Props to you unlucky bastards. I feel for you - truly, I do.
Let us have a moment of silence, TrainWrecks, and admonish the Rail Gods to spare us such a fate....
About 150 Rescued From 2 Disabled NY Trains
NEW YORK - About 150 passengers have been rescued from two disabled commuter trains coming from New York that lost heat and electricity in a nearly three-hour ordeal.
A railroad official says the passengers got stranded on the two Metro-North trains between Bridgeport and Stratford stations in Connecticut about 3:40 a.m. Thursday. Service has been suspended.
Metro-North spokesman Dan Brucker says several thousand feet of overhead wires that send power to the trains became entangled and torn, cutting off power.
He says passengers were safely helped to a rescue train by about 6:25 a.m. by emergency personnel. The rescue operation was delayed because of the need to lift wires from the tracks and secure other safety hazards.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
And you thought YOU wuz hardcore!
Yeah, you've got your parties / martinis / drag races / hedge fund trading and all dat shiat, but don't be hatin' when I tell you about MY blazin' New Year's Eve. OMFG - you might want to sit down - you gawn be SOOOO jealous of my continent of WIN. For reals.
Oh yeah - had a day utterly RIFE with WIN. Chock FULL O'Win, if you will. Work up at 4:30am after a crazy wierd "plane crash / fire" dream. I noted the oddest characteristic of the dream was the fire. And not just the fire that ensued from the plane crash, but the fact that the fire...formed...a circle. Almost. A "ring", if you will. A ring....of fire! OMG! Johnny Cash! Maybe today is bonus day!!! (Turns out, it was, and it was good, and I felt quite warm and squishy about it all).
After my shift at the shoemakery, I thought to myself "self, let's be BAD ASSED and live a little - Let's go BUY SOCKS!!!". Oh hell yeah - knee socks baby. And not a moment too soon. it's BALLS ASSED COLD outside. Fortunately, the latest in a string of bullshit storms was winding down as I scurried to and fro from the office, er, cobblery-haus, to the Socks-R-Us and on to the trolley station, where I had just enough time to enjoy a delicious beverage before catching the Polar Express back to the Hinterlandshires. It was a tasty beverage.
The train. Oh, the fuckin' train that I spend WAYYYYYYY-hay-hay too much time on. How I both love and loathe thee. It's important to note, dear reader, that on any given night, you never know what mayhem / delays / freaks will ensue and particularly on holidays. It's one of the immutable truths (read: 8th circle of HELL) that if it's a holiday evening and you (as a 'regular') are sorry enough to have to be riding the train, it's going to suck BALLS. And suck em it did.
On the menu for tonight's festivities? Check it....
*the drunk lady who is quickly interacting with others in a far too familiar way (and then proceeds to go smoke in the bathroom)
* the official who isn't all that concerned with the drunk lady smoking in the bathroom on the train, since that table over there has a couple of hot 20-something "nursing students" with awesome racks and they look like they might need some assistance!
*The alarmingly regular 1/2 hour delay alongside the car wash in Wilmington or some other "drive thru" place like that. The fuckin' place at least used to have a funky statue of Jupiter or some other ancient diety, complete with shween-shaped lettuce leaf (so at least there was that....what? don't look at me with that condescending look - let me throw you in semi-solitary for three hours a day and see if you aren't like "wow, look at the fuckin orange paint chips on the corner of that wall - they're in different places than they were the other day!"). They got rid of the statue, the asshats. Probably too many old broads bitching about the nudity. Or maybe jealous wee men.
*the overly friendly mentally challenged young person, wandering about, freely giving out bear hugs and if you're really nice, perhaps even some slobber!
*the unfortunate cat that skids right on past that "stop drinking NOW!!!!" red-line and plows head-first into "oh shit - this has no shot at ending well for you, dood".
The icing on the cake? After all this, I get to pull the ride out of the pile of snow it had been plowed into and clean it off. By myself. In the freezing fuckin' cold.
So I was the sober one, the designated nanny. I'm fuckin' glad I'm home, man. Now the party is in full motherfuckin' effizzekt, complete with:
*a lame free movie on cable (it was marginal at best)
*something nearly devoid of nutritional value for dinner
*Mr. Absurd already asleep
*nothing of ANY redeeming value to zone out to on the tewb.
