Thanksgiving, a shot of love, and The FUCKING G Train. . .

^"Atlas" by Battles

Happy Posthumous Turkey Day!

I can't stand "A shot of Love" on MTV. Blah Blah Blah Slut, Blah Blah Blah Meathead, Blah Blah Blah Whore, Blah Blah Blah Sellout. I'm guess I'm just pissed that I'd never get on a show like that. I like free booze and sex in hot tubs.

Anyway, so I've been working on this short film called "Death Rides The G Train". . . and since wrapping, I've had nothing but trouble with the fucking G Train.

Last night, I left NYFA in Union Square around 12:45am. . . I hopped the L right away (it was pulling into the station as I came down the steps), and I rode it to Lorimer St., made the transfer to Metropolitan Ave, and was stopped by a pushy little worm of a guy in an MTA Vest. (Italics for Moron)

"Sir, There's No Trains Running"
"EXCUSE ME?!?!"
"Well, sir, they're only running on one track. . ."
"So they're running?" (Both directions on one track, which sucks, but happens)
"Yes. But we also have SHUTTLE BUSES!!!" (Cue Triumphant Trumpets!)
"Uh, I think I think I'll take the train. . ."
"You Should Take The Bus."
"Well, if you insist. . ."
"TAKE THE BUS!"
". . . How often do they run?"
"The buses run every 15 minutes, and the trains. . . every 40?"
"Ok?"
"Just take the bus you would normally take!"



I don't normally take buses. I try to ride underground as much as possible. It's warm, and it cheap, and fast. Often it's pretty fucking convenient. I try not to spend too much time on the surface world: The daystar often burns my flesh, and cyborgs roam the streets. . .

Anyway, against my better judgement, and in a state of TOTAL confusion, I step onto the mean streets of Brooklyn. I think this is a good place to take a break.


^French Pop is Impossible.

Right. So there I am, Breathing all that beautiful air, ready to be attacked by vampires, et al. . . .and I wait for 20 minutes. . .

and there's a couple of us hanging around (all not sure if we're even in the right spot to be picked up. . .) and I see it in the distance. . . Yonder, it is a bus!

AND IT'S COMING TOWARD US!

AND IT SAYS COURT SQUARE BOUND! I'm supposed to be going toward Court Square! W00T!

So it stops (!), and I get on, with Metrocard in hand (!) and the bus driver hold his hand over the card reader fare thing, so apparently the ride is FREE! Yay!


You get what you pay for. I'm riding the bus, waiting for something to look familiar, and nothing does, all the way up to the last stop, when the bus driver kicked 3 of us off the bus.

So. . . long story short, I walked to the subway station (AT LAST! The sweet, subterranean womb of New York!), took the F train to God knows where, and then took the L train FROM FUCKING UNION SQUARE, BACK to Lorimer, then made the transfer to Metropolitan Ave, then waited through 3 of the wrong trains for an hour and half, caught the Court St. Bound G train.

I got home at 4 am.

What else did I do last night? Crispin Glover's "It's Fine! Everything is Fine!" which was quite an experience. Definitely worth checking out. And his slideshow was epic win. Check him out at www.crispinglover.com



^Here's an example.


OH! And thank you to everyone at the AR house for throwing the "Welcome Back Mike" Party at Silent Cal's, and thanks to everyone who came and hung out! I'll see you all soon.

~Mike

ps. Go see Bergman Movies, but not "Monika". She's whiny.