Archive for March, 2004

Crankiness

Saturday, March 27th, 2004

his whole missing-bag thing is getting to be quite a hinderance, particualarly when it comes to MTA ticket vending machines. They’re quite testy, and I usually have to buy my tickets with my ATM card or credit card. But no, I don’t have them. So, cash it is. But do I have that either? No, because I don’t have my ATM card. So, I have to go find someone to scrub off of until I get paid tonight. Not only that, but if Fordham station’s machines are not accepting cash, that means I have to walk over to the train station early and get a ticket while the booth operator is there. Otherwise, it’s the rediculous on-board fee. I could buy another ticket to Scarsdale with the on-board fee.

::rips her hair out::

I can’t wait to go back to Islip and search for this missing pocketbook. I am about to go bald.

Anyways.

Went railfanning in the city yesterday with Yuri . We hit the 6 line and took some pictures along the elevated part in the Bronx. The MTA workers were in a tizzy over picture taking yesterday and stopped us a few times. Then, we went back to the city and walked through Central Park, taking pictures, since it was such a nice day. Here’s a sample of yesterday’s photos (maximize them in your browser):

Bridge over the lake at Central Park
Tree at Central Park
Trees and a boulder at Central Park
6 train at Castle Hill Ave.
6 Express train at Pelham Bay Park.

I’m getting better with this whole digital photography thing. Right now, I need to learn how to steady my hand with the camera. It’s hard, because of the tendonitis in both thumbs. MTA frowns upon the use of ancillary equipment, so my tripod’s out of the game. If there’s something to lean on, I’m fine, otherwise, I guess it will just take more practice.

The Top Ten People in NYC Who Piss Me Off

1) The people who don’t let you off the subway or bus before they get on, then give me an attitude when I try to get past them. Once, the door even shut before I was able to get off!
2) Women with five-ton pocketbooks who slam their purses in to you as you walk by… I’m sure you’ve experienced them. You’re walking down the streets of Manhattan when suddenly you’re smacked with what feels like a lead brick as they walk by, talking on their cell phones. And they don’t even bother to apologize. Hrmph.
3) Women who carry their small dogs in their *insert name of rediculously over-priced handbag designer here* bags. Ok, they’re not as annoying as the previously mentioned, but it has this sickenly cute annoyance factor.
4) Drivers who give the finger or beep the horn incessantly at pedestrians who have right-of-way should be shot. If you don’t understand the meaning of right-of-way, you shouldn’t be driving in Manhattan. Take the damned subway or bus. We have places to go, too.
5) Groups of three or more 8-year-olds on the subway… in fact, any groups of three or more 5 to 13-year-olds should be banned. They have this weird group mentality when it comes to misbehaving, whether being super-loud, running around, or plowing through other commuters. And there’s usually one adult with them, who seems to not see all of this.
6) Panhandlers that play music for money, exclusively the subway cars. When you’re on the street, you can give them money (or not) and just walk away. When you’re in a subway car, you’re pretty much stuck with the bad singing/drummer/kazooing or whatever they’re doing.
7) People who walk down the stairs or on the sidewalk in pairs, side by side then give you an attitude when you try to get through. Didn’t they learn “single file, stay to the right on the stairs” in elementary school, or was it just me?
8) The throngs of teenagers standing outside of the MTV studios waiting to get into “Total Request Live.” Bah, I just want to smack them around. Maybe I’m just getting rotten in my old age.
9) Those people who thrust flyers and pamphlets at you, screaming “free cell phone! 100 sex positions! $10 off designer suits!”, especially in the area between 34th and 42nd streets. Especially those old men who hand out flyers for peep shows. Creepy, just creepy.
10) People who just suddenly stop in the middle of the sidewalk to look at a billboard, video screen, or skyscraper and pay no heed to other people walking. They deserve to get plowed into by crowds of people. Damn, stand on the curb or something.

I think I love you…

Thursday, March 25th, 2004

OWSERS.

I just got word of a special Internet presale for a concert… not many people got this.

