I don't know why all the crazies are attracted to me on the train on my normal commute home on the 7 train for example. As usual, the train was packed and there was a girl pushing her back against mine. We were standing elbow to elbow and back to back. In front of me is sitting some kind of guy who appeared be hispanic and in his early 20's. Every seat was full next to him. He seemed normal, dressed properly for the winter and for 90% of the train ride was dozing until right before the stop he needed to get off.
All of a sudden he went nuts. I think looking back, I may have influenced him by projecting my thoughts into his small mind. At the time I was thinking how uncomfortable it was in the train and I needed to flex or stretch but there was absolutely no room. Then the guy springs into action. First thing he does is stretch his legs, and steps on my shoes. Then he steps on both of them and then starting pushing out with his legs. Next he started with the arms and flailing them side to side in a slow stretching motion as if the two people to both sides of him didn't exist. His hands went up the guy to his left's face like an octopus' tentacles and the kept squirming and stretching as if something uncomfortable was bothering him.
Then came the final act. Mind you, this is a train packed like sardines and there was no room, yet magically as the guy rolled off the train seat onto the floor everyone managed to squeeze even tighter and made the room for him. He almost looked like he was trying to break dance. Instead he did a swirling motion with his whole body in the fetal position for a good minute. Round and round he went. Everyone magically made room and looked on in disbelief or amusement.
The other odd thing to keep in mind is that there was no sound throughout any of this. None from the guy, nor any from the onlookers or even the guy he face planted with his hands. I of course had front row seats to all the action and didn't say anything either.
The lady that sat next to him ran for the hills and I can tell most of the people were fearful he might do something violent. But alas, it was not meant to be. He just composed himself after his floor antics and sat back down onto his other neighbor's seat who had also left, and then acted as if nothing had happened at all. At the next stop he simply stood up and got out.
After the show, the two seats remained eerily empty despite not having anything on them.
That's a NY train ride for ya.
This public service announcement was brought to you by the number 7. And kids, don't do drugs.
Fred taught me a new way of thinking about soduku today. It was surreal. He did it like a robot and started to solve it single line by line. Normally I would solve it two at a time twice per box or do the line x line elimination menthod, I didn't know you could do it that way until I got stuck and asked him, "hey how do you figure out these three boxes where every single blank has at least two options."
The bane of humanity.
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Neato song. You hear that ladies? Gotta take good care of me now! Muahahaaaaaaaaaaa
FREE ice skate rentals at Bryant Park, hot chocolate, and bag check from 11am-10pm tomorrow Monday!
Who's up for some fun after work?
Lots of onlookers in addition to the actual skaters since it is right in the busy area of the city
Some professional skaters there to show us a good itme.
and of course the many small outdoor kiosks for selling everything Christmas'ey about two months ahead of schedule.
"give me a break" is all I can say. It is that time of the month when certain items are marked with a symbol to denote that they support one of those wonderful causes for women when you buy the product at your local supermarket.
They make it seem like you're on a mission to help cure cancer & save the world at the same time. The National Breast Cancer Society must be on crack. You know, the one where they dangle a carrot in front of you, you know you want it, and you kinda run along for a while, but then get tired or just come to the realization that it's a just freakin carrot and stop chasing it.
But guess what? You don't make a 'donation' once you buy these products with the nice pink logo on it AND the company doesn't even make a donation on your behalf as you would assume.
Instead you have to open the lid, get the secret code, visit a website, do the secret handshake, then search the site for a non existent entry form and finally come to the conclusion that you've been duped. How do you know this? The website has a 'under construction' banner on top.
All this wasted effort for a 10 cent donation.
bah humbug.
The world doesn't make sense.
As people, we are logical, methodical and try to see the light in all this chaos around us.
But most of the time we don't get the whole story; can't see the big picture as the saying goes. We fill in the blanks with what we know.
The problem is that we grow attached to these ways of thinking. Ways that has comforted us, guided us through the bad times.
When evidence contrary to our beliefs appear, we reject it.
Such is the way with religion and to a larger extent, Maggie's cajun chicken.
They aren't just for old wives anymore. Chao has been infected as well.
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