Saturday, December 24, 2011

Ipod Battle: Update

Posted by K

Played: 268 Won: 117

Hahaha ipod. I have improved my win percentage from 22% to 43% in a couple weeks. If this was poker I'd totally have a sponsor deal by now. Where I wear dark sunglasses and make a commercial about how easy and free it is to play. Apple should definitely get on it.

I'm also at $23 074 in fake ipod money. I've decided to save it. I want to be able to be a fake-millionaire. It will take a while, but that's something I really want to sign my e-mails with:

Fake Millionaire: $1, 020, 027 and counting...

Best part? When you win, the four king cards give you the wave:

Hard to see, but they're totally giving me the wave. With applause in the background. I'm a hero.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Getting in the Christmas mood...

Posted by K

Mystery solved.

 Actually, his name is Reginald. And he has an awful sense of humour.

Thursday, December 01, 2011

Revive your wardrobe

Posted by M

Have you ever had to get dressed super fast in the morning and found yourself with a nagging thought: "I have NOTHING to wear!" You end up putting on something random and feeling just a touch uncomfortable or dissatisfied all day long. However, when you return to ponder your closet, does it look like this?:

Cue horror music
Yeah, mine too. So what's the problem? The clothes are there, but somedays they just seem SO uninspired. And when you're not Kim Kardashian, restocking every month (or every 3 days, however she rolls) is just not going to happen. When pondering this dilemma and the silly stress it causes me, I started to rethink my options. I have come up with this handy-dandy list to maximize what I already own, and it really has made mornings more fun!

Rule #1: Hide & Seek
Whenever you find yourself wondering if an item is really worth keeping, return to a classic childhood game: hide & seek. Hide the item, and walk away. Wait awhile. Have you even thought about that shirt or skirt? Do you find it a month later and think "Oh YEAH, I put that there!"? If so, I think we can agree it's time to donate and recycle!

Rule #2: Go Project Runway on it
I've come to realize that no matter how much I wish and hope, if something is too small it is probably always going to be too small. On the other hand, if it's too big, do you ever really want the day to come when it fits?! Probably not. While watching an episode of Desperate Housewives (yeah, I love it, sue me), I saw one of the characters wearing a tank shirt that looked almost identical to a t-shirt that I have owned for years. I stopped wearing this shirt because the sleeves had a poofiness that required a tight elastic which constantly cut off my circulation. I was inspired! I ran to my closet, grabbed the shirt and my scissors, and went to work! And voila, a new shirt!

The point is, don't be afraid to get out your little sewing kit and scissors and create something new! What's the worst that can happen? You have a piece of clothing that you can't wear. Guess what, that's where you were anyway!

Here I removed the elastic hem from the bottom of the shirt. I can finally breathe, woot!

Rule #3: Hit the stores!
No, I'm not saying give up and buy new clothes. But it's amazing how many ideas you can get just from taking a look at some of the mannequins and sample outfits in your fave stores. I recently did this, and was inspired to add some simple things (belts, scarves, or leggings) to some of the items I was utterly bored with! Now I try to look online, even search out new ways to wear certain things (check out this awesome site: ).

I took this look from one of my favourite stores: Add a simple cardigan, belt, and voila!
p.s.- pay no attention to the cat in the top right. He is clearly just jealous of my fabulous styling skillz

And if all else fails, call up some besties, budget a few less coffees, and hit the mall! Or hold a clothing exchange with friends and find some new items without anyone spending a cent! Happy Wardrobing :).

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Me versus my ipod. The battle begins.

Posted by K

Is it really necessary for the ipod to record statistics on my Klondike games? And remind me of them everytime I restart?

"Are you sure you want to abandon this game? You've played it 70 times and only won 11..."

It's like the game is calling me a loser every time I play.This was supposed to be relaxing for me ipod, and now you're stressing me out :(

Well now it's on. I will beat this machine if it kills me. And it might. Because I keep playing at the same time I'm trying to walk home. Landed me in a ditch a couple times...

