Missy was in town for maybe 24 hours this weekend. It was nice of her to drop by. She was supposed to come in Friday night, but didn't get here til Saturday night. Her loss. She missed carrot cake martinis. Those were potent, and certainly threw Gavi and Rachel for a loop. Jason held up better. I did pretty well, but the next morning my stomach hurt from the sugar content. I'm assuming it was sugar and not that the eggs I had were expired, since my stomach only hurt for a few hours and I wasn't puking for an entire day. But, for some reason, that was a risk I was willing to take in cooking those eggs. Which was really dumb of me since I have a fresh carton of eggs in the fridge. Why would I risk it? Well, I'm living frugally. Can't waste eggs! Nevermind that eggs probably cost 35 cents each. I saved $1.05 in eggs! Think of the chickens! On second thought, don't. That's not a good thing to think about while you are consuming their potential offspring. Oh damn, now I'm a vegetarian...for the next 15 seconds.
If you are going to stand on the left side of the escalator, don't get testy with me when I pass you on the right. It's only illegal while driving, and we all still do it then. Here's a conundrum: passing really fat people on the escalator. More of a problem than you might think.
Speaking of passing, Tom Brady is currently rolling against the Colts. Woot.
Watching Ocean's 11 for class was fun. A few of us had a little viewing together, complete with food. Two problems.
One, the girls just kept talking about how hot the actors were and not paying attention to the plot. That's fine if you know the plot. But don't go from commenting on George Clooney's hair to asking me how they got the old guy who had a 'heart attack' out of the casino. We just watched that part, pay some damn attention if you want to know. "Wait, what?" Just watch the movie, it's not rocket science. Also, the girls got offended when the two guys there started talking about how Julia Roberts isn't that attractive. Don't get all offended for her; she's rich and famous and she can't even hear what we are saying. It hasn't stopped her career yet, so let us have our opinion particularly while you are commenting on every male actor while disregarding the plot line.
Two, I need to stop eating buffalo wings. They are common, cheap, and delicious. But they are so bad for me and they make my stomach feel like it is the Bastille on July 14, 1789. Later on the Reign of Terror happens. It's all bad news. So I don't know when Lent is, but if it were now and I were Catholic I would give up buffalo wings. As it is, I'm considering starting Buffalo Wings Anonymous. *Gurgle* What's that stomach? You want to kill me? I'm not surprised. Soup and salad time!
Showing posts with label metro. Show all posts
Showing posts with label metro. Show all posts
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Metro etiquitte
There are certain behaviors which are common courtesy on public transportation that some people need to be reminded of. Particularly when that public transportation involves escalators or cramped quarters. I have a few quips with how some people in DC have been acting, as they have been falling below the standard of acceptable behavior on the metro.
First, the lady who walks slowly on the escalator. OK, you get some points for not standing on the left side of the escalator like an oblivious idiot. That stops traffic completely until someone manages to "Ahem" the person loud enough that they move. But slow walking lady goes down the left side of the escalator one step at a time, at about a quarter of the pace that I deem acceptable. People have trains to catch! And if you really can't walk faster than that, just get over to the right where there is no walking involved. It's an escalator, it'll take you to your destination...eventually. For now, MOVE!
Second, the guy who sits next to me when there are two open seats next to each other. Come on! I don't smell that good. I like my personal space as much as anyone on public transportation. Go sit by yourself. My headphones are on for a reason, I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to commute.
Third, coughing homeless man. Sir, please do not board this train. You are a public health hazard. Pretty self-explanatory. No one wants to get swine flu from some guy wearing a Teva and a tissue box as a pair of shoes.
Forth, and finally (for now), the guy who is just a creep. On the afternoon/early evening of Halloween there was this guy on the metro I was on. He had some sort of animal fur costume on his head, with black makeup on his nose. I think he was trying to be some sort of rodent. But he was wearing a well-cut black suit with black leather gloves, carrying a black umbrella, and just kind of staring at everyone. I thought he was going to kill someone. He walked the entire length of the car I was on, waiting in front of the doors beginning while we were still in the tunnel and not at a station, and then when the doors opened all he did was walk onto the next car of the train. Hi, my name is psycho.
Blah, blah, blah, this week is busy with Memo 2. I've got it under control. Writing it isn't that bad. What is that bad is listening to other people freak out about it. After listening to a five minute conversation about how to deal with the fact that the plaintiff is seeking a declaratory judgment I couldn't listen to it anymore and said, "How about there is no one right way to deal with it and we should all just calm down?" I still think it's an apt comment. And I'm pretty much done listening to other people talk about how stressed they are. So my goal for the rest of the week is to get my work done, shut my mouth, and possibly duct tape Gunner to a chair and leave him in a janitorial closet.
Oh yeah, Gunner was bad today. In a 55 minute class period you should not be able to ask 4 different "questions" (read: inane, half-formed, illogical word vomits with question marks at the end of them), and detract from the rest of the class actually learning the material. It's fine if you don't understand something or need clarification on a point. But when you are mentioning a movie you saw that is, at best, tangentially related to the subject it is time to be quiet. At this point I am amazed that professors don't stop calling on him and if he starts talking don't ask him to stop. They could at least say "I'll be happy to discuss it with you after class." But he keeps getting attention. He's like giving a moose a muffin. I'm not sure why, because I don't remember that book, but I think it's related somehow. And this isn't just me, at lunch three or four separate people came up to the lunch table fuming about it, completely unprompted.
