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11.3.99 It took me an hour and a half to get home today. First, everyone got booted from a train at the Galleria on 10th because it became, mysteriously, the Blazer train. Apparently, there's some sort of setup on game nights that involves shuttling people around on the MAX. Although, why they have to do this crap at rush hour, three hours before the stupid game even starts, is beyond me. Since the train forced everyone out above Pioneer Square then there was no way in hell I was going to find an uncrowded train. The next train was packed, of course, and then the train after that. However, as the hour got later I knew it would only get worse so I squeezed on. An old biddy near the door said to me in a nasally whine, "You know, this train is full." We exchanged words until she shut up and then I had to stand, sans handhold, and try not to fall over. I have a problem, like everyone else, with rude people who push and shove and act like the center of the universe. I have a feeling that these same people are the ones who will get in your face about the slightest slight and I have to wonder who's ruder. T. thought I was going to get into a fight at the football game Saturday. Which is silly. There was a loose crowd around the port-a-johns after the game, no line to speak of, and I waited for a few people to step forward out of the crowd as the doors opened. Finally, someone emerged and I waited a second to see if anyone was going to take it and when they didn't I stepped forward. This 40-something that looked like she had been bred better jumped in front of me and grabbed the door and waggled her finger in my face telling me, "no way do you think you're getting in here." I told her she was rude and her friend, equally loud-mouthed, called out that I should wait my turn. It was all ridiculous and I said as much. I mean, what would have been so hard about saying, "I think I was next"? I would have apologized and stepped aside. The biddy put me in a foul mood. Eventually, about seven stops later, I made my way to a seat. It was like one of those little plastic puzzles you get as a kid where there's one empty spot and you keep moving the squares in and out of it to try and make a picture. I tried to read some of Fight Club but got distracted by this guy in his later years who wanted to discuss violent messages in the media. I asked if he had seen the movie and of course he hadn't however, since the evening news likes to make sensational connections between local violence and Hollywood violence there's been all sorts of crap floating the airwaves after the opening of Fight Club. I hate mainstream media. I really *only* listen to NPR these days. It's far more interesting and really exposes events that are happening globally. My favorite thing to do right now at work is to go over the npr.org and search the archives for Fresh Air interviews with interesting people. Yesterday, I listened to two Aretha interviews, an Etta James interview, one with Mike Myers which was damn hilarious and another on the Everett climb depicted in Into Thin Air.
In other news, I received a notice from Diarist.net that I have been nominated for a "Best Design" award. I have mixed feelings about this. I am please to be recognized for the design of the journal but what I really would like is to be recognized for is the writing. I'm not saying that I'm a good writer or I necessarily deserve recognition for it but it's what I want to be the really good thing about my journal. I haven't seen who the other nominees are since if they are posted somewhere I can't find them. I surely won't win. Speaking of the journal, I've been puzzling over my stats lately. I had been pretty steady for months and months with the same numbers — no big deal, I really only like to see what searches lead people here since I find them so amusing.* However, when Kymm linked to me to say I was quitting, my hits skyrocketed. That amused me in a rueful sort of way. Then, all of a sudden, hits to my main page went through the roof and I got several emails from people who said they liked my site. Basically, all the hits were from my old site where I put up pages to refer them to the new domain. Since I don't have stats from the old site, I couldn't figure where they were coming from. I prodded a few of them as to how they found me and one wrote to say that it was a link from an article written a year ago in Hotwired about putting your portfolio on the web. Now, the question is, who just linked to that article? Strange. On the flip side of all this is the fact that since my short hiatus my hit count has dropped off drastically. I'll admit that some of the writing hasn't been my usual chipper, banal crap and maybe I not-so-subconsciously tried to kill this thing just a little bit in order to revive it but it does make me wonder. Death talk is not a crowd-pleaser? Feh.
And now I'm off to make dinner for T. I made a red velvet cake for dessert. I hope it's yummy.
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