Every car on the red line has either one or two single seats in the back. All of the other seats are paired. I don’t know why the singles are never among the first to be taken. I’m glad, though, because those seats are MINE, dammit. Sittin in one now.
Maybe people don’t like them because they’re sideways. I agree, getting thrown left and right instead of forward and back is definitely annoying. But not as annoying as having some fatass take up half of you seat along with theirs, or smelling someone’s awful breath (or even just the smell of their gum, knowing that that air was just in THEM — eughhh), or having someone talk loudly on their phone next to you, or block you in when you’re trying to get out (maybe, just MAYBE they do a half swivel, assholes), or fucking… fall asleep on you. Helllls no. I needs my personal space.
Besides… unless there are two single seats (there usually aren’t), you’re not facing anyone. It’s so much easier to avoid eye contact that way. And there’s no one to read over your shoulder (some people, like me, are paranoid about that kind of thing) (or just everything).
Not that I don’t stare at people on the train. I just do it the sneaky way: by pretending to look out the window while I’m actually checking out people’s reflctions in the glass. When there’s anyone interesting to look at, I mean. I usually ride at rush hour. Clones clones clones clones clones. Clones in the morning get of at Lake. Clones in the evening get off… uh… well, lots of ’em get off at my stop. But I ain’t one of ’em, I swears! I’m not wearing flip-flops nor anything by North Face, I don’t have highlighted hair that’s slightly past my shoulders, and my handbag doesn’t have a single bloody logo on it. I’m not reading “Eat, Pray, Live”, or anything on Oprah’s list. I am, however, fiddling with my phone. But I’m not checking my work e-mail, because then I’d have to kill myself.
Fuck all that. I’m not getting off at that stop today. I’ll get off at Wilson. Shorter walk. Slightly greater chance of getting mugged. “Doors open on the left at Wilson.” “Minorities other than Asians get off the train at Wilson.”
You are a buzz kill, in a nice way
I skim through your blogs occasionally, even though I can never read it fully. Given it’s just your refusal to try and blog normally; With your blog it just feels like you’d rather just purge your thoughts into this shit, and hope for the best.
And I don’t want to come off mean or that I care that much. But your blog kinda reflects like a crazed buzz killington, and you’re not even a hobo or someone like that, or one of those ppl that you hate on so much on the train. They would have it much worse than you have, don’t you think?
Anyway I read most this post but still cannot guess why you’re so angry, bitter, and wants to release these decrepit thoughts. Like What the hell is wrong with you and what is your point? That’s really what I’m curious about. Is it Canada or was, was Canada that bad?
I think you should stop with the Buzz Killington, and go figure out what you’re best at and go live it.
we are
what we pretend to be
so we must be careful about
what we pretend to be
– kurt vonnegut
And I would leave my real name, but this comment could only leave you in an insane frenzy (which was not my point), so i’ll be voiding :)
You are a buzz kill, in a nice way
I skim through your blogs occasionally, even though I can never read it fully. Given it’s just your refusal to try and blog normally; With your blog it just feels like you’d rather just purge your thoughts into this shit, and hope for the best.
And I don’t want to come off mean or that I care that much. But your blog kinda reflects like a crazed buzz killington, and you’re not even a hobo or someone like that, or one of those ppl that you hate on so much on the train. They would have it much worse than you have, don’t you think?
Anyway I read most this post but still cannot guess why you’re so angry, bitter, and wants to release these decrepit thoughts. Like What the hell is wrong with you and what is your point? That’s really what I’m curious about. Is it Canada or was, was Canada that bad?
I think you should stop with the Buzz Killington, and go figure out what you’re best at and go live it.
we are
what we pretend to be
so we must be careful about
what we pretend to be
– kurt vonnegut
And I would leave my real name, but this comment could only leave you in an insane frenzy (which was not my point), so i’ll be voiding :)
Answers, answers… I owe you none. But I’m not angry, nor am I bitter, nor do I even have a point (what is the point of having a point). Crazed, I may be occasionally. But thrown into an insane frenzy over someone’s anonymous, generic comment? If you really do skim through my posts (they are not “blogs”, but “blog entries” would be acceptable), then you know that I don’t give a shit about what people think about me, least of all people I don’t know and care about.