The one bright spot is a nice splash of a lovely single-malt (an Islay, I think). Tasty. And soon? Sleep. I loves me some sleep, oh hell yes I do.
Sadly, no one gave much of a fuck about my new socks. How do you NOT get at least a semi over cotton knee socks and live in the TUNDRA!?!??!?! -Kneesocks, OUT!
p.s. what in the fuck kind of New Year's Eve bullshit is this Kelly Pickler CRAP!?!?!?? And Lionel Ritchie? What fuckin' year is it? Was there some sort of schism in the cosmic fabric that took place when I wasn't looking? One which somehow transmuted Manhattan back through the bleak and empty space looming between nothingness and the future and head-on into the ugliest period of the 1980s? OMFG. I have yet to see the Dick Clark animatronicbot, however. that poor old bastard. Props, Mr. Clark
Here's a scene from my life, on the train...on New Year's Eve. I've mercifully left the inebriated out of the picture (cept the drunk lady who smoked in the loo -- she's on the left, sitting at a table).
.
Oh yeah - had a day utterly RIFE with WIN. Chock FULL O'Win, if you will. Work up at 4:30am after a crazy wierd "plane crash / fire" dream. I noted the oddest characteristic of the dream was the fire. And not just the fire that ensued from the plane crash, but the fact that the fire...formed...a circle. Almost. A "ring", if you will. A ring....of fire! OMG! Johnny Cash! Maybe today is bonus day!!! (Turns out, it was, and it was good, and I felt quite warm and squishy about it all).
After my shift at the shoemakery, I thought to myself "self, let's be BAD ASSED and live a little - Let's go BUY SOCKS!!!". Oh hell yeah - knee socks baby. And not a moment too soon. it's BALLS ASSED COLD outside. Fortunately, the latest in a string of bullshit storms was winding down as I scurried to and fro from the office, er, cobblery-haus, to the Socks-R-Us and on to the trolley station, where I had just enough time to enjoy a delicious beverage before catching the Polar Express back to the Hinterlandshires. It was a tasty beverage.
The train. Oh, the fuckin' train that I spend WAYYYYYYY-hay-hay too much time on. How I both love and loathe thee. It's important to note, dear reader, that on any given night, you never know what mayhem / delays / freaks will ensue and particularly on holidays. It's one of the immutable truths (read: 8th circle of HELL) that if it's a holiday evening and you (as a 'regular') are sorry enough to have to be riding the train, it's going to suck BALLS. And suck em it did.
On the menu for tonight's festivities? Check it....
*the drunk lady who is quickly interacting with others in a far too familiar way (and then proceeds to go smoke in the bathroom)
* the official who isn't all that concerned with the drunk lady smoking in the bathroom on the train, since that table over there has a couple of hot 20-something "nursing students" with awesome racks and they look like they might need some assistance!
*The alarmingly regular 1/2 hour delay alongside the car wash in Wilmington or some other "drive thru" place like that. The fuckin' place at least used to have a funky statue of Jupiter or some other ancient diety, complete with shween-shaped lettuce leaf (so at least there was that....what? don't look at me with that condescending look - let me throw you in semi-solitary for three hours a day and see if you aren't like "wow, look at the fuckin orange paint chips on the corner of that wall - they're in different places than they were the other day!"). They got rid of the statue, the asshats. Probably too many old broads bitching about the nudity. Or maybe jealous wee men.
*the overly friendly mentally challenged young person, wandering about, freely giving out bear hugs and if you're really nice, perhaps even some slobber!
*the unfortunate cat that skids right on past that "stop drinking NOW!!!!" red-line and plows head-first into "oh shit - this has no shot at ending well for you, dood".
The icing on the cake? After all this, I get to pull the ride out of the pile of snow it had been plowed into and clean it off. By myself. In the freezing fuckin' cold.
So I was the sober one, the designated nanny. I'm fuckin' glad I'm home, man. Now the party is in full motherfuckin' effizzekt, complete with:
*a lame free movie on cable (it was marginal at best)
*something nearly devoid of nutritional value for dinner
*Mr. Absurd already asleep
*nothing of ANY redeeming value to zone out to on the tewb.
The one bright spot is a nice splash of a lovely single-malt (an Islay, I think). Tasty. And soon? Sleep. I loves me some sleep, oh hell yes I do.
