Snowbraaaaa!!

This has to be the worst blahg post I have written so far. Enjoy!

Glad my station is underground, haha!

Since time has sprung forward dangling a carrot of warm weather in our
faces making most New Yorkers as well as myself begin to think that Spring has begun to blossom only for this morning to be surprised and taken for a ride (but only if you didn't watch the weather). No sooner than writing a blahg post yesterday involving the subway the weather once again has turned dreary and the city is facing a potential blanket of snow.
It's almost as if the MTA called mother nature on her iphone and struck a deal with her to throw a tantrum and act miserable forcing me to ride the MTA miserably.

The 80's

You would think with our advances in technology, we would at
some point attempt to harness and control the weather like Cobra Commander tried to do during the 80's with his weather dominator
(The real 80's were awesome like Cindy Lauper to the left there, unlike the 80's revival we have been experiencing?). Watching the snow fall toward the sidewalk as I walked to the train this morning really makes me wish Cobra Commander along with his weather device were here to vanish this dismal weather. Unfortunately, Cobra Commander is a cartoon character and I'm simply day dreaming, wishing for better weather enabling me to bike to work, thus not granting our rat overlords (have you bothered to read that post yet?) a visit on the subway.

The Commander kicking it

Upon remembering Cobra Commander was in fact evil and would have jumped at the opportunity to join forces with the MTA and Mother Nature to ruin my day, I boarded the train hoping to not witness anyone shoveling pasta in their face while riding into Manhattan. Last thing I need is the inability
to move my arms on a packed train while having a food fight break out. Luckily no food fight broke out, but there was the infamous backpack guy, that person on the rush hour train who refuses to remove his backpack making less
room for those around him. Although if I had to choose,
I would prefer to have his backpack jammed into my back like a shiv than having to endure someone's stank pasta all over my face.

Normally when the weather is horrible as it is today, making it into work on time is thwarted like Cobra Commander's continuous attempts to rule the world. Why should any day be different. If I don't encounter any set backs while riding the train then it takes about the same amount of time it takes eating a bowl of cereal while watching an entire episode of
G.I. Joe thrashing the Commander himself. It's almost like setting a DVR to record your favorite show and then watching said show only to have the DVR cut off the last few minutes, but in the MTA's case they add minutes. Seriously, both instances are absolute
let downs.

Anyways, did any of this happened today? Maybe, maybe not, who am I to say. Does it snow in the city, does Cobra Commander always loose to G.I. Joe and when riding the train does it take longer than it should? The answer is yes, yes, and yes. Well now you know and knowing is half the battle.

GO JOE!!

The Spaghetti Incident

We here at the One Day Will be Farewell blahg (which is only yours truly) are continuing to play a bit of catch up from the past week of events that happened in the city. The City in which I dwell never ceases to amaze me and if you live here you know what I mean (wink, wink). New York city is a bottomless well of material to rant about and last week was seriously no different especially when it came to the subway.



I haven't a clue if you, the reader, have ever ridden on the MTA, but riding the train can be quite an adventure. The above video shows just one scenario that can play out for those who unfortunately open their mouth to the wrong group of girls in the wrong place at the wrong time. There is nothing more enjoyable than riding to work and bearing witness to pasta being tossed in someones face while the tossers friend repeats "Don't get in her face" over and over (I personally can't compete with that argument). Fortunately for us, someone with the technology was there to record the situation go down.

I will tell you this, if I witnessed those two girls sitting there and they began to annoy me, I would have to either a: sat there taking it like a man and ignoring it, or b: eject myself from the situation by moving away from the potential powder keg (or pasta in this matter) ready to blow. I have no idea why that woman even opened her mouth to complain, but she should have known that she was not dealing with one but two girls as soon as her lips parted like the red sea to voice the opinion she was soon to regret.

Waiting for next available table

Since this incident has spider webbed it's way across the internet and local television, the MTA is now contemplating the banning of food consumption on the subway. I personally don't take issue with this, but those who enjoy eating their meals while smelling garbage, body odor and urine while our rat overlords run around and poop at their feet may take issue. Would I feel bad eating my meal next to a homeless individual on the train who's passed out next to me dreaming of the meal I'm eating is not a question I never want to be in the position to ask myself.

Bon Appétit, my overlords

If the MTA actually proceeds to ban the consumption of food on the subway, then perhaps some will be pretty annoyed, but then again for most, the overall ride to work may become more enjoyable (although not soon enough for the lady in the video). If they do not go through with the ban then may be they can remove all of the seats so people can't throw their waste under them. Either way, I don't really care where people eat, if I have a problem I'll simply move away than put myself in an embarrassing situation like eating on the subway.