And WTF. Refusal to blog normally? What does that even mean? Refusal to conform to an arbitrary standard? How? To whom or what would I be conforming to, and whatever for? That sounds exceedingly boring, and if you think thiiiiiiis site is pointless… Another Perfectly Normal Blog, that would be trash.
If anything, it’s everyone else who doesn’t blog normally, because I’ve had a blog before they even came up with that word. My archives here go back as far as 2000, but I’ve had one website or another where I’d collect my writing in a chronological format since at least 1996.
This *is* just a place to purge random thoughts. I don’t care if you read it. I don’t care if anyone reads it as a matter of fact (which is probably why I don’t feel compelled to run this site in any consistent or particular manner). It’s not for anyone but me — I only make it publicly available because a) SOME people seem to like it, and b) if I was to keep my thoughts private, I would never feel free from them.
If that kills your buzz, hyperlink yourself the fuck out of here. Unless you’re a masochist, I guess.
Answers, answers… I owe you none. But I’m not angry, nor am I bitter, nor do I even have a point (what is the point of having a point). Crazed, I may be occasionally. But thrown into an insane frenzy over someone’s anonymous, generic comment? If you really do skim through my posts (they are not “blogs”, but “blog entries” would be acceptable), then you know that I don’t give a shit about what people think about me, least of all people I don’t know and care about.
And WTF. Refusal to blog normally? What does that even mean? Refusal to conform to an arbitrary standard? How? To whom or what would I be conforming to, and whatever for? That sounds exceedingly boring, and if you think thiiiiiiis site is pointless… Another Perfectly Normal Blog, that would be trash.
If anything, it’s everyone else who doesn’t blog normally, because I’ve had a blog before they even came up with that word. My archives here go back as far as 2000, but I’ve had one website or another where I’d collect my writing in a chronological format since at least 1996.
This *is* just a place to purge random thoughts. I don’t care if you read it. I don’t care if anyone reads it as a matter of fact (which is probably why I don’t feel compelled to run this site in any consistent or particular manner). It’s not for anyone but me — I only make it publicly available because a) SOME people seem to like it, and b) if I was to keep my thoughts private, I would never feel free from them.
If that kills your buzz, hyperlink yourself the fuck out of here. Unless you’re a masochist, I guess.
“Hipsters disembark at Belmont.”
[Southbound] “This is Monroe. Have a nice day, art fags. Black people, hold up, your stop is still coming up.”
“This is Addison. If there’s a Cubs game, will those 99% of you wearing blue t-shirts please exit the train while everyone else breathes a sigh of relief. You 1%, next time learn to take the bus. Non-locals haven’t figured that system out yet.”
“The next stop is _______. Transfer to [link to the suburbs], [link to the suburbs] and [link to the suburbs] if you have 2.4 children, a small dog, and a hybrid vehicle that you left at home today so you could finish up that book you downloaded to your Kindle while minimizing your carbon footprint or some gay buzzwordy Whole Foods shit like that. Nice North Face jacket.”
“Hipsters disembark at Belmont.”
[Southbound] “This is Monroe. Have a nice day, art fags. Black people, hold up, your stop is still coming up.”
“This is Addison. If there’s a Cubs game, will those 99% of you wearing blue t-shirts please exit the train while everyone else breathes a sigh of relief. You 1%, next time learn to take the bus. Non-locals haven’t figured that system out yet.”
“The next stop is _______. Transfer to [link to the suburbs], [link to the suburbs] and [link to the suburbs] if you have 2.4 children, a small dog, and a hybrid vehicle that you left at home today so you could finish up that book you downloaded to your Kindle while minimizing your carbon footprint or some gay buzzwordy Whole Foods shit like that. Nice North Face jacket.”
Stereotyping people is fun. Do me! Do me!
Stereotyping people is fun. Do me! Do me!
I noticed your previous allusion to Huey Lewis and the News; Their early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when Sports came out in ’83, I think they really came into their own, commercial and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. He’s been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far much more bitter, cynical sense of humor.
I noticed your previous allusion to Huey Lewis and the News; Their early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when Sports came out in ’83, I think they really came into their own, commercial and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. He’s been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far much more bitter, cynical sense of humor.