But oh my God.

And no… it’s not Journey *sniffle*

But it’s almost as good!

It’s…

KEITH PARTRIDGE!

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Wednesday, March 24th, 2004

he pocketbook still hasn’t been found, but no one’s attempted to use any of my cards, so I doubt it’s been stolen. I’ll do a more thorough search tomorrow.

Then yesterday, I almost broke my digital camera at the Ram meeting in a futile attempt to tape Jim () climbling through the drop ceiling. However, his attempt was thwarted by weak tiles, so the taping will have to wait another day. The pin bent in my memory card slot in the process of switching to an empty card, so Nate told me to use a screwdriver to lift the pin back up. When I tried to do it ever so carefully, I thought I snapped the pin, which would be a very, very horrible thing. So, the memory card that’s in there is staying in there and not coming out now.

Yesterday, I went railfanning with Chris (). We met up at Fordham around 9:30ish, I showed him around campus a bit, then we took the D train from Fordham Rd. to Herald Square, switched to the F, took the F to Jay St/Borough Hall, went to the Transit Museum, where we saw two school groups of sugar-hyper kids (Chris got it on video) and searched around for the communist and Hitler ads on the museum trains, ate lunch, caught the B (and the RF window) over the Manny B, waited for an R40 N, realized there were no more, saw an R40M-42 set, switched to the W somewhere, then caught the 6 at 14th St, went around the City Hall loop, saw the City Hall station, switched to the J at Canal St (which smelled of marshmallows), rode the elevated line to Jamaica Center, and then took the E back to Manhattan, where I got off at 7th to catch the D back to Fordham and Chris went to go catch his bus back to Maryland. Fun day, we did a lot, and Chris is a cool guy.

Today, Fordham Club interview and Multimedia Class. Blah.

Last night, has a bunch of weird dreams

First dream, the Ram staff was taking a group photo in the Fordham Road subway station. However, since the platform wasn’t that wide and the photographer (had no clue who he was) couldn’t get us all in, he found a piece of plywood and laid it across the trackbed, then put a chair on the plywood and stood on the chair to take a picture of us. I kept screaming at him not to do that, because a train was coming, but he wouldn’t listen to me as he kept snapping away. A B train came out and hit him, and my dream ended there.

Next dream, I was with Allicia (), Melissa (), Tara(), and Jess () at Jess’ house, laying on the floor at watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Somehow we all fell asleep, and I woke up to find Jess’ brother putting green Gak in all of our hair. I yelled at him, and he told me to leave because we all disrupted his sleep. I pulled the Gak out of everyone’s hair, but was having trouble with Tara’s, because her hair was so curly. Suddenly, the movie changed to black and white and old showtunes starting playing.

“Needed” is such a strong word

Sunday, March 21st, 2004

hit.
I’m sad.
My pocketbook’s gone.
I don’t know where.
Perhaps it’s in the house.
It has my license and such.
Including my beloved and needed Ram key.
I can’t seem to find it anywhere, though.
I really, really want to cry my eyes out.
This is added stress I do not need right now.

Another day in CHADF paradise…

Thursday, March 18th, 2004

o matter where I go in life, no matter what my interests are, it always seems that I am around very strange people. Today’s entry will be on encounters with these earthlings at the health food store where I work.

Read this, laugh, and be thankful you’re not me.

The Top Ten Weirdos

1) When I first began working at the health food store in 1998, I expected to see hippies and granola crunchers. That was not the case. Three days into working at CHADF, I saw a very, uh, chiseled woman walk in with a mini-skirt, high heels and voluminous blonde hair. His name was Tammy, and he was there to pick up his estrogen capsules. Not that I have anything against transgendered people, but I was not expecting to see a shemale the first week of my job. Two weeks later, I had to call Tammy and tell him that his special order for estrogen capsules again came in. His answering machine said, in a very sultry feminine voice, “Hiiiii, this is Taaaaaaammmy. Leave me a message sweetie and I’ll call you back soon.” I almost lost it on the spot, but managed to get through the message.

