A Defining Moment

Today I had an experience that really defined the experience of living in New York City. I was on the E Train riding into Manhattan. As I looked down the train, I saw a man to my left who was screaming at anyone who made the mistake of making eye contact (read: me and some tourists) to ask for a quarter. Sitting directly across from him to my right, there was a woman with unusually large, trendy sunglasses and a portable DVD player, busily banging on the remote, trying desperately to get it to work.

The lesson is, everyone has their own unique problems. And mine largely consist of learning not to make eye contact with people who will shout at me.
-TC

Consultants

Apparently, my company just had some consultants watch our show to get feedback, and they hated EVERYTHING. More to the point, they paid $10,000 for that opinion. I could have told them that for ten grand. Hell, I would have told them that for fifty bucks and a sandwich.
-TC

Quote of the Day

"This carpet smells like pie."

In my defense, it did. It's been a long, long day.
-TC

Son of Jollibee

For those of you who follow the goings on of my life, I wanted to give an update on the Jollibee situation. Okay, really, I'm just bored and thought the act of typing might keep my mind occupied for a few minutes.

My friend and I recently decided to to give the food a shot. Considering that their menu includes such delightful desserts as creamed corn in shaved ice topped with corn flakes, how could we not? Unfortunately, after spending the better part of two hours in line, I was disappointed to discover that none of the shockingly disgusting things I'd discovered online were available at this particular restaurant. All we were left with was a mediocre interpretation of "American" food. This was quite the disappointment, as I could get a mediocre interpretation of American food by wandering into any of the eight thousand McDonald's in this city. Furthermore, I discovered that apparently when they say "American Style," what they mean is "drenched in mayonaise."

There was one unusually ghetto item on the menu, but it didn't pique my curiosity quite enough to merit exploration. They serve spaghetti at Jollibee, but with the wry twist of throwing hot dogs in the sauce.

But I thought it was odd that it was taking us so long to get our food, as the line wasn't really all that long, it just wasn't moving. Upon finally arriving at the cash register, I looked at what everyone else was ordering, and I discovered that the reason the line moved so slowly is that everyone in it but us was ordering a hundred dollars worth of fried chicken to take back to their Filipino families. To their credit, the fried chicken was alright, and not smothered in mayonaise.
-TC

The Most Annoying Sound

The latest front runner on my ever expanding list of things that are irritating to hear on a subway platform is a man playing the tuba. Unless you're John Phillip Sousa, you have no reason to go around subjecting people to the sound of the tuba, much less in what essentially constitutes a large echo chamber.

But while I'm on the subject of things I've seen in the subway, I must admit I was thoroughly amused by the image of cookie monster and a skunk playing the xylophone for money. If anyone knows cookie monster, tell him that the creepy guy on the internet is a big fan.
-TC