant cartoon had President Nixon demonstrating (during the '70s energy crisis) how make a blanket longer by cutting a foot off of one end a blanket and sewing it back on the other end. “We call this Daylight Saving Time.”
Yeah, and one more hour to run the air conditioner here in the 115° Arizona heat. As if my electric bill weren’t already high enough in the summer. Thank something or someone that we don’t observe it here.
Daylight saving time is fantastic because it means I get to go outside and hike or play a round of disc golf after work, thereby putting the stress of the workday behind me, and fuck you if you don’t like it.
You are stupid.
And so are you, because disc golf is lame.
Yeah, great. Everybody in my family has to lose an hour of sleep so Ogre can play frisbee golf. I never asked you to miss sleep for my hobbies.
The province populated by farmers, Saskatchewan, does not change the clocks (I don’t know which time they are on - probably DST year round), so I reject the idea of clock-changing being something that farmers need.
I don’t care which time we pick - I just want to pick one and stick with it. Changing the clocks forward, then changing them back again later is STUPID. You don’t gain anything at one time of the year that you don’t lose again later.
I think you misread Greg’s comment. His farmer friend was happier on Standard time.
It’s entirely possible; I don’t know which time we’re on now - I just hate changing the clocks twice a year for no good reason.
Piss off, jackass. Go outside and play.
I will. And I’ll play a game that doesn’t involve prancing around with frisbees.
I’d like to believe you this time.
Wake up for a lot of 4:30am sunrises?
I’m sorry, but I don’t particularly see a 4:30am - 7:30pm day as being superior to a 5:30am-8:30pm day. If I’m going to be outside enjoying life, I’d rather it be at 8pm, rather than 5am, who the fuck wants to get up at 5am and play a game, or relax in their backyard? Maybe 5am would be a good time to mow the lawn, daylight hours are daylight hours, right?
Man, these rants come round so regularly you could set your clock by them.
WRONG!!!
Daylight is better for hanging out with friends. The only things that darkness is better for are sleeping, watching tv, and (with a booze assist) disguising the homeliness of that person you’ve been talking to all night.
Well, those and early mornings. Darkness is better in the morning. Sunlight is painful without at least two cups of coffee in me, and who cares what it’s like outside when I have to work? I want it to be light out after work. DST is like getting an hour of weekend EVERY DAY.
Keep throwing into the next tee box, huh? Don’t worry, kid. We all get past it eventually.
Just joining in the hate.