a once in a lifetime entertainment extravaganza of epic proportions.

I was on the bus on the way to school the other day, and I was treated to a once in a lifetime entertainment extravaganza of epic proportions.

The guy sitting right in front of me was putting on a one-man radio show, apparently for himself.

At first, I didn't know where the soft sound of falsetto singing was coming from, until I narrowed it down to the squirrelly looking guy sitting in the seat in front of mine. After a while, his falsetto signing turned into a deeper announcer voice, and then a slightly different falsetto voice started singing a different style song--this one was more of a ballad. All of this was just a little too quiet for me to make out the words, but hey some people even like the opera and who knows what the hell those fat dudes are saying?

The best moment in all of this came when a man walked in front of the bus as the light changed to green causing the bus to brake suddenly. The man in front of me, who was mid song, paused his broadcast only for long enough to say (and I kid you not): "whoa buddy, what the hell? Are you out of your mind?"

I've said it once and I'll say it again: "I don't care if I never get a car!"

enjoying things while they last...

With the coming robot-human wars fast approaching, it is more important now than ever to take advantage of some of the good things in life before they become unavailable to us. The fact is that, when the time come for people and things to choose sides in the war, it is not difficult to predict which side the buses will take. Humans have exploited and mistreated buses for many decades; we have forced them to carry around our stinkiest and craziests citizens while we drives them into the ground under unthinkable conditions. So when the time comes and the buses join the toasters, computers and ATM machines on the side of the robots, don't be one of the ones who think to them selves: "Man, I wish I had had one last bus ride!"

Super Late Magazine Blog!

So it turns out that I had a blog assignment due about two months ago, that I didn't know about until today, so here it is, hopefully better late than never.
The topic I was assigned is "Magazines", which is cool, because I have a lot to say about that jazz:
I'll start with a story about what used to be my favourite magazine... Ad Busters.
I used to absolutely adore this magazine. It really spoke to my deep seeded hatred for irresponsible advertising. Every issue was filled with great stories and mock advertisements for huge corporations, like one I particularly enjoyed for McDonald's that showed a fat kid in a swimsuit with the caption "There's a little McDonald's in everyone." In fact I ripped that ad out and it's still on my wall.

All of a sudden, however, maybe due to financial necessity, Ad Busters began running ads for their own brand of sneakers. I was so disappointwed with thwem for this complete contradiction, that I actually sent a carefully worded letter to the editor, saying that they had strayed from their primary mission, and that I thought they should make up for this transgression by busting themselves.

The last issue of Ad Busters I ever bought, was the one in which they didn't print my letter.

I couldn't justify paying money for a magazine for which I had lost so much respect.

Now I just bust ads myself in my spare time, sometime while I'm on the bus...