Current Score: Played 68, won 15

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Bus-iquette tip of the week: Why I deserve a seat on the bus more than your purse/backpack.

Posted by K

I like to think I'm not a selfish person. I don't ask for much when I ride public transit; leave me alone and I won't bother you. But one thing I do expect when the bus is packed is that people will move their bags off empty seats so I can sit. And yet they act like it's the biggest hassle ever. I'm not asking for a kidney, it's a seat on a bus.
Does your purse have tired legs? No. Has that backpack paid over $100 for a bus pass? No. And yet every day I have to fight this battle.

So I've decided to illustrate my point with three (hopefully) indisputable reasons why I deserve that seat. Am I the winner? You be the judge.

Point to me, I believe.
1. I pay taxes every year. Your purse doesn't.
Okay, so I guess you could argue that your purse paid sales tax the year you bought it. But still, assuming I work until I'm 65 years old, I totally win. (Unless you bought one of those $10 000 purses, in which case I doubt you're riding public transit)

2. I have a better personality than your backpack. Think about it: You carry that lump around all day long and it never says thanks. Plus it hangs open and dumps your stuff all over, which I would never do. Unless you really deserve it.
The next graph illustrates this: I gave myself 100 personality points based on my ability to smile and react to situations with kindness and manners. The porcupine is there for illustrative purposes; I gave him a 20 for probable cuteness, but subtracted 10 for sharp edges. Backpack gets 1, and that's assuming it has a cool design or funny buttons on it.

3. Lastly, and probably most importantly, if you don't move your bag I will sit on it. Seriously, I've done it before and I'll do it again. Here's hoping that's crunching noise isn't your laptop.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Quincy is trying to kill me.

Posted by K

Monday night I was coming up the stairs from the basement. It was dark. Scary even. There were no lights on when I got to the hallway, but I noticed something weird about the carpet. I flipped on the light to find this:

"I am stealth."

Luckily I keep my camera on a table right near the doorway, or I wouldn't have proof that Quincy is trying to kill me. If it wasn't for the "Where's Waldo"-like tail sticking out I probably wouldn't have seen him in the dark.

Murderous glare

After I took the photos I figured he realized the element of surprise was gone, but he still grabbed my foot as I walked by, and managed to trip me. He has perseverance, I'll give him that.

Friday, November 04, 2011

Indications that it's time to rethink your life:

Posted by K

  1. A "good commute" is a day when you don't get hit in the head by a backpack or elbow.
  2. A "fun treat" is speed walking for 30 minutes to pick up a sub for lunch.
  3. You're happy when the bus driver has to pull over to report a guy smoking crack to the police, because at least cocaine-guy was in the car next to the bus rather than on the bus.
    • Then you're angry, because someone smoking crack clearly has a driver's license and you still don't.
    1. You name the plant sitting on your desk.
    2. You take the plant on your desk (Phoebe) home, because you feel guilty that it's been stuck at work its whole life.
    3. A bad week is justification for buying yet another season of Criminal Minds. Seriously. I have a problem.
    4. You spent your evening drinking wine while watching "She's all That" and laughing at the 90s fashions.
    5. Even your cat disapproves of your movie choices. (It's a compelling story Quincy, stop judging me.)
    6. You genuinely tried to win McDonald's Monopoly. When will I learn that there is no Boardwalk out there?
    7. You spent WAY to much time entering said monopoly pieces into the internet game, only to lose, like, every single time. I swear if I have to watch "Uncle Pennybags" throw a card and miss the hat one more time I will scream.

    Highpoint? When you realize that despite all this, life could definitely be worse. Besides, Phoebe is clearly happier at home.

      Monday, October 31, 2011

      Note to Kibbelz: Choose a cooler graffiti tag name.

