November 3, 2006
I love Daylight Savings Time. Or, more specifically, I love when it ends. I’m not such a big fan of the springing forward, but falling back into an extra hour of sleep is something I’m happy to do any time. Of course I don’t always get an extra hour of sleep, but since I’m awake and it’s the weekend I might as well sit around in my pajamas, eat cereal, and watch cartoons. Just because I’m an adult I don’t have to put away all childish things, right? And cartoons prepared me for adulthood, or at least for college. I’m not talking about the cartoons that exploded when I was a kid and that were designed solely to sell me crap–I eat cereal, but even when I was a kid I stayed away from any cereal that was based on a cartoon, or that had a cartoon based on it. Sometimes they both appeared so close together it was hard to tell which came first: the cheap, cloying doll, the cheap, cloying breakfast cereal, or the cheap, cloying cartoon show.
I’m talking about the classic cartoons: the Looney Toons. I think they even prepared me for adulthood, or at least college. I spent four years in college reading authors like Camus, Beckett, and Danielle Steele who went on and on and on about how life is absurd and we’re engaged in the futile pursuit of the unattainable. I kept thinking it sounded familiar, and then I realized that I’d seen it all before in all those Coyote and Roadrunner cartoons. "Waiting for Godot" would have been a lot better if it had been about two guys buying catapults and rocket-propelled roller skates from the Acme company.
But I digress. I’ve decided that falling back from Daylight Savings Time is such a good idea that we should skip the springing forward and just fall back. This will eventually put us in a weird state where the sun is up at midnight and noon falls in the middle of the night, but think about how much daylight we’ll be saving.