2) Then there was the evil old woman. She came in every week to get her organic Brown Cow Yogurt. One week, the distributor was out of stock, and she was very pissed. My friend Kim and I were working that day. She bought a different type of yogurt, so Kim checked out her purchases, but had a problem getting the change out of the cash drawer due to her artificial nails. The woman snapped at her, grabbed her purchase and left. Or so we thought. Kim walked over to food bar to make a carrot juice for another customer. Five minutes later, she looks out the window, and there was evil old woman, staring at her. She stood at the window for five whole minutes, staring at Kim, who was freaked out. The woman ceased coming back to the store after that day.

3) How could I forget about Elvis? My co-worker Melissa gave him that nickname because he sort of reminded her of Elvis… I think it was because of the way he talked. He lived across the street from the store, in one of the second-story apartments on Main Street. One day he told Melissa, “I watch you through the window every day with my binoculars.” That evening, my boss sewed some curtains and put them up on the windows, so no one could see in and we could not see out.

4) Fish Man. He comes in the first Saturday of every month and buys about $400 worth of supplements, including vitamin B complex, fish oil capsules and garlic tablets. There should be a warning attached to those supplements: taken in excess, you’re going to smell like them, because you excuse the excess in your sweat. And that’s exactly what he smells like. A fish marinated in garlic sauce. He smokes on top of it, so make that a grilled fish marinated in garlic sauce.

5) Mary – what an interesting woman. She needs people to follow her around the store because she “can’t read the labels anymore.” Yet, she drives a few miles in her station wagon to get to the store. That’s pretty freakin’ scary. She’s quite loud and she likes to take up as much as your time as she can. One day, she loudly announced, “Amanda, make me a carrot juice while I go move my bowels. I am about to explode.” So, if you ever see an old lady driving a grey station wagon, driving erratically, it’s probably her. Because she can’t read the signs and has to move her bowels.

6) Shannon was 20 and had a five-year-old daughter with asthma. She worked at CHADF for a few weeks. She was always going home to attend her daughter’s asthma attacks. One day she didn’t show up. She didn’t show up the next day, or the day after that either. I know she’s still alive, I’ve seen her. But she never told my bosses she quit. Weirdo.

7) Lynne, another coworker. Her mouth was worse than Howard Stern’s, and she once attempted lighting up a cigarette in the food bar and I yelled at her to stop. She had all these moles on her faces with thick black hair spurting out of all of them, and took no heed to her appearance. Needless to say, she was eventually fired. Her apartment caught fire the week after, and she came in asking if we had any expired food for her.

8) A regular customer of ours – have no clue what his name is – came in today. I asked him if he needed help. He replied, “I’m beyond help.” I laughed, and went back to pricing organic potato chips. He then called me over to the vitamin section, and pointed to a bottle of Futurbiotics Women’s Multiple. He asked, “So do these give women multiple orgasms? And do you have this for men?” I almost threw up. Skeevy, skeevy, skeevy. I let my boss handle that one.

9) A woman came in yesterday, and asked me where she could get little bags of halved soy nuts. I showed her where she could bag her own, and that we would weight the nuts by the register. I showed her how to use the pour spout, but she moved the paper bag away from the spout and about five nuts fell to the floor. She let out this scream like someone was murdering her and yelled at me for wasting the soy nuts. What do you want me to do, crawl on the floor and eat them? Damn.

10) I made a carrot juice yesterday for the 50-something-year-old man. As I was putting the carrots in the juice, he kept making small talk and winking at me. He said, “This carrot juice is as sweet as you, baby” and I know he was staring at my ass as I cleaned up. What did he purchase that day, besides the carrot juice? The herbal alternative to Viagra.

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Saturday, March 13th, 2004

was a good weekend. A very good weekend 🙂

Allison’s friends Melissa and MK were down from Rochester, and they are a lot of fun. We went to Tinker’s that night, and although I only stayed for one rum and Coke, it was fun.


The girls of 227 – Eileen, me and Allison – ain’t we cute?

