I usually walk to work on Thursdays. No sense in riding in, because Chuck would only sit in my office overnight. Safekeeping. I'm loathe to leave Chuck in the garage. Plus I'd be stuck walking in on Friday morning. I like to maximize sleeping on Friday morning. I usually need all I can get. Walking in ain't no big deal. I took the bus, the 19 Polk, a couple times and there's quite a collection of gangsters, thugs and warlock-witch-wierdos riding. I'd rather walk. Walking in today there was this rain thing goin' on. It never poured but rather annoyed with this constant misting. It was too windy to risk sacrificing one's umbrella and the mist was pretty light, but I was out in it for long enough to get kinda soaked. Screw it, though. It ain't snow and I'm dry a half-hour later. Here: I'll share some observations of the morning walk-to-work with you all.
There was this girl with obviously dyed red hair that had on a tuke. Complete with fuzzball/pompom/whatever you want to call it on top. It looked like a Gap tuke. Kinda trendy. Anyway ... I walk fast. Usually a lot faster that most people. This girl in the trendy Gap tuke walked pretty fast. About as fast as me. Not to be outdone, I picked up the pace. She won the race to Market Street because she J-walked through traffic and I don't mess with the crappy SF drivers.
There's a lot of junk on the sidewalk from Sutter and Hyde to Market and Hyde. Pour tons of water on that junk and it all starts lookin' the same: BAD.
There was this guy on the second leg of the trip (Market to Townsend on 8th) who also tried to keep the pace. I would pass and get 20 or 30 steps in front, only to be stopped by a red light where he'd catch up. But I won because T'homeless dude jackknifed his shopping cart right in front of him. Ha!
Even though it's raining, it ain't that cold. Crappy songs never get out of your head. (Examples: "She-Bop," that "I believe in miracles" song.)
They changed the big air-thingys at 650 Townsend. The metal is all shiny. (I didn't say the observations would be enthralling.)
One can be thirty years old but act ten.
It doesn't rain under highway overpasses and people still hold up their umbrellas.
Banana Republic boxers are okay to walk around in. Most boxers are not. They don't fit well and tend to ride.
Tonight - step into the Phone Booth.
THIS WEEK'S CONTEST: Alan begged to have tonight's contest be a Wet T-Shirt Contest. I told him no, it's a family contest. He moaned about it, so it's up to you. I wash my hands of the thing.
THIS WEEK'S ALTERNATE "FAMILY" CONTEST: Make Out contest. Bonus points for opened-mouth kissing. (That's "Family.")
THIS WEEK'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT: The introduction of the Apple Newton. Today in 1993 Apple Computer unveilled the hand-held computing device known as the Newton. Take a look at your Pilots and Visors, or whatever hand-held Palm thingy you've got. The Newton was better, but it failed to catch on. "Before it's time?" Perhaps. Oh well. Todd will play the Newton and Moss has volunteered to interpret the role of "Fanfare." I'll play an Apple-bashing journalist. (Should be easy. They're brainless.)
THIS WEEK'S SINGLED-OUT LIST MEMBER: Coach. Yesterday she asked Alan and I "where are you going tommorrow?" The correct question is "where are we going tommorrow?" She's singled-out because she A.) Screwed up the question, and B.) Has to wait for the TNSC Venue Announcement just like everyone else.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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