Riding public transit is always a fun adventure into the soul of whatever place you are currently in.
Since moving into San Francisco a few months ago I've been experimenting with different bus and metro routes around town. The system is always an adventure, whether it's delays, drugged out homeless people or blatant drug use.
Also, fear is a powerful thing.
To get on the bus or subway you need a monthly pass or $2. However, this is rarely checked, you can just get on the back door.
The thing is, everyone pays because maybe once a month a transit cop asks for your proof of payment. Fear is a powerful ruler!
On a way funnier note, on the way to work this morning the following occurred:
As we went from street level to underground the operator announced:
"I'm now turning control of the train over to the computer. I'd recommend holding on because the computer has been acting a little....funny lately."
This was followed by a huge jolt and then another announcement:
"I told you guys so, I really can't control this thing."
The robots have taken over.
5/24/10
"Lost" rant
Not an angry rant per se, just some thoughts the day after the finale from my desk a little sleep deprived thank you Jimmy Kimmel who I will gladly tear a new one for his abomination.
I liked the "Lost" finale.
There, I said it.
We live in a society where we need everything answered and to make perfect sense, and goddamit, that is not how the world works. Have you ever watched crazy Asian shit on TV, it's not like that makes any sense, it's just a different worldview, fate replaces control of destiny, awe can be at colors not answers.
Anyways, "Lost" had huge balls and I respected it, even if it could be a little frustrating.
"24" also kept it really real in its finale.
I liked the "Lost" finale.
There, I said it.
We live in a society where we need everything answered and to make perfect sense, and goddamit, that is not how the world works. Have you ever watched crazy Asian shit on TV, it's not like that makes any sense, it's just a different worldview, fate replaces control of destiny, awe can be at colors not answers.
Anyways, "Lost" had huge balls and I respected it, even if it could be a little frustrating.
"24" also kept it really real in its finale.
5/21/10
this ain't no place for the weary kind
sorry I haven't been blogging much lately, been busy and away from computers a delightful amount role playing the 1850's, attending beer festivals and participating in drunken citywide races/parades.
Let's talk about daytime drinking. It definitely has its pros and cons.
Pros: escaping reality for a better imagined chemical reality earlier in the day. More acceptable usage of sunglasses (actual sunlight). More acceptable time/temperature for taking clothes off.
Cons: hungover feeling while still awake. Inability to kick it past 7pm.
It's a real toss up.
Let's talk about daytime drinking. It definitely has its pros and cons.
Pros: escaping reality for a better imagined chemical reality earlier in the day. More acceptable usage of sunglasses (actual sunlight). More acceptable time/temperature for taking clothes off.
Cons: hungover feeling while still awake. Inability to kick it past 7pm.
It's a real toss up.
5/1/10
The irrefutable logic of country music
Driving through a rainstorm in between Sacramento and San Francisco I did the only logical thing which was to put on country music. What I love about country music is the same thing I love about really conservative politics. They deal in irrefutable logic. What made me think of this? The lyrics from "Rain is a Good Thing" by Luke Bryan which go:
Rain makes corn/corn makes whiskey/
whiskey makes my girl, a little frisky/
It's just hard to argue against science and logic like that.
Rain makes corn/corn makes whiskey/
whiskey makes my girl, a little frisky/
It's just hard to argue against science and logic like that.
4/28/10
A rare Monstro Blog LIVE BLOG event
I think live blogging is both funny and stupid and I don't really do it much if ever here. But I find myself using the free Wi Fi in Berkeley's Happy Donuts and I can't resist for the 20 or so minutes I have power left in this bad boy (naughty voice) I call my laptop.
4:10pm, two kids come in, maybe 11 years old. One is playing it straight, the other one is talking in some funny cartoon voice but I think the lady behind the counter thinks he is making fun of her Asian accent. I watch as she kills him in her head a few times over while getting his two donut holes.
4:18pm Everyone coming in here is so unhealthy looking, fat and old by and large. LARGE.
It is 4:28pm, I've been here for about 40 minutes, I paid 95 cents for a sugar donut and planted myself at a table to do some work, the lady behind the counter doesn't know what to make of me. At some point does my time here run out or could i stay forever?>!?!? Some pretty interesting people have come in, a donut shop is a funny place.
4:33pm It's been quiet as shit, is this a dead hour for donut eaters? Too close to dinner maybe to justify a filling snack?
4:34pm There are SO MANY donuts in the display rack, I just counted, cuz I'm dying on the inside, there are 86 donuts on display, that seems totally insane, am I right? Am I wrong? Will you sing my victory song?
4:35- fat middle aged white man orders an apple fritter. I might just be letting my mind make this true for me but even in Berkeley it sounds like most of the people ordering donuts have a western twang. "Lemme git one of them apple fritters". Okay, this guy just told the woman working here "I used to come here a couple years ago and there was some girl taking chemistry, was that your daughter" Woman responds "No".
4:37pm, middle aged dreadlocked white woman gets a raspberry glazed donut and coffee which she drowns in half and half, she has jean shorts on that go to her ankles, this is some good shit, also a leatherman dangling off her belt, unwrapped.
4:38pm, there is a lot of sadness in here, most people come in and seem pretty beat down, their donut is their comfort, their happy place, but really it is an unhealthy mass that will hasten their demise. I'm leaving soon.
I hope this has been as fun for all of you as it has been for me, although I acknowledge that is doubtful.
4:10pm, two kids come in, maybe 11 years old. One is playing it straight, the other one is talking in some funny cartoon voice but I think the lady behind the counter thinks he is making fun of her Asian accent. I watch as she kills him in her head a few times over while getting his two donut holes.
4:18pm Everyone coming in here is so unhealthy looking, fat and old by and large. LARGE.
It is 4:28pm, I've been here for about 40 minutes, I paid 95 cents for a sugar donut and planted myself at a table to do some work, the lady behind the counter doesn't know what to make of me. At some point does my time here run out or could i stay forever?>!?!? Some pretty interesting people have come in, a donut shop is a funny place.
4:33pm It's been quiet as shit, is this a dead hour for donut eaters? Too close to dinner maybe to justify a filling snack?
4:34pm There are SO MANY donuts in the display rack, I just counted, cuz I'm dying on the inside, there are 86 donuts on display, that seems totally insane, am I right? Am I wrong? Will you sing my victory song?
4:35- fat middle aged white man orders an apple fritter. I might just be letting my mind make this true for me but even in Berkeley it sounds like most of the people ordering donuts have a western twang. "Lemme git one of them apple fritters". Okay, this guy just told the woman working here "I used to come here a couple years ago and there was some girl taking chemistry, was that your daughter" Woman responds "No".
4:37pm, middle aged dreadlocked white woman gets a raspberry glazed donut and coffee which she drowns in half and half, she has jean shorts on that go to her ankles, this is some good shit, also a leatherman dangling off her belt, unwrapped.
4:38pm, there is a lot of sadness in here, most people come in and seem pretty beat down, their donut is their comfort, their happy place, but really it is an unhealthy mass that will hasten their demise. I'm leaving soon.
I hope this has been as fun for all of you as it has been for me, although I acknowledge that is doubtful.
Third alien themed post in a week: update- not an alien
I have posted two different alien-themed things in the last week. I don't know what's gotten into me besides those pesky interstellar microbes. I swear, I'm not even into sci-fi, like, at all. I would like to update this post and say that while I'm not an alien I may get to be in a medical journal since I was just found to have some rare parasite called Strongoloides (!!!). I have had this since at least last September and potentially as far back as our Monstro orgy in Asia in 06-07. Good times! Now I'm going to live blog a donut shop.
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