argh

I just accidentally poured half an imp of Les Infortunes all over myself -- well, my jeans. The lesson here? Don't put on perfume when you're half asleep.

Off to transit strike trek.

A new letter is up at Descensus.

grrrrrrrrrrr

I am sick the fuck to death of people hurting my city (that's you this week, TWU Local 100).

I am sick the fuck to death of people thinking they get to talk shit about my city because it's not to their taste and crap is going on (everyone, anywhere else gloating over us godless heathens suffering).

And tourists, you shut the fuck up! I don't care if walking the ten blocks between your hotel isn't a hardship for you and you don't understand what we're so upset about. I'm walking miles a day and I have one of the easy commutes. This isn't about you, and you don't get a right to say we're complaining unreasonably, especially when you're walking 6 across and blocking the sideswalks we're pounding all day.

Also, people who say Guiliani would have never let this happen -- news for you, the mayor and the City of New York, don't have a tremendous say in the transit situation here.

Also, MTA, fuck you for being incompetant at nearly everything.

*whew*

The last of the Christmas gifts I ordered are arriving on Friday (maybe, they are being sent priority mail today from _Portland_, so maybe not). So several of you will apparently be receiving New Year's gifts from me.