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This morning, the Mountain View train station smelled like Lucky Charms. Not the platform; not the inside of the bike shelter; but the outside of the building smelled like Lucky Charms. There did not appear to be any kind of spilled food or unusual object in the vicinity to explain it.

On the way home, the San Francisco train station smelled like Lucky Charms. Not anything I was carrying; not any obvious food-selling cart or anything; not the train; and, later, not the Mountain View station anymore.

I am extraordinarily perplexed.

(The San Francisco station sometimes smells like the bread baking in the Subway. This is a good smell, but not at all like Lucky Charms. It did not smell like bread this morning, or noticeably of anything else.)
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This morning, there was a crow standing on the railroad tracks, cawing away. I could see its breath.

I think that may be the first time I've seen non-human breath condensation. Definitely the first time I've seen it from a bird.

Crows would make good dragons.
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(Today's dinner theme was "chocolate". I could not finish my dessert.)

T: The dense chocolate lump has defeated me.
A: (shocked) Defeated by chocolate?
T: It had allies. I defeated the allies.
A: So you're chocolate Hitler?
T: There are so many things wrong with that statement.
A: ... alternate universe chocolate Hitler?
T: Where's my LiveJournal?

And a bonus conversation:
Last Thursday my train broke down, so they eventually herded us all onto the next train, which meant that I was standing in a corner trying to read my book while the guy crammed in up the stairs next to me was carrying on a very intense and detailed conversation on his cellphone about his new girlfriend, including the line "She's hella mature!" which made me and the attractive black guy standing on his other side snort simultaneously. He didn't notice. Later, the other guy standing up the stairs from Intense Phone Guy suggested that IPG "Breathe between words!" He didn't notice that either, but the cute guy and I did. And I was reading my book!


Nov. 18th, 2006 12:21 am
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Good stuff:

1. A car/bicycle interaction that was just as confusing as, but much more cheerful than, the last one.

In the left-turn lane, from front to back: Other Bicyclist, Woman in Burgundy Sedan, Me. We're all sitting there blinking in our various ways, and the driver opens her door to lean out and ask me if I'd like to go in front to be with the other bicyclist. I'm a bit confused by this, and allow as how I'm perfectly happy where I am, in line to turn left and all, and she seems a little confused but pleasant, and then the light turns green and we all go on our merry ways.

So still a rather peculiar thing, but good intentions. It was nice to be considered.

2. Got ambushed on the train by [livejournal.com profile] brooksmoses on Tuesday. This is what comes of having predictable habits.

3. I thought, early in the week, that I was horribly undersocialized (in the sense of not having been spending enough time with people recently, not the sense of not having been trained to deal with people when young), but then realized that I was completely wrong. I am missing specific people, mostly my family because I'm not going to see them this holiday season and that makes me sad, but I am okay in general. I also have a bunch of art I want to play with, so now I am looking forward to having a Thanksgiving holiday wherein Andres and I will be, as far as we can tell, the only humans left in the entire Bay Area, because it will give me lots of time to get things done. So that's nice.

(Not that I am against having an emergency party, if you will be one of the few humans not leaving town. In fact, I would be delighted to have anybody feeling abandoned or adrift over for Thanksgiving-type dinner. I will feed you pie.)
Weird stuff, stuff you can help with, and a footnote behind the cut )
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My bike was stolen today.

It looked, from the evidence lying around (bit of broken lock, locks chained to rack with no bikes in them), like quite a few bikes were stolen from the train station along with mine.

The police were actually quite pleasant and helpful, although they don't have much hope it'll actually be recovered.

And right after I got a new seat (and light, and gloves -- although I do at least still have the gloves), too. :(
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Trains are very big, and very fast. You cannot beat them across the tracks.
Please do not try.
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Q: If I am on a train going from point A to point B at approximately 80 miles per hour, and a car is stalled on the tracks at point C (between A and B), how many hours will I be late to work?

A: As it turns out, about two.

No one was hurt -- the driver of the car realized that the car was stalled, got out, and ran for it. We smacked into the car, reducing it to a more or less two-dimensional state, dragging it a good long distance, and knocking out the electricity on the train (did some more damage to the train, too, but I don't know what exactly). The conductors were pretty good about keeping us informed about what was going on, and got the wreckage out of the way and another train up on the parallel track to send us on our way with all reasonable speed.

So I had an exciting morning! How was yours?


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