How would you know it, You're the same when you're living (F x's 3 Series #6)

Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday.

1. There are many reasons why I love Graham Wright's tweets, but today, my reasoning is two fold. a. he posted a link to Jezebel, and b. it had to do the time old debate of cake vs. pie. 

2. One of Ottawa's few independent music stores closed this week. Shame on you ticketmaster, HMV, and all the other corporate bastards who decide to locate themselves conveniently down the street from true gems of a store. End Hits, thank you for being awesome and providing me with tickets to almost every show I've seen in the past two years. 

3. For my Intro to Women's Studies class last year we had to write a paper dissecting the portrayal of women in a music video of our choice. (I tore Beyonce's Diva to shreds.) The A.V. Club wrote an awesome article in the same vein. 

4. Kevin Drew is just so darn quotable!

5. I saw a homeless man throw up on a bus this week. Then he passed out. Can someone please come up with a real solution to the growing problem of homelessness?

by now you should have realized what you've got to do. (MSB Series #5)

Today on the bus...

... I saw the MOST EPIC handlebar mustaches.

... I encountered my first transit officer. They ask to see your transfer, proof of payment, transit pass etc. She kind stuck out with her scowling and prowling of the bus. well, that and she was wearing a black coat with big white letters saying who she was...

... I sat down next to a very strict looking businessman. Full suit, perfectly gelled hair, leather shoes, etc. He was listening to his ipod loud enough that I could hear it too. Biggest surprise - he was listening to all house music.

... I forgot where I lived and missed my stop.

shed your love, shed your love (MSB Series #4)

Today on the bus...

... I got off at my stop to go home, and a man was sitting in the bus shelter (noteworthy because it was a very nice sunny day) drinking, what i could smell was booze, out of a bottle wrapped in brown paper bag. I thought that only happened in movies... or as a joke when drinking with friends...

... the woman across from me was carrying on a two sided conversation. With herself. There were a lot of vehement "Yes!" 's and "No!" 's ...

... a man got on with (what I'm going to assume was) his toddler daughter. She was grinning and squirming, obviously pleased to be taking a ride on the bus. She would point at things, watch the people around her with wide eyes, and engage the people closest to them in conversation. The best part of all of this though was the guy sitting next to her, who couldn't help grinning at how cute she was.

say what you said, now say it again, little bird, little bird (MSB Series #3)

Today on the bus...

... in the middle bench seat section of the 12 a man leans over and quietly says something to the woman next to him. She asks him to repeat himself. He leans over again. She looks confused and little disturbed, and moves to the seat over. I really want to know what he said...

... a younger couple was sitting in front of me and speaking in some eastern european language (at least i think so). at one of the stops an older lady gets on and sits in the elderly seating in front of the younger couple. after a minute of hearing them talk, she turns to them and starts speaking to them in the same language. they were still chatting away when i got off...

and laughter took the place of everything we knew we were not (MSB Series #2)

today on the bus...

... a girl was wearing a pink leather jacket. If Grease had of been set in the 80's, Sandy would have totally worn it when she became a pink lady.

... there was a very awkward umbrella incident. a woman (whether accidentally or on purpose i dont know) opened her umbrella, spraying the three ladies across from her with water. it was a fairly large golf umbrella from the university, and as she was struggling to close it the bus stopped and a woman walked on, not paying attention to the front of the bus where the flailing of the umbrella was occurring. to prevent something horrible from happening (or i assume that was the motive) one of the women who got sprayed threw out her arm and cried 'watch out'. the woman walking looked startled, and then in a very stern voice you might hear from your grandmother, told the flailing umbrella lady to 'put that away!' and promptly sat down right across from her. the rest of the ride was fairly quite...

... there are regulars! people who ride the bus on a daily basis, on the same route, at a fairly set time! i hadnt really thought about this (as you can tell from my enthusiasm). a guy got on the bus this morning, and this is how i assume the conversation between he and the bus driver went:

guy: fumbles in bag for a moment, but looks up "oh hi bob"

driver: look of recognition on his face "hello roger, how are you today"

guy: "good, good, yourself?"

driver: "not bad, oh dont worry about it" (referring to showing bus pass)

guy: "thanks bob, have a great day"

i want to be a regular just so i can have one of those pleasantly meaningless conversations with the bus driver.

sometimes im sleeping, and im still on my feet (MSB Series #1)

Today on the bus I saw...

... that the guy sitting in front of me, who both looked and smelled homeless, cleaned his (real) raybans every other stop, though they looked pretty clean to me... maybe he should focus on his hair next? lather, rinse, repeat...

... a university age girl sitting with an older woman, who was chatting away about the 80's before "all those stupid radicalists got involved." when the girl got off a couple of blocks from campus the woman kept talking...

... a boy who could only be 10 or younger wearing the smallest skinny jeans ive ever seen. i didnt know they made them for babies now. sounds like something baby gap would do...

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EXCITING NEWS!

prepare yourselves for my brilliant new idea to spice this place up!

THE MAGIC SCHOOL BUS SERIES: ADVENTURES IN PUBLIC TRANSIT !!!

forget politics for a minute, and let me share with you my tales in transit!

(i sound like a cheesy car salesman)