Spring Forward
Being English, I put the clocks in my house forward yesterday (I mean ‘rather than being American, in which case I’d have done it a couple of weeks ago’ not ‘I put the clocks forward whilst wearing a top hat and smoking a pipe’).
Me, not smoking a pipe. With menaces.
Although really, my putting the clocks forward had a lot more to do with my gender than anything else1 – despite living with another adult human, there is no possibility that anyone other than me would be faffing around with the backs of clocks (and re-setting the VCR – why the bloody hell do we still have a video? Aside from ‘displaying the time’ which does admittedly come in handy, but it’s a bugger to set, and it’s probably not the most environmentally friendly (or space-saving) digital clock in the world, being as it is attached to a video cassette recorder, circa 1998) at 4am, because – and feel free to go back to before the parentheses if you’ve lost track of this sentence – the other adult I live with is a woman.
And women don’t put clocks forward. Or back.
No, they just wait for the magical fucking time fairies to come in and reset all the clocks for them. And when this doesn’t happen (because they live alone, or I can’t be arsed or something), then they are somehow perfectly happy to live in a house with inaccurate timepieces.
Some women are even okay with some clocks showing the correct time, and some being incorrect. In the same house. Which is behaviour that clearly bears all the hallmarks of the criminally insane.
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1If I’m being technical, I suppose it has rather more to do with the tilt of the Earth’s axis and its continued orbit around the Sun than anything else. But you know what I mean. Pedant.
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Posted by Dave in Bastardry (29/03/2010 at 10:23).
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Not ALL of us women are like this. Some of us wait for the radio signal (aka Time Fairy) to reset the clocks for us. Why should I depend on a man when technology can zap all of them in the house at once?
As a women who changes her clocks the night before the time change, I should take exception to this…but I can’t be arsed.
Wait… It ISN’T fairies?!
There isn’t a single clock in my house that has the correct time. Some clocks haven’t had working batteries in years. Even the clock in my car is wrong. So yeah, I guess that proves your point since everyone who knows me knows I’m balanced on the edge.
@yellowcat –
I would go very insane very quickly if I lived in your house.
(Well, I’d probably just run around setting all the clocks to the correct time, but there’d be a few minutes there where it’d be touch and go)