I guess a holiday weekend really screws up my blogging routine. I had no idea I have an adoring public. By 'adoring' I mean 'tolerating' and by 'public' I mean 4 people.
So I'm walking to the metro yesterday, listening to my walkman (no I don't have an ipod yet-if anyone wants to donate $200 I'll send you my address) and one of the stations is playing "Careless Whisper" by one Mr. George Michael. The fascinating thing is the song lasted my entire walk out of the building, to the metro and into the station where I lost the signal. That's a good 5-6 minute walk. Who knew that song was so long?? And yes, the really relevant question is why did you listen to the song for the entire walk? And that, my friends, is an answer I cannot give you. It'll remain one of life's great mysteries. I guess the dulcet stylings of G.M. were just too much for me to resist.
The really weird thing is while I was driving, not two hours later, it came on again on another station. What is with the soft rock DJs in the DC area? Maybe they're trying to recapture the glory of the pre-public-bathroom-cavorting-George Michael.
Having mentioned the metro, let me just mention a few annoyances to my fellow public transportation customers. One-stop pushing me out of the way to get a seat. One of these days I will snap and body slam you. Two-if you move from your seat to a pair of empty seats at a busy station, you are an idiot. Someone will sit next to you and you just wasted your time. Three-if you fall asleep and your head starts bobbing, I will laugh at you.
So I'm walking to the metro yesterday, listening to my walkman (no I don't have an ipod yet-if anyone wants to donate $200 I'll send you my address) and one of the stations is playing "Careless Whisper" by one Mr. George Michael. The fascinating thing is the song lasted my entire walk out of the building, to the metro and into the station where I lost the signal. That's a good 5-6 minute walk. Who knew that song was so long?? And yes, the really relevant question is why did you listen to the song for the entire walk? And that, my friends, is an answer I cannot give you. It'll remain one of life's great mysteries. I guess the dulcet stylings of G.M. were just too much for me to resist.
The really weird thing is while I was driving, not two hours later, it came on again on another station. What is with the soft rock DJs in the DC area? Maybe they're trying to recapture the glory of the pre-public-bathroom-cavorting-George Michael.
Having mentioned the metro, let me just mention a few annoyances to my fellow public transportation customers. One-stop pushing me out of the way to get a seat. One of these days I will snap and body slam you. Two-if you move from your seat to a pair of empty seats at a busy station, you are an idiot. Someone will sit next to you and you just wasted your time. Three-if you fall asleep and your head starts bobbing, I will laugh at you.
posted by staca at
10:48 AM
4 Comments:
That's a funny blog. I hate Metro riders too. Like if it's an empty train and you don't scoot in, everyone looks at you like your a filthy animal who won't share his space. Or men who won't get up when there's a woman with a baby standing. I make a point to stare at them real mean like. And if they see me staring, I don't break my stare. I always win stare-offs with strangers.
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Shannon, at 5:25 PM
OH yeah, and I'm thinking I should kidnap you.
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Shannon, at 5:27 PM
Mmmm, that's quite a good blog you have there, Staca is it? Is that pronounced "staw-kah"? Or "staw-saw"? Either way's totally cool. Anyway, Metro riders sound like real bastards; believe me, I won't be going to DC anytime soon. Also, don't let Shannon kidnap you. She's an unsavory character and I'm not at all sure she's joking when she says she wants to abduct you.
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Miller Sturtevant, at 3:44 PM
Okay, can we see some more blog action. Hello? And why is Anonymous telling you how to clear up you skin and in turn telling me how to clear my skin up as well. I hate her.
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Shannon, at 5:18 PM
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