Yesterday, I met Yuri down in the city, and after both of our being late for meeting at noon in Herald Square, we went to the New York Transit Museum, which was a lot of fun (especially to train geeks like us!) We went to dinner at a Chinese restaurant in Flatbush, took the B back over the bridge, took pictures along the 7 line, then parted at Woodside 🙂


I love how the sunset reflects in the route number window.

Now I’m back on Long Island for Spring Break, if anyone wants to hang out ::nudge, nudge::

And you thought black ketchup was bad…

Wednesday, March 10th, 2004

et’s just say that last night’s Ram production night stunk. Literally.

Nate and Lauren decided they had enough of the smell in the dark room, and decided to clean. Nate dragged out a black garbage bag that had scraps of deep-dish pizza from December (three months ago!) It smelled horrible, almost like a hunk of provolone cheese. OK, it was pretty bad. He dragged the bag into the hallway, next to the garbage can outside of the print shop.

The custodial woman came and took the bag away. However, in doing so, she ripped the bag. As she dragged it out of the club suite hallway, a wide trail of liquid followed. The wide trail of liquid ran from the print shop to the Commuter lounge. AND IT WAS 100x WORSE THAN THE ORIGINAL SMELL. The best way I can describe it a mix of ass, provolone, and a baby that shit (shat?) in its diaper. It was disgusting, and we all started gagging.

the paper editors came out of their office and asked, “What the fuck did you guys do?” as they held their shirts over their noses. The Ramblers came out of practice with the same reaction.

The cleaning lady then proceeded to yell at Cathy and Rebecca for not “double bagging” the old pizza. It’s not our fault she dragged the bag on the floor and ripped it!

It was horrible, horrible, horrible. We even had a print shop poll, and decided that the smell of sulfer (the culprit behind egg and fart smells) was a lot less powerful than the smell of three-month old deep dish pizza and whatever the hell else was in that black trash bag.

As the custodial lady mopped up the trail outside, I decided to go home and get canisters of Lysol and air freshner. As I left O’Hare, I bumped into Chris Kondrich, who, coming back from the Ampersand office said, “Amanda, don’t go down to the club suite, something reeks down there.” I just held up the Lysol and air freshener and he said, “Oh my God.”

So, I go back down to the club suite and proceed to spray the hallway, print shop, and Ram office with baby-powder scented Lysol. So, not only does the area smell like a baby who shit (shat?) in its diaper, but it now smelled like baby wipes. More gagging ensued.

Either the odor eventually dissipated, or we became immune to it. But God, how did we manage to get through production night? Wow.

On more Ram related notes:
– Most sections were out by 2:00. It was amazing.
– Sports would have been out by 1:00 if John and Pat didn’t write on the same subject for their columns and Pat had to write his over again.
– Pat quit The Ram and decided to work for the paper instead.
– The issue rocked this week.
– The Editor in Chief is happy.

So I got out around 6:30 because I bullshitted online and it took me a while to put Pugsley’s advertisement together. When I got out of the office, it was light out, and the ROTC was practicing on Eddie’s Parade (for you non-Fordhamites, the huge grass field in the middle of campus.) They were throwing blue handballs in to the air at distant, non-existant objects, then ducking and rolling around on the muddy ground. Practicing grenade launching, perhaps? I don’t know what the hell they were doing, but they all seemed in to it, and it was quite amusing.

Last night’s dreams

Tuesday, March 9th, 2004

ream Number One
This person I knew had surgery, and she was having a party to show everyone how good she looked.

However, I was not invited to this party and just happened to stumble on it while walking around Columbus Circle and ran into Jonathan Cain, and Chrissy, who was also not invited. I said hello to both of them, and Chrissy and I decided to crash the party.

When we got inside, there were celebrities everywhere. I remember seeing Andre 3000, Pierce Brosnan, and Woody Allen. Everyone else was unfamiliar, but I knew they were celebrities.