      Posted by K

      The other day I was sitting on the bus, beginning my commute at the ungodly hour of 6:30am, when I looked up and saw some graffiti. Not exactly an unusual find, until I read it:

      It says "Kibbelz Da Klown." Not even kidding. I half suspected someone was screwing with me, so I shot a look around the bus, but no one seemed to notice it.
      I'm afraid the picture is pretty shaky because I took it with my cell phone. Also, I was laughing.

      Blurry close up

      I kind of feel that if you're going to deface public property, at least choose a cool tag name. 

      Seriously, think about it: the person would have had to bring a sharpie, wait until the back of the bus was empty, and then carefully scribe it for all future riders to see. The name they chose to immortalize? "Klown". With a 'K'.

      I guess it did make me laugh, and at the crack of dawn no less. Well played, Kibbelz. Well played.

      Friday, October 28, 2011

      Ferdy part deux

      Posted by K

      I love the dollar store.

      Where else would I find a sweater for Ferdy? So maybe it was meant for a child's doll, clearly he rocks it.

      Freaking fantastic.

      He really does brighten up a room. Plus, he'll totally comfort the little kiddies walking through out Halloween graveyard. They'll be all "Ah! A dismembered arm! but that is a really cute skeleton. Nice sweater."

      I checked "Build-a-bear" to try and get him some shoes, but those teddies have really big feet apparently.

      Unfortunately Quincy's desire to eat Ferdy hasn't been thrown off by the colourful shirt:

      Not the foot!

      And for those of you who think I'm losing my might be right.

      Thursday, October 20, 2011

      Bus Points Milestone

      Posted by K

      As of this morning I have spent the equivalent of a week at work (37.5 hours) just waiting to catch the bus. An entire work week just standing under a sign.

      To celebrate this depressing milestone, I bought myself Season 4 of Criminal Minds. I know it's not my scheduled 100 bus hours, but I feel it should be acknowledged with a prize. So basically I'm celebrating my messed up commute by buying a show about people catching psychos. Sweet.

      I'm going to imagine that the first "unsub" they shoot is in honour of me! (Don't be offended, it's a fictional show people.)

      p.s. Do you like the award? It makes me feel less depressed about this. Don't judge me.

      Wednesday, October 19, 2011

      How to be picture perfect: Take it from Keira

      Posted by M

      Recently, while posing for a picture, I was reminded of my love of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Random? Stick with me and I'll explain:
      This is not only one of the best novels ever written (not just my opinion, it's a proven fact), but has brought fans hours of entertainment in the form of the 1995 A&E version starring Colin Firth (oh, and Jennifer Ehle...oooops). This epic 5-part mini-series is well worth the day it takes to watch it all. For many summers, some amazing friends and I would gather together to bond over the light-hearted story and ideal (yeah, he starts out jerky, but really he's just misunderstood!) man that is Mr. Darcy. There was nary a dry eye by the end.

      Exhibit A:
      Need I show more? Trust me, just watch it.

      Anyway, I digress. What I really thought of while taking the photo was the 2005 Kiera Knightley version. During the 129 minutes of film, Kiera constantly displays what my friends and I came to call the "Keira Kiss". The Keira Kiss is the one, sure-fire way that you can always look AWESOME in pictures! Reunions, weddings, work functions, boy or name it, you will be the bomb.

      Is she happy? Sad? Hungry? Who cares, she looks great!

      So, how is this look achieved, you ask? First, focus on your lips. Imagine that you have been stung by a bee right on the kisser, or that you have recently received a significant collagen treatment (if you have then hoorah!, you're one step ahead of everyone!). You will feel your lips start to expand outward immediately. I'm doing it just thinking about it! Next, purse your lips just like you do while admiring your gorgeous self in the mirror (oh come on, we all know you do it). Hold that pose while everyone else yells "Cheese!" and you're golden!

      Everyone will always admire your slick demeanor, and you will never again have to worry about having that goofy grin or half-smile plastered all over precious pictures. Voila, your answer to unphotogenic awkwardness for LIFE. To any celebrities out there: I'm available for photo consultation for a nominal fee. And when I say nominal, think "large".

