True story except I was in Boston at the time. This guy with a thick (German?) accent asked my mom for directions then asked for her to point out on the GPS he was holding. I guess it would make sense to get oriented, but it was kind of obvious which way they were facing because we were on Boston Common and the enormous park on the map was a dead giveaway.
I don’t know about other cities, but the day after the election I got this feeling of a glow over the city. Sure on the subway people had their usual street faces, but looking at them I felt like underneath they’re much happier or at least more optimistic. I’d say it’s pretty safe to say considering over 60% of New York voted for Obama.
I’m sure at some point the glow will wear off and we’ll be back to being irritated at each other for small things, but for now it’s a good feeling. Though maybe the inauguration will give the glow a boost again. I know for now just thinking about it instantly puts a smile on my face.
As I type this my iPod is being restore to factory defaults, I have no idea if this is going to work. I have an old 3G iPod which lately hasn’t been working for much longer than a commute one way yet the battery still shows half full. I’ve even replaced the battery once since my initial purchase. Thanks Apple.
I don’t know enough Chinese characters to read most Chinese or Japanese tattoos, but that doesn’t stop me from trying. I saw a guy on the subway yesterday with three Chinese characters on his arm. I couldn’t see them all, but I probably couldn’t read them even if I did. I thought I caught him looking at me in his peripheral, and couldn’t help but wonder if he started getting paranoid at a Chinese guy looking intently at his tattoo.
For this comic my girlfriend graciously donated her tattoo horror story. She was on the subway and saw a guy who had the tattoo that’s in this comic. The intended tattoo was the Japanese proverb “nanakorobi yaoki” which means “stumbling seven times but recovering eight” meaning that perseverance is better than defeat.”
The reason this tattoo is a horror story is that the person who did this tattoo instead of writing the kanji for “eight” first wrote the kanji for “seven” AGAIN then CROSSED OUT the seven kanji and the continued the tattoo!
It should’ve been Žµ“]”ª‹N but (without the X) it says Žµ“]Žµ”ª‹N
Maybe he used it to store quarters for the parking meter like my family does. It wasn’t odd just that he preferred to ash his cigarette out of the window, it’s that he used his hand which was closer to the car ashtray to do it.
I went to see Wall•E this past weekend and absolutely loved it. It was so ridiculously cute, beautiful to look at and utterly endearing. I downloaded a wallpaper from the main site with my favorite robot from the movie in it. If you haven’t seen it yet GO SEE IT!
Anyway, Wall•E’s only friend on Earth is a little bouncy roach. When I got home later I was combing my hair when I thought I felt something touch my hand, I turned around and realized it was a roach flying around in my bathroom. Not much later I made short work of it. My girlfriend said sort of half seriously “Awwwww, you killed Wall•E’s friend!” Thus this comic was born.
There’s still one somewhere around my pantry. Hopefully the exterminator is coming soon, usually in my building he comes once a month during the Summer.
Really, before I balked at the minimum requirements some people deemed necessary for public urination. Before this incident I thought that the minimum requirement was probably a corner. The corner could be between trash can and a wall, or it could be within one of those I beam columns in the subway or a telephone booth (no bottom mind you). But no, it turns out that the minimum requirement for public urination is a wall that you can turn against in broad daylight.
Though even as I type this I realize that there are some people out there that won’t even give that courtesy.
No, of course this didn’t happen. But yes, bagel man is indeed pizza man now and for the foreseeable future it seems. It’s been a long enough time that it doesn’t seem like a temporary thing at all.
This happened a while ago, I was actually in the subway at the time. This woman across the train from me dropped her water bottle. It rolled toward me so I picked it up and handed it to her. She just took it from me without a single word. Not even the “nks” that people sometimes say under their breath when they don’t say the full on “Thanks.”
I guess Winter is the time to check out all the dog urination hotspots. Then again, I bet they change all the time because they have to mark new areas. When you really think about it though, there’s probably not an inch of the sidewalk that hasn’t been touched by the urine of a dog or person some point throughout history.
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