really. try it. |
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is there a program or web site somewhere out there where you can submit, say, a .jpg file and have it make you an ascii imitation? |
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It took me a while to figure that out, too. |
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Jim, pray to the ASCII Gods to send you one! Give them an offering and you'll be sure to get whatever you ask for! |
in front of me, seated is this dude, in his late 20s- early 30s. you've probably heard me bitch about subway/bus etiquette right? Always give up a seat for a lady, especially the elderly (which the row of seats in the front that this guy was seated in are designated for anyway). so we approach a stop. the oldest woman in the world gets on and she has those bitchin shades on that cover your regular glasses...you know the ones that cover 1/2 your face. she gets on. i look to him, im standing right over him. he turns to look at the woman getting on. he doesnt move. i keep watching him. he still doesnt move. i finally say "a seat for the lady?" and he gets up. i see, in his hands a collapsable cane, it was previously out of view before but its evident now. yes. its the kind the blind carry. id rather take a kick in the nuts than this. "fuck" i says to myself. i ration to myself that i didnt know, and further, if he had seen her with his own eyes, he would have gotten up, so in effect i was helping him out. he's blind but not inept or unable to stand i think. when the oldest lady in the world thanked him, he clearly realized, that she was indeed the oldest lady in the world, so Im sure he was glad i helped him. or so i hoped. now he was standing right by me. i was sure he could not only hear my embarrassment, but he could probably taste and smell it as well. "blind motherfucker with your hyper-extended 4 senses." i grumble to myself. im such a dick. this annoying woman gets on. she starts talking to the driver when its obvious he would just as gladly take a left turn and 'accidentally' hit the door to the open position and have this woman slip out than listen to her ramble on and on like she is the best conversation he has ever had. she's in her late 30s. single and desperate. she has those kinds of grey streaks in her long brown hair that just tells me A)she's desperate B) lonley C) lives with 2+ cats and D) fancies herself a writer. "my co-workers say im the most out-going person in the world, i just dont know where they get that from" she says. "WHACK! Right in the kisser" i thinks to me self. Then this fat armenian guy in a mid 80s model Burlington Coat factory suit gets on. "Hey busdriver, i think there's some room between my left nutsack and the Latino bag-lady's collapsable grocery cart for this guy" I think to myself. Dick. The fat guy is cheerful in his awful suit. He looks like he sells insurance or appliances. I can't tell for sure. He starts offering advice to the annoying single lady about this and that who is still ranting the bus driver's ear off. They are now nitpicking the driver for the delay and the overcrowded bus and expressing confidence that 2 other buses on the route must have crapped out. Good. Punishment to the driver for cramming us like sardines I think. He now has a fat, chatter-mouthed, badly-dressed, salesman rattling one ear and incessant desperate woman chewing the other. Meanwhile blindman is standing in front of me. He has a snicker on his face. I wonder if he's laughing to himself at the absurdity spilling out of desperate woman's mouth. I snicker aloud myself, in hopes he hears me. He looks to me and smiles. He understands that we are both equally annoyed with this woman. This common ground me and blind man have found absolves me of my guilt from whipping his manners in place. Hollywood/Vermont. A big stop and the bus thins out. I dart for a seat next to the cutest girl on the bus. This is no accident. I finally can get back to my Hemingway book. She's impressed im reading right? She's impressed that im not breathing down her hottie neck, asking her questions or staring bluntly at her tits. right? I don't care about her but Im still glad to be sitting next to a pretty girl. Blind man finds a seat. This loud vietnamese woman across the aisle says to blindman "Vermont street stop" and blindman replies with a bit of impatience in his tone, "Yeah but im not getting off here." The blindman in a matter of two miles has been shamed by a dipshit for not giving a seat up right away to the oldest lady in the world, been subjected to the inane, selfish banter of a desperate woman in her 30s and that of a lonely salesman and is now being reminded by the annoying vietnamese woman that this is not his stop. I see another round of latino and armenian bag ladies boarding, so i ditch my seat next to the hottest girl on the bus to sit in back, with gringos. no. really. on the route, no girl dare go beyond the 4th row. its all gringos in the back. some asleep, some with walkmans. but its rough man. rough bus route. i miss my old route that was filled with ditching high school kids, driven by hippy mike. |
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thanks. |
Gringo = white guy (used like "honky") Cholo = Latino hard-ass |
i know the meanings. really. i did. but thank you anyway. there was a mix of people in the back of the bus. armenian, whiteys, latinos and more. it was the first term that came to mind during my writing fart. it suited me not so much because of its definition but because of its phoenics. when i write (i.e. not when you write) its not just about the meanings when it comes to word usage. "the oldest lady in the world" she wasnt really the oldest lady in the world, but she was to me, at that time. i wrote "me self" a couple of times intentionally. though it should myself. do i care? no. my writing reflects my personal jive. ok? try not to be too anal or literal about it. i wasnt. |
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http://syrup.org/ thanks.html |
"gringos" to patrick. kinda like everyone's "brother" to winos. patrick, are you in the brown phase yet? |
last month, my brown phase came first. Is that okay? |
i have no idea wtf you're speaking of dave. this is more gentle on my sensibilities this morning for all its oddity |
thanks. that's me doing yoga on top of a pillbox at the peak of lanikai ridge in kailua, on oahu. i don't mean this to sound conceited, but i love that photo- it makes me happy/smile, and it makes me feel good about myself. it's not really because of how i look or what i can do, but it's about *where* i'm doing it - the ocean and the sky and the clouds. |
i think it's fine that the brown phase comes first once in a while. but maybe ask your doctor next time you see her/him? btw, your cookie recipe was helpful, thanks. good idea. |
unlike the yak of a computer services person in the cube next to me jawing on some McDonalds breakfast. I wanna punch him. |
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i don't wanna think about these things. |
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I rode a grayhound once, that was enough for me, between the crazy farm boys missing teeth and spitting into bottles, and the lazy eyed old woman sitting behind me.... I don't need it, and jesus man, I'm gonna have to stick with everyone else on this one, GRINGOS ARE WHITE FOLK. Shit you might as well have said: "on the route, no girl dare go beyond the 4th row. its all crackers in the back." |
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what he should have said is los chicos mal. |
thanks Hal. |
um, thanks hal. aaaaanyway I've never ridden a Greyhound before, but I wonder if there isnt a difference. The city bus can be grimey at times, but I kinda like it. Just like we should all go to bars that are a little scary sometimes, we should ride a city bus from time to time. Bourgousie & security can be so god damn boring. |
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They are filming When Harry Met Lloyd: Dumb and Dumberer on the street I sometimes take to get to school. Why do so many production people wear camouflage? |
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id say if you share this information, you might as well go ahead and post an ass shot.....really. |
Believe me, you have no idea how lucky you are that all you have to do is hear about mess that we women have to put up with every month...especially when it gets blobby and doesn't all fit in the tampon. |
i've been with a woman for nearly a decade. i have enough 'sympathy experience' to go round. save these sentiments for sem. |
And that is all I will be posting about my period ever again, unless it is in the context of sharing gynecological advice with the other women here. |
yeah. its kinda like that. |
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Heed our warning. |
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underwear?? bah. |
(in crusty old man voice) but where I'm from, it wasn't if you were wearing it, it was how many pairs it took to keep your bulbs from freezing solid! eeehnnn!!! youngsters with their new and uncomfortable ways! Jesus wept! |
Please submit a photo, so we can better visualize this odd phenonoma. |
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alex, meet piece of shit. piece of shit, this is alex. i'll leave you two alone. |
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"I think I'll call the sun "the moon," then. It just sounds better." |
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