Because really, I'm otherwise wasting $4 a month in hosting fees. (Hey, that's a tank and a half of gas a year!)

I'll try to stop any political commentary, because honestly, I think I suck at it and it just ends up turning into rants about how much I hate the Bush administration.

This time I'll make some comments about the DC Metro system. Being from a city that's considered the armpit of Connecticut… wait, that's not true. Bridgeport is the armpit of Connecticut. Hartford is a close second. Anyway, Hartford has a shoddy, unreliable public transit system, so when I moved to DC, I fell in love with the Metro: Clean trains! They run all over the place! I can actually figure out where the hell I'm going!

Go to New York, and it's a nasty shock for those of us who've only experienced the wonderful-ness (yes I know that's not a word) of the Metrorail and its brightly colored lines that don't include the words "uptown," "downtown," "part time," and "rush hour" in its vocab.

Back to the subject… so apparently the metro turned into a Famous Dave's Bar-B-Que on Sunday, with five separate outbreaks of fire or smoke occurring. The reaction? Mass panic. To top it off, one of the shuttle buses used to carry passengers around the closed stations caught fire in downtown Washington.

Antonio Valenzuela said he spotted smoke coming from the engine compartment of the bus before it left Metro Center. He said he told people, in reference to the evening's ordeal, "Now this bus is about to blow up." As soon as the bus left, he said, "flames erupted from the back."

Here's a hint: Maybe you should have said something to the driver before getting on…

As much as I love the metro, sometimes I'm glad I don't have to rely on it to get to work anymore. Just don't get me started on the traffic.