Friday, August 28, 2009

Furniture Shopping

I had a family room built (as you know if you have followed my blog-see pics in previous posts). It has been completed since about April or May. It stands empty. Why you ask? Because we need to go furniture shopping. We need to allocate funds for shopping and we need to come up with a floor plan for the furniture. These are all very hard things to accomplish apparently. Whatever happened to the good old days when you went out, looked at one store and bought a living room set for $900.00? Now everything is super expen$ive and the sales people are all interior designers, (how'd that happen?) who want to come to your house to see your floor plan and match your other peices. Huh? Everything is an "accessory" or an "investment". I just want a place to sit and watch the game. When did this becoame so hard. I feel like furniture shopping has become the new car shopping. It has that greasy feeling to it and it makes me sweat when I hear the financing terms. As a matter of fact, I think this next set of furniture will be as much as I paid for my first new car! Crazy stuff.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

I'm Done with the Bus Observations

No more about the bus...for now. Right now I want to talk about Facebook. I think I have to stop being on Facebook for awhile. I decided Facebook is narcissism. I'm starting to feel too self absorbed there. It's all about me and whats going on with me and here's some pictures of me doing stuff. Why do I think anybody gives a crap? My life is pretty damn boring as it is. Why would I want to bore others with this stuff anyway? It would only be interesting if I did interesting stuff! Maybe I should wait to post that stuff instead of camping pictures and land of make believe photos. I'm falling asleep thinking about it. Now If me and the wife vacationed at a nudist resort, that would be an interesting post. And quite narcissistic!
Anyway I'm going to take a FB break. I am digging this Twitter thing though where you can share music and comment on it. I've been posting that to my FB page, but nobody either sees it or wants to comment on it. I am going try that for awhile and see if I can get a buzz on that. Maybe I can link it to this blog? hmmmmmm am I being narcissistic?

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Bus Stories: Chapter Three

Another interesting character is a man I liked to call "brief case seat man". I called him this because he seemed to revel in the times when the bus was full and was standing only. He would hop gaily upon the bus chuckling slyly to himself then walk down the aisle. Once he found himself an open spot, he would place his briefcase down and take out some sort of home made plank and wedge it into the briefcase. This would then act as a seat that would run across the brief case that he could sit on. He would happily plop himself down on that and smile as if he had just found money. Then he would take out of an expandable side pocket on the brief case a portable coffee mug that was wrapped in electrical tape and sip at it until we arrived into the city. I suppose the electrical tape gave it some extra thermal capabilities? He was quite an intriguing passenger on the old 165.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Bus Stories: Chapter Two

Today I want to tell you about the Philipino lady that runs to the line no matter if there is a bus there or not. She is obsessed with beating you to the line and getting in front of you no matter what. You can be walking down the ramp to the bus line and all of a sudden a whooshing sound will go by you and a streak of black hair and white sneakers is all you can see as this crazy woman speeds past you to get one spot in fron of you in line. One day I saw her coming and started jogging. She started sprinting harder. I picked up speed and she started coming at me harder. I started running and before you knew it we were in a foor race. I had to start sprinting, but I beat her to the line. When I got there I put up my arms like a champion. She gave me a dirty look that seemed to say, I will get you again one day. What a lunatic!
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Monday, August 17, 2009

Bus Stories: Chapter One

The Parkway 165 is its own little world. There are people who take the train to Manhattan, then there are those of us who ride the bus to The City. We get on at our frigid or steaming or wet stops and smash ourselves into the 49 seats inside the atmosphere that is controlled by the driver. By sheer luck each day the pleasantness of your ride is determined by the hygiene and habits of your seatmates. Yes the bus is a different world from the train. Characters abound inside that tube of steel and padded foam seats. In the next few entries I will attempt to convey to you, the reader, the unique experiences bus riders endure when commuting to the Port Authority Bus Terminal in New York City.
In order to give you an idea of the passenger that rides the bus, my wife once had the occasion to pick me up. Her car was facing the bus door as the passengers unloaded and she viewed each person as they dis-embarked from the bus. As I got to the car she was inside laughing hysterically. When I asked her what was so funny she said that she was struck funny because every person that came off the bus was funny looking or ugly. One after the other, the bus unloaded a carnival like freak show in front of her and it just struck her as funny.
She isn't exaggerating. I will start with the 5 foot tall man that sits on the bus each day and cowers whenever anybody sneezes, coughs or sniffles. This man looks as if he should have retired years ago. His portly self is squeezed into ill fitting, rather drab and dirty looking suits. He reads the free newspapers that are given out on the streets and generally looks as if he has sucked lemons all day. He has a nasty habit of digging in his ears with his pinkie fingers and pulling out gobs of sticky earwax. He then will proceed to wife it on the upholstery of the seat in front of him. This is a disgusting site that makes my stomach turn. People have audibly groaned when he does it, but he ignores them. He is a disgusting troll like being.