By lmolyneux, on December 5th, 2011 WooooooooOOOOOOOooooo, it sure has been a while. No promises about future blogging, but this post promises to be a winner. Mostly because the people I saw on the bus today were. Winners, that is.
On the bus with me today:
- This guy who fell asleep mid-text. I saw him slumped over like this and his eyes were closed and he was doing the heavy breathing. His hand was motionless, suspended about an inch from his screen, pointing at it as if he were still typing. I know he was texting because I saw “Hey man,” and a few other words on the screen. A few moments after I snapped this pic he woke up and finished his message.
- A candidate for Craziest Bus Guy of the semester got on downtown as I was headed to the Statesman to take an editing test. He was wearing cloth sneakers, polka-dot leggings, denim shorts, and some sort of jacket that I didn’t notice because of his incredibly gaudy pink sunglasses. (It is cloudy today and no brighter than your average lobby.) They had long corners that extended out to the sides like the ’50s glasses used to, but longer. Top it all off with a partial beard and some long scraggly hair down to his shoulders. He and his girl were talking about how they were headed to get him a phone because you have to have a phone if you want a job. He did not give any evidence or reasoning behind this assertion; rather, he backed it up with a song, which I have transcribed for you.
That is what he actually sang, perhaps in a different key, but definitely in a high, whiney falsetto. I expect one of you to record a remix of it for YouTube.
By bmolyneux, on November 17th, 2011 …..apparently the frequency of blog posts is inversely proportional to stress level.
Thanks, PhD fairy.
Jerk.
By lmolyneux, on November 4th, 2011 Lest you think I do nothing but ride the bus all over the place (Though I sort of wish that could be a job. If I were a creative writer for a living I would buy a bus pass and do all my thinking on the bus. There’s something about the stop and go bumpiness or the changing scenery of a bus ride that gets my mind in motion, too.), here is a list of the things I have done in the last seven days.
1. I got As on both my exams. I’ll have one more exam at the end of this semester along with three major papers. H1: Blogging will be inversely related to the amount of work required to finish those papers.
2. I broke out my Christmas vocal music. Not the stuff that you listen to when it’s Christmastime, the stuff you start preparing now for when you want to perform it at Christmastime.
3. I made a lunch appointment with a friend and then missed it because I was in this blind focus working on a paper that was due Thursday. Like, reminded myself the day before the appointment that I was having lunch tomorrow with a friend. The next morning, having slept little because my mind was working out the paper I had to write, I said nothing to my wife as she made me a lunch and packed it in my school bag. I don’t remember saying anything to anyone, in fact, as I ate my lunch alone and typed almost all day long. I didn’t realize it until he sent me an e-mail saying, where were you? Later that day, still in the same blind focus, I missed my regular bus time and got home later than usual. I finished my work about 9 p.m. that night.
4. I planted four trees on Saturday. It was cool to see the finished product, but really hard digging through rocky ground. So rocky, in fact, that we set the rocks aside and had enough to make a neat rock circle around each tree. It looks like we planned it that way.
By lmolyneux, on November 4th, 2011 I forget what I’m supposed to be doing. On the bus with me today:
- Nobody. Is it Saturday and I don’t know it?
- Finally some people start getting on. One guy walks in like he owns the place. He has square features, shaggy hair and a wild goatee. Oh, I get it! I’m an extra in a Geico commercial. (OK, so he is not a caveman. He stood up as the bus got full and a mother with her two kids took his seat.)
- A girl going to nursing school, or something like that. She is reviewing notes for unit 5 in her pharmacology 2300 class. They do not teach you in nursing school that pinning your ears back with a tight do-rag is likely to cause pain by lunchtime.
- A girl with bright red hair. Her head looks like an apple with a bite taken out of it where her face is. She should wear a green hairpiece for the leaf. (One of my professors will appreciate this description because her teenage daughter wants to die her hair red.)
