Tuesday, January 13, 2009

CTA.

This is a pretty interesting artcile. I had no idea the CTA needed so much of its revenue to be from ridership.

No wonder they're always broke. Given the amount of buses that are packed ass to crotch on a daily basis during rush hours, I don't really see any possible way they could meet that funding requirement.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Barbaro.

I wonder what makes us think of someone, randomly, who were haven't seen or heard of in a long time.

I was wondering today what Barbaro is up to these days. For those of you who don't know him, which is everyone, let me tell you the kind of guy Barbaro is. I don't know whether it's true or not, but once he told me this:
She told me to give her 10 inches and make it hurt. So I fucked her twice and slapped her on my way out.

Yeah, I wonder what that guy is up to.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

An interesting question.

Do you think you've read more books or seen more movies in your lifetime?

And I'm talking about actual books, not Bernstein Bears or things like that.

I'm kind of torn on how to judge juvenile series books, i.e. The Boxcar Children (my favorite as a 9-year old), or the Babysitters Club (my sister's choice reading of that time). I mean, when you're 9, you can't exactly be reading literature, but you'd certainly count movies you watched at that age.

I'm really not sure which I've done more of. Of the books I own, I'm at about 200. My Netflix says I've rated 801 titles, but a lot of those are Simpsons, Family Guy, Seinfeld, and other not-movies. I'd say maybe 650-700 total would be actual movies, but I doubt I rated every movie I've ever seen either.

Really, I'm not sure, but I think it might be books.

Wow.

Ouch.

U.S. private employers shed 693,000 jobs in December, up sharply from the revised 476,000 jobs lost in November and far more than economists estimated, a report by ADP Employer Services said on Wednesday.

Six hundred seventy nine thousand. Think about that.

That's more people than live in the states of Wyoming, Vermont, North Dakota, and almost Alaska.

Granted, those are not populous states. But imagine an entire state of people lost their jobs. Including infants, and toddlers, children, and retired people who don't actually work.

And this all happened in a month.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Indifferent express.

I don't think most people have a favorite author.

I think I can say that I have a new favorite author. Which to nobody else is a big deal at all, but to me, is a huge deal.


Sorry Miss Rand. But Mr. Gladwell is where it's at.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Because.

A lot of people have asked me why I do what I do, occupation-wise. It is true, I could be doing more...intellectually stimulating things, or at the very least more profitable things.

I don't know exactly how to explain it.

For the years and years I was in school, and not just college, but always, I never understood why I was there. Yes, to get good grades, then graduate, then go to school more, then get more good grades, until you eventually get a job and then...I don't know what is supposed to follow. But I never felt like it was the place I should be. The first day of class began the interminable countdown of days until the semester was finally over, and then I could be one semester closer to being done with school. On the whole, that's not a terribly healthy view to have of academia. I never really cared about graduating, I cared more about not having to be in school anymore. The difference is subtle, but important.

Working at Checkmate, it's not been like that. I don't come to work so I have one less day that I have to work before I retire and/or die. Although I don't always want to go to work, I like working on the whole. I feel better after work than I do before, even on long days. I like doing something, as opposed to sitting at a desk all day. I like being outside (in the summer), and I like being able to make positive impact on the company and its workers without having to deal with corporate policy.

I feel like school is something I did for others. And Checkmate is what I do for myself.

The latest from Mr. Bates.

I only heard this second hand:

Steve walked up to Mr. Bates carrying a bag. He asked "Do you know what this is?"

Mr. Bates looked at the bag for a second, and said "Looks like a couple of rotten bananas."

"No. It's a bag of shit."

WOW.