I’m a commuter.
I ride a train every damned day from my suburban location–about 35 miles out from Chicago–all the way to the city. Since they’ve recently added 2 additional stops to the line, it’s now a lot more difficult to get my very own seat. I’m a big boy. BIG BOY! (I love that credit card commercial where the geeky guy has to repeat his password) (more…)
Chicago has recently come up with, what one would think would be good, smoking bans.
I say this as a non-smoker, of course. I fully entitle you to your right to smoke… but I hate that stuff and all the stink and clogged lungs that come with it. Just so you know where I stand, at least.
The latest smoking ban has taken place on our public transportation. No smoking in the train garage (which means I no longer have to inhale your second-hand smoke AND the crap that’s coming off of the trains).
Oh yeah–there’s also no smoking at the entranceways to buildings.
I thought this would be a good one. I remember the walk to my Starbucks and the “Carcinogen Corner” as I had dubbed that entranceway. It was amusing to me–and very frustrating at the same time. Didn’t seem fair to me that I’d have to clamor through the smokers stankifying the entrance way so they could huddle together for warmth. (more…)
It’s been a long, long time coming. You know it. You don’t even read it anymore. And that’s okay, really.
On top of the too many spamalot links and pron up top, there’s not boatloads of reasons to come back much. It’s cool; my life might have finally turned into one of those where I say, “Wow, you have time to blog everyday?” and that’s kind of cool, too.
So, in a couple of days, this site will go away. I’m tired of the Spam that gets dropped off all the time. I’m tired of bickering with a web company that cannot keep the site up. I’m just not into feeling so battered by this anymore. (more…)
Thirty Six came and went without much notice.
Thankfully.
See, it’s turning 36 that really made me feel like I’m “pushing 40″. Can’t really explain it all that much; I’m not terribly troubled by it–With the exception of feeling like I might now know what heartburn is and the whole “wow, I’m really out of shape” stuff, I feel about like I’m still 35 or so. (more…)