Also, my Torts professor has not graded our midterms yet due to a "severe bout of laziness" over the weekend. I can respect that.
First, the lady who walks slowly on the escalator. OK, you get some points for not standing on the left side of the escalator like an oblivious idiot. That stops traffic completely until someone manages to "Ahem" the person loud enough that they move. But slow walking lady goes down the left side of the escalator one step at a time, at about a quarter of the pace that I deem acceptable. People have trains to catch! And if you really can't walk faster than that, just get over to the right where there is no walking involved. It's an escalator, it'll take you to your destination...eventually. For now, MOVE!
Second, the guy who sits next to me when there are two open seats next to each other. Come on! I don't smell that good. I like my personal space as much as anyone on public transportation. Go sit by yourself. My headphones are on for a reason, I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to commute.
Third, coughing homeless man. Sir, please do not board this train. You are a public health hazard. Pretty self-explanatory. No one wants to get swine flu from some guy wearing a Teva and a tissue box as a pair of shoes.
Forth, and finally (for now), the guy who is just a creep. On the afternoon/early evening of Halloween there was this guy on the metro I was on. He had some sort of animal fur costume on his head, with black makeup on his nose. I think he was trying to be some sort of rodent. But he was wearing a well-cut black suit with black leather gloves, carrying a black umbrella, and just kind of staring at everyone. I thought he was going to kill someone. He walked the entire length of the car I was on, waiting in front of the doors beginning while we were still in the tunnel and not at a station, and then when the doors opened all he did was walk onto the next car of the train. Hi, my name is psycho.
Blah, blah, blah, this week is busy with Memo 2. I've got it under control. Writing it isn't that bad. What is that bad is listening to other people freak out about it. After listening to a five minute conversation about how to deal with the fact that the plaintiff is seeking a declaratory judgment I couldn't listen to it anymore and said, "How about there is no one right way to deal with it and we should all just calm down?" I still think it's an apt comment. And I'm pretty much done listening to other people talk about how stressed they are. So my goal for the rest of the week is to get my work done, shut my mouth, and possibly duct tape Gunner to a chair and leave him in a janitorial closet.
Oh yeah, Gunner was bad today. In a 55 minute class period you should not be able to ask 4 different "questions" (read: inane, half-formed, illogical word vomits with question marks at the end of them), and detract from the rest of the class actually learning the material. It's fine if you don't understand something or need clarification on a point. But when you are mentioning a movie you saw that is, at best, tangentially related to the subject it is time to be quiet. At this point I am amazed that professors don't stop calling on him and if he starts talking don't ask him to stop. They could at least say "I'll be happy to discuss it with you after class." But he keeps getting attention. He's like giving a moose a muffin. I'm not sure why, because I don't remember that book, but I think it's related somehow. And this isn't just me, at lunch three or four separate people came up to the lunch table fuming about it, completely unprompted.
Also, my Torts professor has not graded our midterms yet due to a "severe bout of laziness" over the weekend. I can respect that.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Yom Kippur and hungry already
It is a remarkable 3 hours into the Yom Kippur fast and wouldn't you know it, I am hungry. This does not bode well for the next 22 hours of fasting. At least I will be asleep for a few of those hours. And with the rest of them I'll be doing exciting things like listening to services in a language I don't understand and reading about personal jurisdiction. Whoopee! I'm actually excited though, it is what I want to do. I really like the idea of Yom Kippur, a day of atonement. And I'm (clearly) not Catholic, so this isn't a common occurrence that you get forgiveness. I like the contemplativeness of the day. No pressure to do anything in particular, just to think. It's rare.
I forgot a ridiculous occurrence that happened on Saturday night on the way to Adams Morgan with Damien. We were on the metro and we pulled in to the Van Ness stop. People got off; people got on. The announcement came on, as it always does, "Doors closing, step back." The doors closed. Then the doors opened. Then the announcement, "Doors closing, step back." Then the doors closed. Then the doors opened. This cycle repeated for about 5 minutes with everyone on the train getting first confused, then frustrated. Some people reached downright anger. It was amusing to watch a girl who had been next to the doors freak out, thinking that she had leaned on them and this was all her fault. It wasn't her fault, but it was someone's. Eventually all the passengers of the train were told to get off and wait on the platform for the next train. We complied, but not without profanity. Damien struck up a conversation with some woman wearing ridiculous yellow shoes. She liked him, but apparently he wussed out and didn't invite her to go with us. It may not have helped that he was beginning to look like Wolfman because he hadn't shaved in a day and a half (though it's not his fault he grows facial hair at a Tim Allen-like rate (some Santa Claus movie, right?)). Eventually the next train comes and the hundred or so people who were inconvenienced by the previous train get on the new one. We take our seats and hold our breath, waiting to see what happens when it is time for the doors to close. "Doors closing, step back" and they close. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief. Then the doors fly open. Everyone looks perplexed for a second until I break out into laughter. A few other people then join me. My laughter continues as the train driver comes over the speaker saying "You need to step back from the door sir, or else the same thing is gonna happen. Stop touching the door!" He wasn't messing around, you could tell. The doors closed and we went. But someone was to blame all along! Thanks, jerk. It's funny to know that one inconsiderate/idiotic person can cause so many other people so many problems. Oh wait, we already lived through the 43rd presidency and learned that lesson.
