Archive for March, 2009

Proper Training

March 19, 2009

Build-a-Blog request:  Ali – “A rant about: a) subway etiquette…”

I wasn’t going to do this topic right away, but after this morning’s commute it just needed to happen.

She got on the train and I thought, “Wow!  She’s cute.”  She saw me at the other end of the bench seat and smiled sweetly as she put her iPod ear-buds in.

She then started playing techno music so loud that I could hear every beat of it from six feet away, making her much less attractive than I originally assumed.  I’m not knocking techno here.  To each their own.  But for me personally, 8 o’clock in the A.M. is a bit early for a remix of “Get Your Sexy On” at 120 decibels.

I promise I’m not an old man who hates loud music.  Quite the opposite in fact.  It’s just that I have this crazy notion of respecting people around me and trying to be considerate.

The music thing is actually my number two aggravation on the subway.  It is topped only by those people so in luv they feel the need to make out in front of everyone to let us know.  A little PDA is fine, but I don’t believe The Subway Seat should be added to the Kama Sutra anytime soon.  And if ever I see a couple on the train making out while listening to loud music on their iPods, that’s it.  I’m pulling the emergency break cord and beating them with it.

– J (Saw Something and Said Something)


March 10, 2009

Unless you’re one of those really well known websites, tapping the readers for stuff is usually hit or miss.  Having said that, we’ll see what happens…

Call it writer’s block, call it lack of inspiration, call it laziness.  Either way, my blogger’s broken.  I need ideas! 

Not knowing where else to turn, I am officially accepting suggestions for blog topics.  Anything in particular you’d like to hear me sarcastically opine on?  Any question you’ve just been dying to ask me or the world at large?  I’ll speak on humanities behalf, if you like.  (It wouldn’t be the first time.)

Get specific.  Challenge me.  Want your topic blogged in poetry form?  Bring it, foo.  Want it in iambic pentameter?  Fine.  I have no idea what that means, but if you can explain it to me I’ll iambicly pentam the hell out of it.

Want to ask deep, serious, probing questions about my life?  Ask away and I promise you I MIGHT answer them. 

Point is, have fun and help keep the ol’ blogosphere a-rollin’.  Can’t wait to see what y’all come up with.

– J (is a little scared…)