Mount c c ~/users/igotthepoison

You know what? Yes, this looks cool, right? But, tonight as I rode the train home from work, sweating, tired, worn down, reading my now filthy book about Afghanistan, the conductor came on. He sounded more tired. "We're skipping stops, people. 138, then 164. For bypassed stations, get off at 138 and wait for the train directly behind this one." Amazingly, he wasn't lying this time. "[Pause] Tell the people with headphones on."

I couldn't believe my ears. Is it my civic duty to tell these people that we may be skipping their stop? Okay, okay. There were no 1) pretty girls not dressed likes tramps 2) grizzled old Eastern European men 3) tired looking dishwashers around me, so I put my nose back in my book and learned about the failure of nation-building by a capitalist society that bleeds money when it could be using it.

But I'm just saying. Please don't dress/act like an imbecile, or have really shitty music coming from your iPod, because you're going the wrong way.

NY, bitches! [putting my fronts in]

But seriously. What's up with that? This is our future? In Space 1999, motherfuckers paid attention. Hello? Andrew? Yeah. Hi. We're going into a sun. Thought you might like to stare disinterestedly at this monitor with us.