      She does it everywhere! LOVE it!

      Wednesday, October 12, 2011

      Bus-iquette Tip of the Week: I can hear you...

      Posted by K

      After spending my Thursday commute without headphones, I was reminded (painfully) why I started listening to music on the bus in the first place.

      I think the lowest point of my ride was when the guy next to me started loudly bragging that the bus driver wasn't allowed to kick him off the bus for telling graphic stories as long as he replaces the dirty words with euphemisms. Do you know how hard it was to keep a straight face? Like trying to swallow Buckley's without grimacing. I managed it by going to my happy place: me, a beach and a Pina Colada. Good times.

      Not that I'm against people talking on public transportation (though I am against laughter and/or general merriment before 7am); I just think they should remember that everyone else can hear you. Especially when you're yelling. In their ear. I really don't want to hear about your disturbing medical problems, I have enough trouble with motion sickness as it is. 

      Brainwave! I have just thought of a perfect punishment for white collar crime: make them stand on a bus once a week for 24 hours straight. Seriously; imagine seeing someone like Conrad Black cuffed to the top of one of those metal hand poles, helplessly falling over at sharp turns, while in the background some 13 year old girl talks about how awesome Justin Bieber is. Hilarious. You can have that one for free Justice System. (though if you want to pay me for it, that's cool too.)

      Monday, October 10, 2011

      Meet Ferdy

      Posted by K

      This is Ferdy (short for Ferdinand, but he doesn't like to be too formal), the happy Skeleton.
      He is the most awesome Halloween accessory ever, and I only paid $1.

      He's got the kind of face that says, "Yes, I may be a skeleton with glowing red eyes, but is that a reason to be depressed? Life's a party!" There is a lot of sincerity in those ruby reds.

      I'm just jazzed to be here.

      All I have to do now is find him a tiny easy chair and put it on the front step. Then when people come to the door he'll be all "Wassup?" Perfect first impression.

      Unfortunately Quincy is also a fan of Ferdinand. As in he wants to eat him. I guess that's what happens when you're as charismatic as Ferdy.
      That's not ominous at all, Quincy.

      Don't worry though, I'm sure once we get Ferdy positioned outside he'll be safe. Unless squirrels are also overwhelmed by his friendliness. This could end badly. Maybe if I padlock him to the mailbox...

      Thursday, October 06, 2011

      Quincy Strikes Again.

      Posted by K

      Two more pairs of headphones have been murdered by this cat:

      He looks so freaking smug.

      2 days ago, I woke up to find my second backup headphones gruesomely displayed on my bedroom floor. Mangled to death. (And in case you're wondering; yes, I clearly do need to have 2 backup headphones as I'm living with a feline assassin)

      Since this pair was mostly-broken already (only one earphone worked) i wasn't too upset about losing them. What concerns me was that they were stored on the back of a shelf a good distance from the ground, and nothing else was knocked off. How could he possibly reach them without knocking everything over? It's the type of question that will keep me up at night.

      Then, this morning, I was sitting on the bus trying to listen to my tunes, and nothing was playing. I looked at my ipod, which seemed okay, checked my earpieces: all good. Confused, I followed the headphone cord all the way down until two inches before the end, where there was a single tooth mark cutting through the wire. That is just a really low blow. Now I get to spend my 3 hour daily commute listening to The Sounds of the Bus. Best hits include: high pitched laughter, techno beat from stupid-guy-with-loud-music, and crying baby. Thanks ever so, Quincy.

      Monday, October 03, 2011

      A Response! Not a good response, but still a response.

      Posted by K

      I got a response from my local councillor! (okay, so it was the councillor's assistant) After 10 days! What a system.

      To paraphrase, there is nothing they can do for me. Yay. They suggest I keep e-mailing the bus company.
      Because that has been really effective so far.

      This war is not over bus...

      Sunday, October 02, 2011

      My Kingdom for a Response...

