November 1st, 2007

blogging this

it's peaceful here, in my bubble

Sometime a couple weeks ago, I noticed my voice mail light blinking. While shuffling boxes around, I called to listen.

"Hey Alissa, this is Mom. Jayson wanted me to call you to let you know that we are okay. (...huh?) I'm sure you weren't worried, but the fires aren't close to us, (...fires?) so we're fine. I also wanted to know how your move went. (*looks online, and sees the scarry google mashup with the whole of Southern California on fire*) So give me a call back, (Oh my god, there are FIRES!! Mom, are you guys ok!??!?) and let me know..."

A couple days ago, my mom called.

Mom: "Hey, I just wanted to make sure you are okay, and the earthquake didn't effect you."
Me: "...earthquake?"

It occurs to me that it would be pretty easy to trick me, for a few minutes at least until I had a chance to go online.

"Hey, Alissa. I know you are still here, but I just thought I'd call and check in and see if any of your friends were taken in the rapture. Anyway, hope you're okay. Give me a call back."

"Hey Alissa, I just wanted to check in on you. Have the alien overlords conquered your area yet? We're fine over here, hail Zaphod. I hope your assimilation goes well."


There are many official looking signs posted throughout the train, informing you to vacate these seats for disabled persons or that you must carry your transfer at all times as proof of payment. Most of them are the typical informative, finger-wagging that one would expect to see while riding public transportation. This one though, never fails to amuse me.

It's the law!

This leads me to believe that assault on passengers is acceptable. Which is a damned good thing too. Many MUNI riders are in dire need of assaulting.

The other day, on a relatively empty train, we were all rather startled when one of the train doors unexpectedly slid open, revealing the dark interior of the underground tunnels whizzing by. While this didn't appear to be of any immediate danger, it was... well, disturbing.

At the next stop, the driver was informed of the situation and proceeded to address it. As he emerged from his protective plexiglas enclosed chamber to lock the door into place, all I could think was, "He's out, guys! Lets get him!!!"