Sadly, no one gave much of a fuck about my new socks. How do you NOT get at least a semi over cotton knee socks and live in the TUNDRA!?!??!?! -Kneesocks, OUT!
p.s. what in the fuck kind of New Year's Eve bullshit is this Kelly Pickler CRAP!?!?!?? And Lionel Ritchie? What fuckin' year is it? Was there some sort of schism in the cosmic fabric that took place when I wasn't looking? One which somehow transmuted Manhattan back through the bleak and empty space looming between nothingness and the future and head-on into the ugliest period of the 1980s? OMFG. I have yet to see the Dick Clark animatronicbot, however. that poor old bastard. Props, Mr. Clark
Here's a scene from my life, on the train...on New Year's Eve. I've mercifully left the inebriated out of the picture (cept the drunk lady who smoked in the loo -- she's on the left, sitting at a table).
.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Musings...
Random thoughts. With your host, Patently Absurd...
On Palin:
You know, the Palin / "Sarkozy" fake phonecall was neither fun nor funny. She didn't come off any worse than the 90-hundred other times she came off as a total moron. I'm not entirely convinced she was fully hoodwinked, and frankly, she may have been being a good sport and just going along with the joke.
That being said, that is the one and only thing you will EVER hear me say on the subject of Palin that even remotely could be construed as less-than-bile-soaked. Because truly, that woman is a TARD, and I find virtually nothing redeeming or even likable about her. Her fake, overdone "hockey mom-cum-hillbilly" shtick made me nauseous from day one, and her ONLY saving grace with me was that she was SO retarded and SUCH an asshat that at very least she provided HOURS of angry drunken blogging. Also too, I do a MEAN impression of her, so there's that. How so, Charlie?
On America:
Thank you, America. Thank you from the bottom of my HEART for not driving us completely and totally over the precipice of utter ruin by electing McFailin'08. I heart you, nation!
On Fundies:
2008 was truly the year I came into my own as a person who LOATHES fundies. I thought maybe I just didn't like hypocrites or religious wackjobs or maybe I just didn't like ignorant people who blindly followed some failure of logic. Turns out, I hate ALL of those things, and 2008 gave my hatred a name. And it's name is FUNDIES. I pray every day that Jesus comes back. I wicked, WICKED want to meet Jesus and ask him just like maybe one or two questions. Failing being given the forum within which to pose questions to his Jesusness, I would be completely satisfied to just hear Jesus say "WOW - you people really didn't get anything I said right, didjas??". That would be heavenly. Divine, one might say!
I guess that's it for now. Probably nothing you haven't read here before, but it's been a couple of screwed up weeks and I'm pretty beat.
Here's to a marginally better 2009 for most of us.
On Palin:
You know, the Palin / "Sarkozy" fake phonecall was neither fun nor funny. She didn't come off any worse than the 90-hundred other times she came off as a total moron. I'm not entirely convinced she was fully hoodwinked, and frankly, she may have been being a good sport and just going along with the joke.
That being said, that is the one and only thing you will EVER hear me say on the subject of Palin that even remotely could be construed as less-than-bile-soaked. Because truly, that woman is a TARD, and I find virtually nothing redeeming or even likable about her. Her fake, overdone "hockey mom-cum-hillbilly" shtick made me nauseous from day one, and her ONLY saving grace with me was that she was SO retarded and SUCH an asshat that at very least she provided HOURS of angry drunken blogging. Also too, I do a MEAN impression of her, so there's that. How so, Charlie?
On America:
Thank you, America. Thank you from the bottom of my HEART for not driving us completely and totally over the precipice of utter ruin by electing McFailin'08. I heart you, nation!
On Fundies:
2008 was truly the year I came into my own as a person who LOATHES fundies. I thought maybe I just didn't like hypocrites or religious wackjobs or maybe I just didn't like ignorant people who blindly followed some failure of logic. Turns out, I hate ALL of those things, and 2008 gave my hatred a name. And it's name is FUNDIES. I pray every day that Jesus comes back. I wicked, WICKED want to meet Jesus and ask him just like maybe one or two questions. Failing being given the forum within which to pose questions to his Jesusness, I would be completely satisfied to just hear Jesus say "WOW - you people really didn't get anything I said right, didjas??". That would be heavenly. Divine, one might say!
I guess that's it for now. Probably nothing you haven't read here before, but it's been a couple of screwed up weeks and I'm pretty beat.
Here's to a marginally better 2009 for most of us.
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