      Recently I've been sending bus complaints almost every day. I started out very professionally:

      Yet they didn't respond. I even clicked the "request a response" button. So I thought that maybe if I got more creative they would finally reply to me:

      Still no double buses. Or Ricola. I didn't even get Halls or Buckleys for crying out loud. I figure if they're not taking me seriously I'm at least going to have fun with it. I think Monday I'll request that they send us some free coffee as a gesture of goodwill. I'm totally going to be a hero on that bus.

      Tuesday, September 27, 2011

      Cocktail: a mixed drink that contains alcohol. And happiness.

      Posted by M

      Looking for a way to combine crafts and cookies? And maybe even a little Crème de Cacao (ever wonder when you actually USE crème de cacao? I know I did.)
      Well if so, then have I got the craft for you!

      Presenting: Making a cocktail glass!

      Do you know how many hits come up when you search "cocktail glass" in ClipArt? 64. I find that hilarious and yet so wrong...

      Okay, so we're not actually making glass. We lack the necessary glass-blowing skills. But it is amazing how easy it is to make a personalized cocktail glass with a short trip to your local dollar store. Ah, how I love the dollar store.

      Things to buy:
      • One cocktail glass (didn't see that coming, did you?)-$1 each
      • Stick-on jewels - found in the craft section, there is TONS of choice-$1/sheet
      • Small beads and metal jewelry chord (if you want to be REALLY fancy)
       The beauty of this craft is how easy it is! Take the supplies home and decorate your glass to your heart's content! The more bling, the better! Be sure to add some pressure to each jewel, otherwise they will slip off when washed. Which would really suck, but at least you'll still have a functional glass and alcohol to drown your sorrows totally win-win. Add some awesome friends to craft with, and you're golden!

      Once you have a sweet, blinged-out glass, why not try out this amazing cocktail:

      Cookies n'Cream Cocktail

       Blend ½ cup of ice in blender. Add 1 ounce of Vanilla Vodka, ¾ ounce of Crème de Cacao, 2 crushed oreo cookies, and a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Blend well. Top with more crushed oreos, this makes 1 cocktail. Bon appétit!

      Check 'er out:
      Insert drool here.

      <stick on jewels!

      Saturday, September 24, 2011

      K's Response Countdown (see left side of screen)

      Posted by K

      I have decided to declare war on the bus. My commute has lengthened by an average of 30 minutes, bringing my daily trip total to 3 hours. Which is good news for my bus points, but bad news for my mental health. Upon reflection, I decided I should try and maintain what little sanity I have remaining. A couple weeks ago I started sending complaints/suggestions to the bus company in the naive belief that they weren't aware that their "new schedule" wasn't being followed (i.e. 2-3 buses fail to show up in a row...every single day.)

      I noticed the option to ask for a response from the company when you complain, so I requested one. 4 days ago. I'm not sure the bus company grasps the dire-ness of the situation (my head may explode if I spend another week getting hopeful every time I hear loud engines, then being crushed when it turns out to be a mattress truck instead of a bus.) So then I decided to move up the chain of command to my local councillor. So far no response either. So now I'm adding my councillor to my daily e-mail list. Enjoy.

      Is it wrong to count weekends in my response wait? I think not: isn't there some sort of expression, "politics never sleeps" or something to that effect? I'm thinking next time I'll sign my letter "a voting member of your constituency". Maybe that'll garner an answer.

      Note: I realize we started this blog with the intention of including non-bus related things, like crafts! I'm going to stop hi-jacking it for angry bus when I actually get a response. For reals.

      UPDATE: I finally got a response from all parties involved, so I took down the "Response Countdown". For the sad but inevitable conclusion to this story, click HERE

      Wednesday, September 21, 2011

      The Case of the Missing Camera Cord

      Posted by K

      My camera recharging cord is still M.I.A., though I do have a person-of-interest in the case.

                        This is Quincy. Quincy the cat:

      Mug Shot: Cute but deadly.

