I think I might be late to this party: I’ve only recently started really hating the whole thing where we change the time twice a year.
I used to at least appreciate the extra hour of sleep in fall. I suppose it’s a combination of things that led to this change of heart: all those times I forgot to reset my camera clock, so all the timestamps were off; getting old and being more susceptible to jet lag; realizing that I will never, ever know what time it is in Melbourne.
These things have led to this conclusion: Daylight Savings is stupid. We should pick one time and stick with it. I wrote a mildly coherent rant about time zones, daylight savings, and my grumpiness for The Last Word on Nothing.