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Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
File this under Crazy NYC Stuff
We were in Jersey on Sunday with Mike helping a friend prepare a nursery in his house. A decent time was had by all.
The subway trip home was interesting, though.
Macho bullshit gym-rat jock asshole and his stripper girlfriend (whose relationship likely started sometime last night) get on at Union Square. Jock asshole starts broadcasting to the train that he's called "AKA Mr Biggest Dick" and begins comparing his orgasms to quarts of milk, while she swung around on the pole.
This goes on for a few minutes. Jillian had zero tolerance for this crap and put on her headphones to tune him out immediately. I took the time to think of what to say.
"Excuse me, could you not talk like that in public? Everyone can hear you."
He started shaking his head in disbelief, as though I was lowly scum seeking manna from the gods. As though I was a "hater".
"I don't care about you, I can do whatever I want."
"I don't care about you, either. But more people here don't want to hear your bullshit. Your friend might, but no one else does."
"I don't care about you - "
"Obviously. Is this how you talk in front of your mother? Your sister? No one else wants to hear your vile crap."
"I don't care about you, I'll be all over you before you even know."
"That's great. How about being a man instead of a boy?"
At that point he just stews and talks other crap to his friend, just a lot quieter, and glared at me. I get the knife in my Leatherman ready, hidden in my bag just in case, because he did make a thinly veiled threat. And I just smiled.
The woman he was with handed him a package of Tootsie-Pops. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a box cutter. Once he was done, it went back into the bag, and the bag went onto his back. I kept smiling.
Fortunately, they got off the train a couple of stops before we did.
The subway trip home was interesting, though.
Macho bullshit gym-rat jock asshole and his stripper girlfriend (whose relationship likely started sometime last night) get on at Union Square. Jock asshole starts broadcasting to the train that he's called "AKA Mr Biggest Dick" and begins comparing his orgasms to quarts of milk, while she swung around on the pole.
This goes on for a few minutes. Jillian had zero tolerance for this crap and put on her headphones to tune him out immediately. I took the time to think of what to say.
"Excuse me, could you not talk like that in public? Everyone can hear you."
He started shaking his head in disbelief, as though I was lowly scum seeking manna from the gods. As though I was a "hater".
"I don't care about you, I can do whatever I want."
"I don't care about you, either. But more people here don't want to hear your bullshit. Your friend might, but no one else does."
"I don't care about you - "
"Obviously. Is this how you talk in front of your mother? Your sister? No one else wants to hear your vile crap."
"I don't care about you, I'll be all over you before you even know."
"That's great. How about being a man instead of a boy?"
At that point he just stews and talks other crap to his friend, just a lot quieter, and glared at me. I get the knife in my Leatherman ready, hidden in my bag just in case, because he did make a thinly veiled threat. And I just smiled.
The woman he was with handed him a package of Tootsie-Pops. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a box cutter. Once he was done, it went back into the bag, and the bag went onto his back. I kept smiling.
Fortunately, they got off the train a couple of stops before we did.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
One Year Ago Today...
Jillian and I became a couple. It's been a very good year. I'm looking forward to so many more.
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
No power, sort of.
Since yesterday, we don't have power in the living room, nor do half of the lights in the apartment work. The circuit breaker seems fine. We've called ConEd, who aren't helpful. We talked to the superintendent, who checked things out in the basement and couldn't find anything wrong. He's supposed to call us with a number for a good electrician today.
This really sucks, because I can't use my computer for art stuff I really need to work on. We're camped out in the bedroom. I'm using a netbook and leaching wireless signals from a neighbor.
Sucky week so far.
EDIT: Wednesday, 12:05 AM
All better now. The electrician that I looked up myself (still no word from the super) and contacted around 3 PM came by at 9 PM. He took apart a couple of lighting fixtures and found the problem. It was a very easy fix. He also replaced a faulty outlet. We got a very good price. He was out the door by 10:30.
This really sucks, because I can't use my computer for art stuff I really need to work on. We're camped out in the bedroom. I'm using a netbook and leaching wireless signals from a neighbor.
Sucky week so far.
EDIT: Wednesday, 12:05 AM
All better now. The electrician that I looked up myself (still no word from the super) and contacted around 3 PM came by at 9 PM. He took apart a couple of lighting fixtures and found the problem. It was a very easy fix. He also replaced a faulty outlet. We got a very good price. He was out the door by 10:30.
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