      He enjoys staring out the window, drinking water straight from the tap, and hiding on dark stairs in an effort to trip people into an early grave. He is pretty successful at all of these hobbies.

      You might think it's silly to accuse a cat of hiding/stealing a camera cord, but he has a long history of mayhem to back up my suspicions.
      His list of victims include: 3 remote controls, 3 headphones (chewed to death), 5 gift bages, 2 books and 1 camera cord (allegedly).

      His patented move is to jump on my bed, all purring and cute, then (when I'm sleeping or my back is turned) start knocking stuff from my bedside table into my garbage can. If I don't notice in time, it goes out with the trash, never to be seen again. The books he destroyed by knocking a full glass of water off my desk. Landed all over a pile of my novels and my portable DVD player. I chose to save the DVD player...I guess that's what society has come to: technology over books. In my defense, the DVD player was way more expensive than the books.

      The investigation is on-going. The suspect is innocent until proven guilty in a court of law (or until  I find the chewed remains under my bed).

      Friday, September 16, 2011

      Bus hours redeemed = New Boots!

      Posted by K

      note: Please imagine "We are the Champions" by Queen playing in the background while you read this post. Trust me, it makes it like, 10 times more awesome.

      I made it! The first 100 bus hours has been reached! The culmination of all my bruises and complaining arrived in the form of a sweet new pair of boots!

      They look really cute! Plus, they're sturdier than my last boots, so if someone with giant feet steps on me now, I'm protected. Like Captain America's shield, but on my feet. And without the patriotic-ness.

      Unfortunately my camera is dead, so I haven't been able to take photos of my awesome boots. In the meantime, I'm using this randomly selected picture to represent my new boots:
      Piñata! Not my boots, but almost as awesome.

      Hopefully my camera will be functional again soon, so I can take a real picture.

      Yay for 100 bus hours!! I wonder if the bus company will send me a commemorative pin? I'll have to investigate this...

      Tuesday, September 13, 2011

      Less than 6 bus hours until New Boots!!

      Posted by K

      I've almost hit the 100 hour mark! So freaking exciting! In less than a week I will walk into a shoe store, show them my old, hole-ridden boots and say "help me. For the love of goodness, help me."

      And I have definitely earned new boots. In the last week alone I've been smacked and squished so much I keep finding random bruises, and I'm like "how did that happen? Oh yeah, that guy stepped on top my foot with his honking big shoes...twice." or, "Why is my arm so sore?! Oh right, I was clinging for dear life to one of those stupid rubber hand loops for over 30 minutes. That'll do it."

      The world will be my boot oyster! I could choose anything! ANYTHING!
      Except for these:

      That is just heinous. Like an Ugg boot married a goat and had little boot children. Apologies if you own these boots, I just personally don't see the beauty. Or the functionality. Wouldn't the hairy stuff get all wet and smelly in the rain/snow?! See, these are the things I wonder about. Maybe they're ridiculously comfortable or something, I guess that would be redeeming.

      Anyway, enough boot dissing, almost time for boot shopping! Wish me luck!

      Sunday, September 11, 2011

      Friday Night Movie Reviews: That pesky bird

      Posted by M

      Every few Friday nights we like to escape into movies, wine and all-dressed chips. Ahh, the oh-so-perfect combination. We started this tradition by watching some chickflick classics along the lines of 'The Wedding Singer' and 'Failure to Launch', then slowly broadened our horizons to the tune of 'Leap Year'. (Yes, we are and adventurous lot.)
      p.s.- We were not fans of the oh-so-promising, yet painfully dull, latter film. I mean, how can a rom-com based in Ireland not keep your interest? HUH?! Anyway, I digress...

      It was that last film that made us think we were ready for something a little more...dare I say it...racy! Something a little risque, yet still accessible. For our first delve into the indie film industry, we thought "why not take it light?". A little Queen Amidala, a classic 'That 70's Show' alum, and some French actor who I've only ever seen in high-budget American movies. What could be lighter than that?! Anyway:

      ENTER: THE DRAGON. Actually, it was 'Enter: the Swan'. No Bruce Lee here, I'm sorry to say.

