August 5th, 2003

Tuesday

Tuesday begins almost as strange as Monday...

Well, I was doing alright throughout my morning rituals. No wake up call at 3 AM from drunken hair gods, my watch (with its new battery) is ticking away as it should, and I remembered this time to bring my ID card. I even got to sleep at 1 AM, which is an hour earlier than I have in practically a month, so, much success there.

There is your hero, riding happily (OK, not happily, but awake enough to know where I was) on the train, reading my book - the 3 train, still in Brooklyn, traveling towards Wall Street - when all of a sudden, it rained on me.

Let me make this a little clearer. I was sitting. The train doors were closed. We were traveling underground. There was no rain outside. Despite all of that, it rained on me. A short burst of cool water fell onto my head. From where, I haven't the faintest clue. But, it rained on me. Only me. The train was crowded, yet it was only I who got wet. I looked up, so did some of the people around me... no drops or anything. It was as if the water materialized out of thin air, and decided that it would be absolutely grand if it fell on me.

I'm not sure if I appreciate how this week is turning out so far.

The adventures continue...

You see, I need to put up with the following every day. Its lots of fun.

My co-worker/partner in arms and I went down for a cigarette. We usually use this time to bitch about the office, our co-workers, and the universe as a whole. We also usually get interupted or otherwise distracted by one of the strange people in the neighborhood. There is lots of them to choose from. There are the meowers (one works in the building, and just meows and meows, the other walks around with a magnet attached to a long string, looking for change in the grates in the sidewalk, while meowing)... there is the guy with the hyena laugh, there is the guy who says hello to everyone (once told me what a bad day he was having, just because)... there is the strung out crystal meth addict who asks for money, and then curses you for 5 minutes for either not giving him any, or not giving him enough...

I digress...

So, today, we're having fun tearing a co-worker a new asshole, just between the two of us, when this older gent with a cane walks slowly towards us. We have a radar these days... we know before they begin that we will be approached. I've seen this guy around a lot, I think he goes to the OTB on the corner (what lovely neighboors that place brings). So, he sashays over to us, pardons us for the interuption, and the following dialogue takes place. M is my co-worker...

Man - Pardon me for interupting, but I wanted to introduce myself...
M - OK...
Man - My name is Steve.
M - Hi Steve.
Man - But, don't call me Steve. I go by Available Steve. (looking at both of us)

And he walks away. M pondered which one of us he was available for. I threatened violence if she was to ask him.

Hey Ma, we're famous!

This piece of humor (read: garbage) on a lovely Christian Right website just appeared.

http://worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=33928

I never knew I was a former board member and the official media go-to guy for the national organization of sadomasochists. That would have made the job a lot harder.

Plus, gotta love the tone of the article - ah, the smell of religious moral bullshit in the afternoon.

What a putz.