All of this leads me to reaffirm that riding my bike to work is more enjoyable than riding the train. Having to coexist with other people in a silver tube that propels itself through the underground realm of our rat overlords can be too troublesome for me.

This MTA Subway Isn't Eaten Fresh

Well, the rant I served you on a moldy platter yesterday has burned up in flames since I've discovered last evening, the Dropkick Murphy's show at the Roseland Ballroom is still going to transpire. This fabulous news meant that my commute to work would not be the normal commute by bicycle consisting of dodging pedestrians who can't turn their necks to see if a cyclist is rattling towards them in the bike lane, cabbies who love to pull in front of you hoping that you and your bike will slam into their trunk, or Johnny Law, whose ticketing blitz has all nyc cyclists on edge looking over their shoulder at every intersection. No, today I descend into the realm of our Rat overlords to ride the excuse the capitol of the world calls a subway, the MTA.

There is nothing like waking up in the morning knowing that even though you will leave your house on time, you will still arrive late for work. I occasionally think that I should just take the time, sleep in and watch the continuing cover of the upcoming royal wedding that I don't even care about than rushing only to be tardy because of the MTA. There is no better way to begin your commute to work than to be stuffed in an over crowded train car like a sardine ready to be opened and noshed on by ravenous Norwegians banging their heads to
death metal.

Via: Gothamist

With a plethora of odors emanating from every nook and cranny of the subway system, I am truly baffled when I see people eating in the catacombs that make up our dilapidated subterranean transit system. It saddens me at times, when I see on the L train a mother feeding potato chips (I prefer rippled) to her one year old "baby girl", then simply tossing the empty bag under the seat as if the world is her oyster and the train, her waste receptacle. Eating Mc Donald's (love me some fries) is bad enough as it is, but to be seen devouring Ronald's burger on the subway truly gives me the impression that you have given up on life.

via College Humor

Forget trying to grab a seat or grip a pole on this throttling cattle car to hell that's slower than an old man with a walker.
I would not want to be a small child when I see someone in sweatpants lean back on the pole right around where that child would grasp, only for the pole to disappear in the backdoor of their sweaty nether region, that pole must have more fecal matter on it than our national currency. (yes, wow indeed). The seats are not much better, perhaps if you are lucky you'll only sit in the sticky residue of some dried up soda, rather than some homeless persons left behinds. For more info on the homeless experience check the blog post of rich gone.

I can't even go into the situation of the stations themselves, or how disgusting people are, throwing any regard for those around them out of the closing door of the train car. Hey, mister, how about you blow your nose with a napkin or your sleeve instead of your hand before you grab something to hold on to as the train exits the station? Nothing better than being smashed up against some one while trying to play solitaire on your iphone one to have them breathing hot breath (I prefer cigarette breath over coffee) down the nape of your neck.

Traveling first class

Anyways, I've written this entire thing waiting on the L train in the tunnel connecting Hipsterburg to Manhattan, and it's begun to slowly move forward once again. As I patiently wait to get off the train, I can only think about the Dropkick Murphy's show tonight and be happy in the fact that soon enough I will return to my regularly schedule program of commuting by bicycle. Enjoy the train ride folks.



On a side note: I would like to thank the readers in Europe, Singapore as well as Vietnam who have continually been checking out my blog, I very much appreciate it. I'm amazed that someone around the globe has actually been reading the hot mess that I have been writing.

MTA go away, come back another day

Screen capture of my twitter feed

It's sometimes amazing to read my Twitter feed. A lot of people complain about the MTA. Sure, the MTA is terrible, they have a rising deficit, service is becoming worse and worse as the days roll by, but you yourself make the personal choice to utilize this aging transportation system.

One of the most common complaints about the MTA, besides fare increases, seems to be lateness getting to work. Everyone is late to work. How many times to do you have to ride the subway before you realize that it's a terrible experience? The worst part is, the MTA has you gripped by the balls, squeezing them for every last penny. MTA can increase the fares and give you a terrible performance and people are still going to pack the subways' heading to work, like cows' being lead to slaughter.

Spring is lurking around the corner, I know this, because Staten Island ChucK did not see his shadow this year. And so, perhaps if you are tired of the MTA's antics, then maybe it's time you look into another means of getting about. I myself ride a bicycle to work, or I walk to most places. Once you have the bike and the means to lock it up, that's it, it's yours. You don't have to pay money, it's healthier, and you'll have more money for you to waste on PBR, or what ever watered down attempt at a beer you drink. Besides, you won't be smashed up against some creepy guy with bad breath looking over your shoulder while you're playing around with your iphone.

With all of the new bikes lanes springing up, the city is much safer to ride around. Why not get out of the cattle car and into the streets with a bike and liberate yourself from the grasp of the MTA. Save the train for a rainy day.