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19-May-2006 4:10PM

Social Programming Pterodactyls

A Pause, at Least Temporarily
This is a self-disintigrating post, just saying. I will be a bit consumed until the end of November being an offical participant in National Novel Writing Month, aka NaNoWriMo that goes from Nov 1st to Nov 30th, where the goal is to write no less than 50,000 words over that timefrane.  So far I'm doing well, I have logged about 7,600 words in 3 1/2 days.  Sufficed it to say this will limit my ability to conjure these bus posts, or visit and comment at those other's places at least until I finish if at all.If you would like to follow my progress, see a slightly better picture of me or an idea of what my project's about, just click the link below:

29-October-2009 4:45PM
One thing these “anticommuters” all have in common is that they all believe that they have a monopoly on being held underfoot by the rest of us that actually work for a living.Two such enter into the bus, again taking up space and driving out would-be passengers from their two-meters of shouting radius. You see, we must all be subject to their so-called oratorical duet-monologue of how horribly they’re treated, and how they should be on the receiving end of many upon many apologies from just about every person they come across. In fact, they’ll demand recompense for the simple act of putting your cell phone away, even if that very execution has nothing at all to do wit

28-October-2009 7:02AM
I really didn’t know that so many people lived up there on the hill, I really didn’t. Actually, what I mean to say is: I wasn’t aware that there were so many that would take up every single row before my own stop, which is extremely close to the beginning as it is. Peering about after taking my position in the rear bench seat I spot an old regular that I used to see on the afternoon ride that would always happen to be congruent with “The Armpit Sniffer.” They’d usually chatter on about the sports page of the newspaper, Wall Street’s most recent tribulations in the form of stocks, bonds, derivatives, market funds, futures, etcetera, and then would go on about their respectiv

27-October-2009 6:32AM
An oscillating furtive set of “looksies” is set upon the entire bus by a yellow slicker exhibitor guy that seems to require this said behavior so much that I am inclined to believe it to be akin to some drug. Whatever it is that forces his eyeball to the severe right corner of his skull’s sockets to that of a quivering strain is both curious and worrisome, since firstly I cannot seem to detect the subject of his interest through standard vector analysis or secondly, to study his face expeditiously enough without he raking his lizard-gaze in my own direction.Through some additional experimentation (on my part) I am able to discern that there is this unconscious self of his that

26-October-2009 7:14AM
-And here they come, rain shields up, hustling in like cowboy driven cattle, and hesitating their butts into suspension in midair in light of possible wetness down below. Many do not carry umbrellas which is an effect of the customary tradition about this region of the globe.One such of these is a middle aged man with a near reddened mullet seated in the aft section side-facing row to my forward view. I say, “near mullet” since it seems his mop simply grows into this fashion as naturally as possible, without provocation or potential pressures from those glory days of two to three decades past. Presently within this Twenty-First Century, he prostrates himself with legs ope