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All in all, it was a Monday.

Holy shit, was it ever! Though I did get taken out to eat for ribs. 

This is dedicated to TGRR, since he seems to enjoy my ranting so.

I saved a life last night.

No rly! I did! I'm a hero! Go me!

This is a tale of how a good deed did, in fact, go unnoticed, and why I am in pain this morning...

As it's been previously stated, I commute from Providence to Boston for work and vice versa on the way home. The train I take home is typically the 8:15pm local. It's evil, I hate it, but for 8% more on my paycheck every other week, why the fuck not?

I always go to the first forward-moving car, which in the case on the way home is the one right after the engine. I do this for two reasons:

One: The noise of the engine tends to control the crowd in the car.
Two: Most lazy Americans don't want to walk the length of the platform to GET there.

So I do my thing as usual, with the daily Metro in hand cursing at the crossword puzzle and solving the Sudoku in about 3 minutes. This train takes about an hour and 5 minutes to get into Providence.

The last thing I want to do when I exit this train is involve myself with human contact of any kind. I'm tired, I want to go home, and typically I have to piss like a racehorse because I'll be damned, even in the gravest of circumstances or status of my bladder, to use the facilities on board of an MBCR train.

The train pulls into the station, and I high-tail it to the rear of the car, passing by a young black woman who is chatting away on her Sidekick and ignoring what I assumed was her small (3-4 year old) son. So I go to the door, and someone in front of me opens it. Now, for those that have never been on a commuter train, especially the car that attaches to the engine, the doors tend to be pretty heavy and are hard to latch open, so you really have to THROW it to the side to exit the train. Well the person in front of me didn't really push the door open hard enough, and I slipped through before it was slamming back. However, the wayward kid who was being shunned by his gossiping, Baby Phat and Apple Bottoms-glittering mother, decided that he wanted to follow........Just as that door was about to crush his skull.

Call it a '6th sense', call it 'woman's intuition', or just call it 'not wanting to deal with being a witness to a little boy being turned to goo in front of his mother and a potential lawsuit to MBCR', I dove back into the closing door, screamed, "WATCH OUT!" and pushed the kid out of the way. He fell back in front of his mother and I took a steel door to the left shoulder. I threw the door back with my weight and locked it in place, and caught eye-contact with the boy's mom, who stopped talking for a moment.

She looked at me, looked at her son, looked at me, looked at her son, then said straight out to him, "Next time you don't stay by me I'm gonna throw your ass off the fucking train if that's what you want!"

I was dumbfounded. No thank you, no nod, no nothing. Just verbal abuse to her son and back to her fucking phone as if nothing happened.

So I walked to the station, and replayed the events in my head...Then came to this conclusion:

Like a finger in the power-socket, the kid has to learn. Next time, let his skull get cracked, because my shoulder would thank me for it. Put your kids on a leash, kthxbye.

http://www.drmcninja.com/mcdonalds.html

It's amazing what too much coffee and Google at your fingertips can yield these days.

I force a smile
But really I just want to
tell you to fuck off

Next topic: Bill Stickers is innocent.

it should also be mentioned that it IS possible to write a poem that's shitty enough to not get published by poetry.com.

it's also kind of fun.

Is it Vogon poetry? o.o That would make it the worst in the universe.

Publishing is only second to the mob in crime.

Just saying.

That said, I still find it a feat to get published ONLINE even.  *shrug*

Looking into options, it costs money to publish an Ebook...

Yes, an Ebook, a fucking PDF file will soak you like $300 from a "self-publishing" company. ;_;

I was reading a site today where they were like, "Watch out for those so-called self-publishing companies that will charge you outrageous fees for your book to barely get noticed. If you pay our DEPOSIT of $899, we will help you attain your goal of becoming a published author!"

I smacked my head into the desk, and went back to Google.

I'm actually having a hard time looking for a publisher right now that doesn't want $800 in their hand RIGHT NOW before even looking at the manuscript of my novel...And it's not even DONE yet! I just want a feel for the industry.

Awake I ponder
a diuretic it is
pissing my day off

NT: Blow up dolls

Aneristic Strife:

An internal subconscious conflict in which the orderly (left) side of the mind is conflicting with the desire or need of use of the chaotic (right) side of the mind.

Well a lot of people believed that since the Crusades were a Holy Pilgrimage, that they would be forgiven of all sins among other things. Stephen may have been a bit...unfaithful. Which was normal of course. You didn't love your wives, they were baby factories that you signed a treaty for. You fucked someone else's wife or raped peasant girls for pleasure.

Medieval humor ftw. Wives like that had a lot of nerve though. They weren't allowed to read or write, just pop out kids and order their husbands to an armed pilgrimage.

I think that's why my SCA persona is Italian Renaissance. I couldn't stand the idea of playing the part of a woman kept on a too-tight leash. Not that the Renaissance was much better, but it allowed women to at least become educated and perhaps run a business, and not just the Veronica Franco type of business, (though she was also a very accomplished writer).

I've started reading A Booke of Days again by Stephen J. Rivele. It's a chronicle of a knight during the 1st Crusade and is an actual translation of an existing journal.

No it's not.

I thought it was? The Prologue certainly makes it seem like it is.

I've started reading A Booke of Days again by Stephen J. Rivele. It's a chronicle of a knight during the 1st Crusade and is an actual translation of an existing journal.

[From rawilson.com]

Isn't RAW dying last I heard? Like...months left to live or something. His condition got really bad.

Erm, nm, looked it up myself:

From rawilson.com
Here's a quick history of Robert Anton Wilson's scenario. Bob has post-polio syndrome which has severely damaged his legs and weakened his body. He had a hard fall in June of this year which landed him in the hospital. He has since not been able to walk and is thus confined to his bed (overlooking beautiful Monterey Bay fnord), requiring 24 hour care. Due to Bob's acute weakness in June and July, many of his family and friends felt that Bob could go at any time. He has since rallied slowly with up's and down's, and like most things, his condition seems in the maybe state. Bob has no pain, has a hearty appetite, is in steady good, sharp humor and is surrounded by family and friends. Praise Bob! All hail Eris!