I didn’t know where Chrissy went off to, and I saw one of my friends, Patrick, enter. I ran over to him and said, “I’m so glad you’re here, because I feel weird by myself.” As I’m talking to him, he turns into a floor lamp, but I don’t seem to notice this. Someone comes over to me and asks me why I am talking to a floor lamp, and, embarrassed, I tell her that the lamp has a microphone and I’m pretending I’m giving a speech.

Dream Number Two
It’s my 22nd birthday, and I’m in my room with Allison and Eileen. Allison is studying, but Eileen is passed out on the floor on an air mattress. One of the RAs comes and knocks on the door, warning me that they are going to come by and throw confetti on me and bang on the door. I tell them not to, because Eileen is asleep, and they insist on coming anyways.

Allison tries to wake up Eileen before they come, but she refuses to get up and it looks like she is drunk. She keeps repeating, “Get me Tylenol,” and passing out. Allison was having a hard time moving her, and finally we get her back on to her regular bed when the RAs knock on the door.

I open the door and they throw confetti on me and hand me a bucket of fried chicken. I look out the door, and the whole hallway is decked out in a Mardi Gras theme with bead necklaces hanging everywhere. The RAs are skipping down the hall, whooping.

snacks

Monday, March 8th, 2004

ome on now, I know *most* of you grew up around the same time I did, so I want you to add on to this list of “old school” (1988-circa 1994)stuff… the things we grew up with! No early 80s stuff like She-Ra, Thundercats, Breakfast Club – it’s growing!

TV Shows
ABC’s TGIF Friday night lineup
Perfect Strangers
Family Matters
Step By Step
Hangin’ with Mr. Cooper
Boy Meets World
Sister, Sister
Saved By The Bell
Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
Blossom
Roseanne
A Different World
Home Improvement
Full House
Double Dare
Wild and Crazy Kids
Salute Your Shorts
Pete and Pete
Clarissa Explains it All
Mickey Mouse Club
Hey Dude
Fifteen
Welcome Freshmen

Cartoons
Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers
Darkwing Duck
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Tailspin
Duck Tales
Gargoyles
The following courtesy of :
X-Men
Rugrats
Ren and Stimpy
Bonkers

Movies
Bill and Ted’s Adventures
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Wayne’s World
Honey, I Shrunk the Kids
The following courtesy of :
Die Hard
Beetlejuice
Big
Batman
When Harry Met Sally
Dances with Wolves
Pretty Woman
T2
Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves
The following courtesy of :
Back to the Future Trilogy

Books
Berenstein Bears
The Babysitters Club (and Little Sister series)
Choose Your Own Adventure
Little Critter
Where’s Waldo
Sweet Valley High (and Twins series)
R.L Stine books (Goosebumps, Fear Street)
Bad News Ballet
The following courtesy of :
The “Freshman” series
Sleepover Friends
The Gymnasts
Christopher Pike
new-school Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys
Lois Duncan books

Fads
Slap bracelets
Friendship bracelets
Starter jackets
Columbia jackets
Scrunch socks
High-tops
Those shoelace hairclips
Jelly shoes
Jansport backpacks
Big scrunchies
Air Jordans
The following courtesy of :
The Reebok Pump
British Knights
The following courtesy of :
Keychains with clever sayings

Toys
Skip-It
Pogo Ball
Pogs
Totally Hair Barbie
Skipper
Girl Talk
Mall Madness
Sweet Valley High Game
Precious Places
Polly Pocket
Kitty Kitty Kitten
Cherry Merry Muffin
Rollerblades
Grape Escape
Mousetrap
Guess Who?
The following courtesy of :
Nintendo Entertainment System
The following courtesy of :
Super Nintendo
Sega Genesis
Gameboy
The following courtesy of :
That “light-oven” that made rubber bugs
Hungry Hungry Hippos
Moon shoes
Gak, Slime, and Floam

Music
Ace of Base
New Kids on the Block
Fresh Prince
MC Hammer
TLC
Salt n Pepa
Boyz II Men
Kid N Play
Green Day
Vanilla Ice
The following courtesy of :
Color Me Badd
The following courtesy of :
Milli Vanilli
Extreme

