There’s this bearded homeless guy who’s always by the Grand Street station in Chinatown. I was there in time to catch him letting out a big ‘ole stream of spittle onto the ground right next to him. I guess he’s in a place where the extra nastiness on the ground just doesn’t faze him at all. Personally I’d go somewhere else to spit and then come back, but maybe for him it wasn’t worth it.
I’ve only seen one pair of hipsters doing this, but this photo I saw on flickr is a good example. If you live in NYC you probably see these hipster panhandlers in Union Square who have nothing better to do when they’re not in Williamsburg coffee shops with their MacBook laptops. There was a great “King of the Hill” episode about this phenomenon. I wonder who the heck is stupid enough to give these people money? I guess tourists who don’t know better?
In the basement of my new building there’s a table in the recycling area where people put their trash like dishes, small electronics, silverware and stuff that they’re throwing out. The building is big enough that I bet people get free stuff there all the time. A week ago though I saw a building staff guy giving the junk to a homeless guy with a shopping cart who looks like one of those guys on the street who lays stuff out to sell.
If this is the system they use it’s actually kind of smart because if sold it’ll get reused instead of ending up in a landfill. Though I’m glad I saw that sooner rather than later because I was going to throw out an answering machine I haven’t used since college, and I decided to check if I had messages or something I recorded that I never erased.
I went to see “Sword of the Stranger” yesterday which is a samurai movie by Studio Bones (studio that animated Full Metal Alchemist). The movie was very sort of cliché and predictable, but the action scenes were pretty well animated. Parts seemed too shakey cam, but the choreography was interesting. Also the music was too bombastic and just not used right.
Anyway, across the aisle there was an older man who looked homeless who had jeans that came up to just underneath his butt like those ghetto looking guys on the subway who also wear the huge T-shirts. Thankfully he was wearing underwear. He set his jacket into his seat nicely and sat down. I’m pretty sure he was sleeping during the movie. We assumed he was doing it to keep out of the cold. After the movie when he was getting ready to go he fell on his butt probably because he was drunk. Apparently he also smelled like pee, so he may or may not have peed himself during the movie…
Yesterday I just missed the subway in the morning, but wasn’t worried because I usually catch the train that was coming in seven or so minutes. About twenty seven minutes passed by and that’s when people went to the guy at the booth. He said there were no trains on that side. The full platform of people groaned and I had to take a bus to another stop and ended up being more than half an hour late. This time the deli really had switched to lunch mode and put the bagels away (though I was still able to get mine).
What I wondered was when the guy in the booth found out there were no trains anymore because they were running express past. Also if he had known is there even a big loudspeaker in the subway the guy in the booth uses? I was under the impression it was some big control center place where all the announcements were made from, and that the guy in the booth’s PA system wasn’t that strong past the immediate vicinity.
It’s hard to quote raving lunatics, but this one was short and snappy. Last time I saw a raving lunatic I was wondering to myself when it is that they stop. The funny image I came up with was one talking up until the moment they fell asleep, but never slowing down at all.
Actually I was going into a Chinatown subway station car when I could’ve sworn that I smelled cookies n’ cream ice cream. Had I smelled it on the street before walking to the station I most certainly would’ve lost the craving because I was walking past one of the worst smelling areas of Chinatown I ever have to frequent, and I DO frequent it. Deli didn’t have any cookies n’ cream ice cream though 
So I got an email from someone who goes to the University of Chicago. For those who don’t know, they have this notorious Scavenger Hunt every year with really ridiculous things the most notable of which was a nuclear breeder reactor. Well this year #223 is to be featured in a webcomic that has an archive of one year or more. Being the whore that I am I said yes. So if you’re reading this and you’re on the judging panel for the Scavenger hunt you should give the Shoreland “Penultimatum” team their 13 points.
For even more points you should tell no less than one million people about this comic. Just kidding.
But if you know one million people…
I was on the subway when this woman who didn’t look like your typical raving lunatic on the subway started spouting some random gibberish. They were using actual words though. I was wearing headphones so I can’t write down what they were saying, though even if I were listening I’d still be hard pressed to transcribe it. The thing about some of these people is that all the words make sense but the order of them makes no sense at all. In some of Billy Cosby’s early standup he does a really great authentic sounding recreation of how these people talk. Anyway, I saw three or four people playing with their phones or PDAs and I just couldn’t help but think that they were all texting friends of theirs that their was this crazy woman talking about random stuff really loudly right in front of them. It’s certainly possible that they were using them before the woman got on the car but from my standpoint that’s what it looked like.
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