This weekend I resumed my titanic struggle against all that is evil in the world: daylight savings time. Because the rest of the world never adopted my idea of "falling back" every 6 months, I was forced to "spring forward" and lose an hour of sleep. This meant that last night I couldn't fall asleep until 3 in the morning, rendering me completely useless for basketball. Of course I played anyway, since it would take flood, pestilence, a plague of locusts, or a coworker defending his thesis at 10 AM for me to miss Monday morning basketball.

Up until now, I've always just blamed this yearly nuisance on our government (which, along with Carrot Top, are the cause of most of the world's problems). However, thanks to this website I can see that I can channel my anger towards one individual in particular.

Benjamin Franklin.

If only I had a time machine, I could do the world favor and rid the past of this historical menace. Sure he did some important things like discovering electricity, but honestly even if he hadn't someone else would have anyway, right?

The website also has some neat information on it about the history of daylight savings time. For instance, did you know that there was a time (I call it "the golden age") when every state or town could decide for themselves when to turn their clocks forward? Unfortunately, those no-fun folks in Congress decided to impose their will on us with the Uniform Time Act in 1966, thereby ending all hopes of me forming my own time zone in Apartment 12. Although obviously Indiana never got the memo...