Last night I went to Rachel's for a pirate themed party. Let me tell you, it was not where all the cool kids were. There were, in fact, only three cool kids present: Rachel, Gavi, and me. The other 15 people, sadly, did not qualify for our category. Their pirate costumes, vehemence for awkwardness, and general demeanor disqualified them. The three of us ate pizza (damn, reminded myself I'm hungry) and generally hung out which was quite pleasant. I did get warned against law school by someone who just graduated. That's always a good sign. I think she's just bitter because she doesn't have a job or an attractive personality. Maybe the pirate costume wasn't helping her, just a thought.
This morning I submitted the infamous Memo 1. It was a lot of help learning that citations were a maximum of 2 (out of 40) points. Wish I had seen that sooner. I'm not thrilled about how it turned out, but I'm not thrilled about legal writing in general. I'm certainly no Oliver Wendell Holmes. I celebrated turning in the memo with a run on the treadmill, a shower, and going to a bar to watch football all day with Dan. We ran into some people from school and met others. It was nice relaxing, drinking my Diet Coke, eating my buffalo wing, and watching the Patriots win. My only qualm is that I got wicked ADD during the game. This is a sports bar that has half a million (maybe 30) television screens. That's a lot. They had about 7 games on at a time, and I ended up trying to follow every one while focusing on the Patriots. It was quite a task and I think I failed at it for the most part. I was crippled by my poor eye sight and my refusal to wear my glasses in any but the most dire circumstances.
I forgot a ridiculous occurrence that happened on Saturday night on the way to Adams Morgan with Damien. We were on the metro and we pulled in to the Van Ness stop. People got off; people got on. The announcement came on, as it always does, "Doors closing, step back." The doors closed. Then the doors opened. Then the announcement, "Doors closing, step back." Then the doors closed. Then the doors opened. This cycle repeated for about 5 minutes with everyone on the train getting first confused, then frustrated. Some people reached downright anger. It was amusing to watch a girl who had been next to the doors freak out, thinking that she had leaned on them and this was all her fault. It wasn't her fault, but it was someone's. Eventually all the passengers of the train were told to get off and wait on the platform for the next train. We complied, but not without profanity. Damien struck up a conversation with some woman wearing ridiculous yellow shoes. She liked him, but apparently he wussed out and didn't invite her to go with us. It may not have helped that he was beginning to look like Wolfman because he hadn't shaved in a day and a half (though it's not his fault he grows facial hair at a Tim Allen-like rate (some Santa Claus movie, right?)). Eventually the next train comes and the hundred or so people who were inconvenienced by the previous train get on the new one. We take our seats and hold our breath, waiting to see what happens when it is time for the doors to close. "Doors closing, step back" and they close. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief. Then the doors fly open. Everyone looks perplexed for a second until I break out into laughter. A few other people then join me. My laughter continues as the train driver comes over the speaker saying "You need to step back from the door sir, or else the same thing is gonna happen. Stop touching the door!" He wasn't messing around, you could tell. The doors closed and we went. But someone was to blame all along! Thanks, jerk. It's funny to know that one inconsiderate/idiotic person can cause so many other people so many problems. Oh wait, we already lived through the 43rd presidency and learned that lesson.
Last night I went to Rachel's for a pirate themed party. Let me tell you, it was not where all the cool kids were. There were, in fact, only three cool kids present: Rachel, Gavi, and me. The other 15 people, sadly, did not qualify for our category. Their pirate costumes, vehemence for awkwardness, and general demeanor disqualified them. The three of us ate pizza (damn, reminded myself I'm hungry) and generally hung out which was quite pleasant. I did get warned against law school by someone who just graduated. That's always a good sign. I think she's just bitter because she doesn't have a job or an attractive personality. Maybe the pirate costume wasn't helping her, just a thought.
This morning I submitted the infamous Memo 1. It was a lot of help learning that citations were a maximum of 2 (out of 40) points. Wish I had seen that sooner. I'm not thrilled about how it turned out, but I'm not thrilled about legal writing in general. I'm certainly no Oliver Wendell Holmes. I celebrated turning in the memo with a run on the treadmill, a shower, and going to a bar to watch football all day with Dan. We ran into some people from school and met others. It was nice relaxing, drinking my Diet Coke, eating my buffalo wing, and watching the Patriots win. My only qualm is that I got wicked ADD during the game. This is a sports bar that has half a million (maybe 30) television screens. That's a lot. They had about 7 games on at a time, and I ended up trying to follow every one while focusing on the Patriots. It was quite a task and I think I failed at it for the most part. I was crippled by my poor eye sight and my refusal to wear my glasses in any but the most dire circumstances.
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