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Friday, February 22, 2008


Snow falling on Jabberwockies in the Metro
Current mood: awake
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

It's finally snowing in New York City.

To being: New Yorkers hate snow. They hate how it screws up traffic, they hate that it's cold. They hate that it makes walking a bit more difficult. Most of all, they hate New York when there's anything other than 75 degrees, sunny with a fresh, but slight, breeze. They should move to Santa Barbara, like my brother did. Pretty much describes that place 24-7... except it also has some awesome beaches. Interestingly enough, it costs about the same to live in either place. Go figure.

So, no riding, no running, my other brother is riding the Metro with me. I rolled out of bed, got dressed and was out the door in under ten minutes. Would have missed the metro, but they're running late too, because somehow, even on rails, New Yorkers worry about the snow. I'm not a metro operator, so I don't know the intricacies of this, and I'm not quite cynical enough yet to assume they merely run behind schedule because they've got a good excuse to. I'm close to being that cynical though. Very close.

Anyways, everyone's in a bad mood on the Metro. See above for the reason. The two cats smiling about the whole situation are your's truly, and my brother, two California kids, loving the fact that we finally got some real snow. Like 3 inches. No jokes about endowments please, it's too early.

And speaking of too early, someone hit play on a human tape recorder. I'm not trying to be offensive to those that enjoy the proselytizing Xians. Just a personal opinion - I got to hear about fifty paragraphs of words, not one rational thought, and a bunch of hooey as we were passing over the Manhattan Bridge. The woman wasn't really speaking to anyone on a personal level, she was just speaking aloud... to everyone in the metro car. No one asked her to speak, and no one wanted her to speak... almost everyone is either listening to music on their iPods (fuck apple!), reading the newspaper (fuck Murdoch!), or watching porn on their iTouch phones (go porn!).

I had a brief discussion with my brother about the rudeness of the proselytizing, and wondered if we could take a couple of approaches:

1) doctors. We could both rush the woman, and exclaim, "stand back! We're doctors! This woman is suffering from diarrhea of the mouth!"

2) fellow proselytizers. Preaching the gospel of the Invisible Pink Unicorn, ensuring that everyone knows that if they do not tend their pastures, they shall be trampled underhoof, or outright gored.

However, having to worry about the feds, I decided to be a coward and do nothing. Story of my life.

We get to the Canal Street stop, which is in Chinatown, when finally some New Yorker had enough, "Jesus would love you off this FUCKING TRAIN!" Which starts a miniargument in the back of the car, and someone in the middle of the car exclaiming, "you don't want her on the train, you get off too!"

Brother at this point is laughing, and I'm trying to contain myself. Brother says, "It's a little early for Jesus, don't you think?"

"I never try to do Jesus, without first a cup o' Joe."

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