      I will eat your soul. And enjoy it.

      Fast-forward to the ending scene of 'Black Swan'. There we sat. Jaws on the floor. Eyes bulging. No idea what just hit us.

      Spoiler Alert: This film is not only deeply disturbing, but rivals the shock and horror of the 10 minutes of the tv show 'Hoarder's' I once sat through.

      All we could do for a full 2 minutes was mouth "What?...Why?.." and laugh nervously. We then started listing off people to whom we could hand over this newly purchased gem ($10 on amazon = money poorly spent.) I should mention that no one came to mind (No matter whether you love or hate this film, NO ONE could possibly recommend it without prefacing with "Have you been missing that weirded-out, creepy feeling in your life? Well do I have a movie for you...")

      Let me just say this: We knew it was going to be a rough ride. We were prepped with full wine glasses and open minds. But nothing, NOTHING, can prepare you for the victimized feeling this movie will give you. And believe me, I know I am sheltered when it comes to certain things, but I think imaginary lesbian encounters, murder (or is it suicide? Conundrum!), and human's growing swan feathers would be enough to make anyone shake their head in disbelief.

      That being said, definite props to Portman and Kunis, who were simply amazing just for pulling it off. How you get through scenes like those in one piece, I have NO idea. My cap is wayyyyy off to them, Oscar nom. and win well deserved.

       Final Recommendation: Watch only if you feel Hollywood has been neglecting the "deep-psychological-problems-through-interpretive-dance"  movie genre.
      Drinking is very necessary, nay obligatory. And under NO circumstances should you watch this movie alone. Unless you want to be double-checking your mirror reflection for red-eye all night. And for the love of goodness don't bite any of your hangnails during this movie. Seriously.

      Up next on Friday Movie Reviews: Eat, Pray, Love or Hate. Teehee.

      Tuesday, September 06, 2011

      Bus-iquette tip of the week: Giant Backpack Syndrome

      Posted by K

      Ah, back to school; the time for loud, crazy, spirit-suckingly overloaded buses. I’m sure everyone riding the bus, like me, is wondering what crime they committed against the universe that caused karma to stick them on a bus full of inescapable noise and humanity. Axe Body Spray-covered humanity.

      And I’m sure it’s no easier for the students; not only do you have to spend your last minutes of freedom crammed into a box on wheels like a sardine, but you are glared at by angry people with brief cases. 

      Here’s a tip to minimize the angry glares: If you’re wearing a backpack twice your size, don’t stand at the only bus exit. I know you think that moving yourself over 2 inches when people need to get off solves everything, but when your backpack is still stuck out 3 feet behind you it doesn’t help. At all. Believe me, it’s a really unpleasant way to start the day. It shouldn’t feel like you’ve come through a game of Red Rover just to get off the bus. 

      With giant backpack comes great responsibility. Or sensibility…whichever one stops people from blocking the door.

      Friday, August 26, 2011

      K’s Bus Points

      Posted by K

      You may have noticed "K’s Bus Points" on the left side of this blog. 

      Born out of my slow mental breakdown due to a ridiculously long bus commute, I’ve decided to create Bus points (patent pending). I’m keeping track of all the time I spend riding the bus, and waiting for the bus. Every time I hit 100 hours I get a prize. What’s the first prize I choose? A new pair of boots. 

      Note: I’m adding bonus time when I have to look at something gross on the bus. And I guess to make it even I’ll deduct time when I have a really great experience on the bus (hahaha). Just kidding, there are some very nice bus drivers out there, it’s more the overall length and wait that drive me nutso.

      I’m thinking +5 min. per gross thing, -5 min. per good experience.

      Who will break first: me or the bus? Probably me... which will almost certainly involve profanity. Let the games begin.