By lmolyneux, on November 2nd, 2011 A short one, but there are two important people I want to tell you about. On the bus with me today:
- Lots of runners, the people who see the bus coming and start sprinting to catch it. One lady is so relieved she made it that she cannot stop sighing, like, “WOOOOOOOooooooo!” Every other breath she is saying to the whole bus, “Did you see that? I RAN, baby, ’cause there was gonna be trouble if I didn’t catch that bus. But you know I caught it ’cause I fast.” After every sigh she looks around the bus to see if anyone noticed her amazing feat and is possibly a recruiter for the Olympic track team.
- A guy who is writing a mean e-mail. Or maybe just a mean guy writing an e-mail. Not sure. I don’t know if you can tell in the photo, but he has the biggest scowl on his face, with his bottom lip up under his nose and the corners of his mouth nearly touching the bottom of his jaw. He holds his phone about three inches from his nose as he furiously pecks away at his mini-keyboard. What makes this guy even funnier, and which you also may not be able to see in the photo, is that the hair on the top of his head is thinning, but there is still a circle of tight curls that runs all the way around his hairline. So it looks like he’s wearing a headband made out of his own hair with a bald spot on top.
By lmolyneux, on October 24th, 2011 Well, you can’t write about ALL the crazy people on the bus. Just the ones without red hair or blue hair. Narrows it down. On the bus with me today:
A guy who smells like churros sits down next to me. He is bigger than I am and could beat me up, so I am not making fun of him, just stating that I now detect the aroma of fried dough sprinkled with cinnamon, whereas before I did not. His cell phone screen is cracked, probably because he held it too tightly in his big mitts.
One guy with long ratty hair has so much stuff with him that it takes him two trips to get it all out the door. He stumbles up to the front of the bus on his second trip to get a card from another rider (friend?) and the driver yells “back door!” He says he knows and takes another long look at his empty seat to make sure he has not left anything behind.
A woman listening to a Zune. A Zune is a portable mp3 player that nobody bought and has been discontinued. OK, so I bought a Zune, but it was a mistake and I didn’t use it for very long before selling it to someone else who also should not have bought it. The woman bobs her head and I can tell it is to the music because she keeps bobbing when the bus makes a stop.
At least five sleepers on today’s bus. I think you do not want to sleep on the bus because several silly things could happen to you. You could miss your stop. You could lean over onto the stranger next to you. Your mouth could hang open and you could drool on your shirt. You could have one of those sleep jerks where you elbow the stranger next to you. So I do not know why people sleep on the bus.
By bmolyneux, on October 21st, 2011 Here’s a sign just outside my front door by the security panel of my building. I’m going to add in the unwritten words for you:
1. In case you don’t figure out that the only button that has the word “reset” in it is your best bet, we’re going to put the button’s text in bold AND show you a picture of it. Also, in case you don’t figure out that the red circle in the photo isn’t . . . → Read More: Reading between the lines
By lmolyneux, on October 19th, 2011 Can someone please pass the hot chocolate? It’s freezing out there. On the bus with me today:
- A bunch of people who think 60 degrees is cold. We’ve got sweaters, hoodies, jackets and full-on coats. People wear their hoods and beanies even while on the bus. The mothers have their children bundled up in fuzzy coats with the fur-lined hoods or covered by blankets in their car seats. No kidding. Heaven help us all survive this dreadful “cold” front . . . → Read More: On the bus: Coldsday
By lmolyneux, on October 17th, 2011 I wish I had spent the summer reading. I have come up with some interesting research questions, that has been easy enough, but the challenge is describing where my question fits in the panoply of communications research. And not just knowing where it fits, but being able to point out every connection it has to any bit of scholarly knowledge that has already been discovered and collected. The amount of reading required to do this well will consume my career, . . . → Read More: Current hurdle: literature review
By lmolyneux, on October 7th, 2011 It’s Fra-eee-day, Fra-eee-day, people, and I gotta make my mind up, which seat do I take?
On the bus with me today:
-A tall bus driver with corn rows and a toothpick sticking out of his mouth. This is what NBA players are doing these days, I guess.
-A baby ‘fro. But he got the comb up in it, so it’s legit. Also, (fake?) diamond earrings.
Update: A second short Afro gets on the bus, with the same black . . . → Read More: On the bus: Fra-eeee-day
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