Snacks
Hi-C (Especially Ecto Cooler)
Dunkaroos
Capri Sun
Kool Aid
That cheese and cracker combo with the red stick (Handisnacks, thanks !)
Foot by the Foot
Fruit Rollups
Bubblicious
Bubble Yum
Gushers
Warheads
Crybabies
Tearjerkers
The following courtesy of :
Fruit Wrinkles
Yogurt with sprinkles
Rainbow popcorn
The following courtesy of :
Jell-O Jigglers

Back…to the future…

Saturday, March 6th, 2004

id you notice I’ve been posting a lot more than usual lately? You know what that means… I’m supposed to be doing something other than writing in my LiveJournal. It seems that every time a paper is due or a test comes up, my journal entries increase. Hmm…

Anyways, seeing all these “What old school Nickelodeon show are you?” quizzes has made me sort of depressed. I still refuse to believe that we’re growing up and that stuff like “Double Dare” and “Clarissa Explains It All” are really old school.

I think I am going to slit my wrists the day I hear New Kids on the Block on the oldies station. It’s pretty bad that Billy Joel is already getting airplay on B103. Doomsday is coming, my friends.

So, I’ve decided to get nostalgic and make a list of some “old school” stuff. (No early 80s stuff, I’m talking 1988ish on). Please add on to the list!


TV Shows
ABC’s TGIF Friday night lineup
Perfect Strangers
Family Matters
Step By Step
Hangin’ with Mr. Cooper
Boy Meets World
Sister, Sister
Saved By The Bell
Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
Blossom
Roseanne
A Different World
Home Improvement
Full House
Double Dare
Wild and Crazy Kids
Salute Your Shorts
Pete and Pete
Clarissa Explains it All
Mickey Mouse Club

Cartoons
Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers
Darkwing Duck
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Tailspin
Duck Tales
Gargoyles
The following courtesy of :
X-Men
Rugrats
Ren and Stimpy
Bonkers

Movies
Bill and Ted’s Adventures
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Wayne’s World
Honey, I Shrunk the Kids
The following courtesy of :
Die Hard
Beetlejuice
Big
Batman
When Harry Met Sally
Dances with Wolves
Pretty Woman
T2
Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves
The following courtesy of :
Back to the Future Trilogy

Books
Berenstein Bears
The Babysitters Club (and Little Sister series)
Choose Your Own Adventure
Little Critter
Where’s Waldo
Sweet Valley High (and Twins series)
R.L Stine (Goosebumps, Fear Street)

Fads
Slap bracelets
Friendship bracelets
Starter jackets
Columbia jackets
Scrunch socks
High-tops
Those shoelace hairclips
Jelly shoes
Jansport backpacks
Big scrunchies
Air Jordans
The following courtesy of :
The Reebok Pump
British Knights
The following courtesy of :
Keychains with clever sayings

Toys
Skip-It
Pogo Ball
Pogs
Totally Hair Barbie
Skipper
Girl Talk
Mall Madness
Sweet Valley High Game
Precious Places
Polly Pocket
Kitty Kitty Kitten
Cherry Merry Muffin
Rollerblades
Grape Escape
Mousetrap
Guess Who?
The following courtesy of :
Nintendo Entertainment System
The following courtesy of :
Super Nintendo
Sega Genesis
Gameboy

Music
Ace of Base
New Kids on the Block
Fresh Prince
MC Hammer
TLC
Salt n Pepa
Boyz II Men
Kid N Play
Green Day
Vanilla Ice
The following courtesy of :
Color Me Badd
The following courtesy of :
Milli Vanilli
Extreme

Snacks
Hi-C (Especially Ecto Cooler)
Dunkaroos
Capri Sun
Kool Aid
That cheese and cracker combo with the red stick (Handisnacks, thanks !)
Foot by the Foot
Fruit Rollups
Bubblicious
Bubble Yum
Gushers
Warheads
Crybabies
Tearjerkers