Friday, April 13, 2007
Sleepless in California
Something odd just occurred to me as I peeked in on Orbie's blog to check for a new entry . . . I clicked on the link and her post popped up and the second sentence about getting to sleep in because of Spring break caught my eye (even though I've read this entry before) and the odd thing that occurred to me is that most people work that way -- look forward to being able to sleep in on days off -- but, I'm the opposite. I'm off work tomorrow and Monday and one of the first things that popped into my head when I got home was that I get to stay up as late as I want tonight. All night, if I want to. AND . . I can get up as early as I want as well.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Overheard on the streets of SF
Woman: I have to go home and walk my dog.
Man: Why?
Woman: Because he needs to be walked.
Man: I've never understood that whole thing. Women walking their dogs and picking up their dog's poop. They should be doing that for a man.
Woman: WHAT?
Man: Seriously . . . women should go for walks with their man and be picking up their man's poop, not a dog's poop.
Woman: You're kidding, right?
Man: No. I'm serious. Everytime I see a woman walking a dog and picking up the dog's poop I feel like going over there and telling her that she should be doing that for her man, not a dog.
Woman: You're fucked up in the head.
Man: (Laughing) I might be but it's true.
Woman: Ugh, get the fuck away from me.
Man: (Yelling as the woman walks away) If you think about it, you'll realize I'm right!!
Man: Why?
Woman: Because he needs to be walked.
Man: I've never understood that whole thing. Women walking their dogs and picking up their dog's poop. They should be doing that for a man.
Woman: WHAT?
Man: Seriously . . . women should go for walks with their man and be picking up their man's poop, not a dog's poop.
Woman: You're kidding, right?
Man: No. I'm serious. Everytime I see a woman walking a dog and picking up the dog's poop I feel like going over there and telling her that she should be doing that for her man, not a dog.
Woman: You're fucked up in the head.
Man: (Laughing) I might be but it's true.
Woman: Ugh, get the fuck away from me.
Man: (Yelling as the woman walks away) If you think about it, you'll realize I'm right!!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Seen and heard during my commute home
Standing on the corner of Montgomery & Bush streets in San Francisco both beneath a sign and across the street from a sign that says "BUSH":
Man: So, where is this place at?
Woman: It's on Bush.
Man: Where are we at now?
Woman: I don't know.
Man and woman look around.
Woman: That sign says Bush, maybe this is Bush.
Man: I don't know . . .
Woman: I don't either . . .
They continue to look around.
Woman: What do you think? It might be Bush.
Man: I'm not sure.
Woman: Maybe we should ask someone?
Urban -- thinking in her head: Oh please! Oh please! Oh please! Ask me! Ask me! -- I wanted to see if I was mean enough to lie to them and say, "No, this isn't Bush."
Man: I don't know.
Woman: Well, let's walk up it a ways and see if we can figure it out.
Seen and heard on BART:
Woman gets on the BART train pulling a wheeled briefcase. Sits down and leans over to open her briefcase. Unzips it, pulls out a laptop computer and moves her briefcase so that it is horizontal across the aisle blocking everyone's path. Train starts going and a person standing in the aisle bumps the briefcase and it falls over. Woman picks it up and stands it upright again, still blocking the aisle.
The train lurches along and the briefcase gets bumped again and falls over again. Woman picks it up and replaces it in the same place. A third time this happens and the woman still picks it up and leaves it where it was. Finally, a guy picks it up and turns it so that it's parallel to the woman's seat - no longer blocking the aisle. She looks at it, and turns it back to . . . blocking the aisle. The guy turns it back. She looks at it, and turns it back . . . again. By now the train has reached its next stop and a bunch of people exit the train and the guy who kept turning the briefcase grabs it and rolls it over to the handicapped section which has no seating and which is about 6 feet away from the woman and he goes back to his seat.
The woman ignores him and continues to work. At the next stop she gets up, walks over to her bag, puts away her computer and exits the train.
I wonder what was going through her head?
Man: So, where is this place at?
Woman: It's on Bush.
Man: Where are we at now?
Woman: I don't know.
Man and woman look around.
Woman: That sign says Bush, maybe this is Bush.
Man: I don't know . . .
Woman: I don't either . . .
They continue to look around.
Woman: What do you think? It might be Bush.
Man: I'm not sure.
Woman: Maybe we should ask someone?
Urban -- thinking in her head: Oh please! Oh please! Oh please! Ask me! Ask me! -- I wanted to see if I was mean enough to lie to them and say, "No, this isn't Bush."
Man: I don't know.
Woman: Well, let's walk up it a ways and see if we can figure it out.
Seen and heard on BART:
Woman gets on the BART train pulling a wheeled briefcase. Sits down and leans over to open her briefcase. Unzips it, pulls out a laptop computer and moves her briefcase so that it is horizontal across the aisle blocking everyone's path. Train starts going and a person standing in the aisle bumps the briefcase and it falls over. Woman picks it up and stands it upright again, still blocking the aisle.
The train lurches along and the briefcase gets bumped again and falls over again. Woman picks it up and replaces it in the same place. A third time this happens and the woman still picks it up and leaves it where it was. Finally, a guy picks it up and turns it so that it's parallel to the woman's seat - no longer blocking the aisle. She looks at it, and turns it back to . . . blocking the aisle. The guy turns it back. She looks at it, and turns it back . . . again. By now the train has reached its next stop and a bunch of people exit the train and the guy who kept turning the briefcase grabs it and rolls it over to the handicapped section which has no seating and which is about 6 feet away from the woman and he goes back to his seat.
The woman ignores him and continues to work. At the next stop she gets up, walks over to her bag, puts away her computer and exits the train.
I wonder what was going through her head?
Cross by James Patterson
This book gets 3 USGs.
I have two authors that I consider my favorite light reading. They are Tony Hillerman and James Patterson. The only novels of Patterson's that I like are the ones with the Alex Cross character so, seeing that I'm staying all alone in a big ole house alone, I decided to read "Cross" on my quiet Easter Sunday.
This novel was as good as any of the other Alex Cross novels. The psychos are always over-the-top psycho and this was no exception. The villian, known as "The Butcher", was a psycho mafia hit man gone bad (if you can imagine that) but, in the end . . . Alex Cross always gets his man. I won't go too much into the novel but it was satisfyingly suspenseful.
I have two authors that I consider my favorite light reading. They are Tony Hillerman and James Patterson. The only novels of Patterson's that I like are the ones with the Alex Cross character so, seeing that I'm staying all alone in a big ole house alone, I decided to read "Cross" on my quiet Easter Sunday.
This novel was as good as any of the other Alex Cross novels. The psychos are always over-the-top psycho and this was no exception. The villian, known as "The Butcher", was a psycho mafia hit man gone bad (if you can imagine that) but, in the end . . . Alex Cross always gets his man. I won't go too much into the novel but it was satisfyingly suspenseful.
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