January 3rd, 2011

moonphase anger

Strange bus encounter.

Earlier today I was getting on the bus line 12 towards Gresham, and the driver said to me, out of the blue, for no apparent reason, "Let me operate the bus." I looked at him in confusion, because I wasn't doing anything wrong. He again said "Let me operate the bus," getting angry this time. He repeated this a couple times more, never once explaining what his gibberish meant. I finally had to figure out for myself that he meant he needed to lower the ramp for a man in a wheelchair. I got out of the bus for the wheelchair man amicably even though silently I was angry at the bus driver for being incredibly vague and for getting angry at me for not being able to translate his nonsense into sense. I wrote down his bus ID number and stuff, and I have already complained to Trimet. Because really, I *looked* to see if anyone was coming, and saw no one. And instead of saying something comprehensible like "Get back, I need to lower the ramp," instead he says the one thing that makes the least sense and gets pissy about it. He might as well have gotten pissy about me being unable to know that "Trout-slapping calamari flies at dawn under the mistletoe" really meant something sensible. After all, here I am just getting on the bus, haven't done a damned thing, and he says "Let me operate the bus." If I hadn't been so bewildered, I might have responded, "No one's stopping you, dude." Which might have garnered a more sensible explanation. Instead, he ignores my look of confusion and repeats the same nonsense. Seriously, dude, if I stare at you like you've sprouted a second head, you need to reword something.

I wasn't all that thrilled with today anyway. Had to go outside while I'm still sick to take care of this food stamps thing. Something I could've just dropped into a box if not for the fact that they had my address wrong on the inside part, but correct on the outside part. I kept asking people to answer a simple question for me, would've taken all of 30 seconds to a minute, but no, gotta wait in line for over an hour to answer one goddamn stupid simple question. I tried waiting, but my patience is limited anyway, and when ill it's almost nonexistent. So I gave up after a while. Tried filling it out anyway and hoping for the best. No pens, anywhere in the whole damned building. Took me 10 minutes to find a damned pen. Then I needed a stapler. Guess what? No staplers. Stupid asshole disorganized clusterfucked dildobrains!!! I finally had to march up to the front though it wasn't my turn and ask if they had any damned staplers. Gah. Why should I have to fill this damn thing out anyway? I haven't moved, and I'm on SSDI. SSDI does not fucking change. It's not like I'm going to get fired from it. They already have the damn proof of income. Such a fucking pissfest.

As if that wasn't bad enough, on my way to damn food stamp place, I almost got run over by a bitch in a white car who couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the damned pedestrian light. Seriously, WHY AREN'T THEY ARRESTING ASSHOLES WHO TURN INTO PEDESTRIAN WALKWAYS WHEN THE DAMNED LIGHT IS ON??? IS THIS LEGAL? FUCKING GODDAMN IT!!! WHY DO THEY EVEN GET THE TURN GO-AHEAD SIGNAL WHEN THE PEDESTRIAN LIGHT IS ON??? I had half a mind to kick her goddamn headlights in, idiot woman. And she had the gaul to pump her fist at me? Pay attention, goddamn bitch! Gods, where do these people get their drivers licenses, from a box of Trix?

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Elle Fanning

The interesting ideas fiction can give us at times.

I've been watching a TV series on DVD called "Kyle XY." It's about an apparently 16 year old boy who wakes up in the woods naked and covered in pink goo, with the mind of an infant. But in the space of several days, he learns how to speak, read, write, and do math, among other things. Oh, and he has no belly button. His abilities are phenomenal; he gets an MRI done and his whole brain is lit up like a Christmas tree. He's the smartest human being in the world. He learns how to swim with just one lesson, can read and exactly remember binary code enough to reproduce an image he saw in raw binary, and he makes photo-quality pictures by tapping on paper with crayons. It is an awesome series, full of mystery and intrigue.

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