Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
My back really hurts today
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Friday, February 5, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Mart of Darkness
Clothes shopping trials.
Hours spent in vain to fit
Awkward proportions.
My only options:
Have Three-quarter length sleeves or
Voluminous cloth.
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Last night I bounced between countless outlets, malls, shops, over the course of about four hours trying to find a coat. One that would fit. And would be in my size. I did not believe at the outset that it would be the tribulation that was soon upon me. At the very end of the night, however, I finally happened upon one that I liked and also fit. Sometimes it sucks to be a skinny, long limbed, boy.
(Open Item: Why does the 38 have shorter sleeves than the 36?? It makes no sense.)
Hours spent in vain to fit
Awkward proportions.
My only options:
Have Three-quarter length sleeves or
Voluminous cloth.
-----
Last night I bounced between countless outlets, malls, shops, over the course of about four hours trying to find a coat. One that would fit. And would be in my size. I did not believe at the outset that it would be the tribulation that was soon upon me. At the very end of the night, however, I finally happened upon one that I liked and also fit. Sometimes it sucks to be a skinny, long limbed, boy.
(Open Item: Why does the 38 have shorter sleeves than the 36?? It makes no sense.)
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
On airport sinks
Flail, flail, flail... give up
Move down. Flail, wave, splash. Wettish.
Soap and towels? HAH.
For months I went to the airport every week to pick Lisa up from New York, and during that time my struggle with the bathroom sinks went from "annoying" to "full on rage". Never once did the first (of, admittedly, like 30) sink I tried work. Once I finally found one whose motion controls functioned to some limited degree, I'd then have to go through the same ritual for soap. Then the sink dance again (a couple times really, since you only get 1 second of water per 20 seconds of flapping your hand around like an epileptic hand model) and then, finally, the long walk to the towel dispensers (also motion activated!) which, blessedly, are reasonably simple to get functioning.
But seriously, what possible advantage does this setup grant the airport? Expensive motion sensors on every faucet and soap dispenser in the whole airport and in return they get more people who probably don't bother washing their hands because it's a fucking hassle and that means even more sick people in a place already awash (ha!) with them. I want those metal timer push-button faucet dealies back dammit.
Move down. Flail, wave, splash. Wettish.
Soap and towels? HAH.
For months I went to the airport every week to pick Lisa up from New York, and during that time my struggle with the bathroom sinks went from "annoying" to "full on rage". Never once did the first (of, admittedly, like 30) sink I tried work. Once I finally found one whose motion controls functioned to some limited degree, I'd then have to go through the same ritual for soap. Then the sink dance again (a couple times really, since you only get 1 second of water per 20 seconds of flapping your hand around like an epileptic hand model) and then, finally, the long walk to the towel dispensers (also motion activated!) which, blessedly, are reasonably simple to get functioning.
But seriously, what possible advantage does this setup grant the airport? Expensive motion sensors on every faucet and soap dispenser in the whole airport and in return they get more people who probably don't bother washing their hands because it's a fucking hassle and that means even more sick people in a place already awash (ha!) with them. I want those metal timer push-button faucet dealies back dammit.
On Medical Woes
I just remembered I have both been writing complaint haikus lately AND am a member of a site that is a repository for complaint haikus. Fancy the coincidence! A chain from about a month ago...
So sick and in pain
All the time. At least I am
Healthy on paper.
Tests, cultures, blood work;
All negative, counts normal,
So why feel like death?
Bucket of meds, though,
Throw pills at it til it's fixed.
That should prob'ly work!
Sigh.
So sick and in pain
All the time. At least I am
Healthy on paper.
Tests, cultures, blood work;
All negative, counts normal,
So why feel like death?
Bucket of meds, though,
Throw pills at it til it's fixed.
That should prob'ly work!
Sigh.
Monday, November 2, 2009
On NYC taxi algorithms
Optimization:
In a taxi, the route that
Gets me there fastest.
Contrary driver
Instead seeks routes with most tolls.
No tip for you, sir.
In a taxi, the route that
Gets me there fastest.
Contrary driver
Instead seeks routes with most tolls.
No tip for you, sir.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
On overly friendly dancers
My old assumption:
one party should not inspire
Facebook Friend requests.
Newly discovered:
one good dance two states distant -
even less basis.
I used to roll my eyes when someone added me as a facebook friend after meeting me once at a party. This weekend I encountered an even more extreme epidemic... dancers who you danced one or two songs with at an exchange flocking to your profile in droves. Don't get me wrong - I love great dancers, and I love having dancing contacts in different cities, but how am I supposed to keep track of all these people!?
one party should not inspire
Facebook Friend requests.
Newly discovered:
one good dance two states distant -
even less basis.
I used to roll my eyes when someone added me as a facebook friend after meeting me once at a party. This weekend I encountered an even more extreme epidemic... dancers who you danced one or two songs with at an exchange flocking to your profile in droves. Don't get me wrong - I love great dancers, and I love having dancing contacts in different cities, but how am I supposed to keep track of all these people!?
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