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Thursday, 08-31-00
<morning> Oh, forgive me, dear reader(s). I suck and have been intensely busy and crazed and haven't had batteries for my camera, excuse after excuse. The kommute will probably be a little less lengthy, there may be significant gaps, but only until say, the end of September. I will still update the kommute as often as possible, though. Feel the love! So, like I said, work has been really nutty. Today is payday and that's a good thing. Yesterday, I came in to find a bunch of company-branded yuppie-whore SWAG sitting on my desk. Actually it's all pretty decent stuff, a really swanky courier bag, a geeky commuter mug and a rearview mirror for my monitor. Now I can see my manager and my director by just looking up at the corner of my screen. Nerdy! Handy! Anyhow, I may be a corporate tool, but I immediately started using the new branded stuff. Everyone who is going to Burning Man has left already, leaving San Francisco a virtual ghost town. Boo hoo. Nothing really interesting happened on the kommute this morning. I decided to start noting the numbers of the buses I ride on. Today: 1173. I just find myself wondering, "Have I been on this bus before? How many buses are there? Do the same buses stick to the same route?" These and other (less-than-)fascinating questions occupy my tiny brain! I went in to the cafe and asked for a large coffee, but then I whipped out my yuppie scum commuter mug and asked if I could use that instead of a paper cup (on account of I'm such a hippy, save the trees, man) and Christian started using this bizarre french accent, saying "No, no you may not use zee cup, Ah forbeed eet" and I chimed in "Ah, please may ah use my leetle mog? Oh please" and he said "No!" and I used it anyhow. It was funny. Trust me. So, Muni wasn't too crowded or anything, and my commuter mug drew only a little attention. The whole HAMSTOP experience is entirely different when I don't have my camera. I just sat there reading my book. Yawn! Boring! I need to get more involved in my kommute. I have new software to play with, lucky me! Today's kickass link: Braindead Monkeys: Moist and Meaty

Tuesday, 08-29-00
<morning> I spent a long time playing Diablo II (i'm up to Act III) this morning, and a while playing with my absent housemate's kitty. I'm in a pretty good mood. I chugged a Red Bull while I was getting ready, maybe that's it, huh. Liquid crack! Yeehaw! It totally could rain, I mean, it looks like it might as well just go ahead and rain, damnit. It's been cloudy and grey, and I like that. There were these two very loud women on muni, well, they were teenagers, really. One of them was pregnant, hollering about wanting to get to the hospital before she went in to labor, yelling at the bus driver to hurry up. Before the bus stopped, we were stuck at a light, and they came and sat behind me, near the door, yelling and whooping and laughing. One of them tapped me on the shoulder and asked me what color my hair is - Strange question, I mean, isn't the color pretty much apparent? Oddly enough, I get this question more often than any other about my hair. Well, or it's about 50/50 between that and "How did you get your hair that color?" - and I said "Fuchsia" and they said "I like it, that's pretty." and then they left, hollering "No driving Muni bastard!!!" and laughing. There's this guy I totally want to talk to, I see him a lot on my commute. He seems really cool. He was listening to music with this totally beatific smile on his face as he gazed off in to space and he just sort of looked pleasant, like someone I would enjoy talking to. But of course i'd never just go up and talk to him, or whatever. Too shy, too considerate. Pff.

Monday, 08-28-00
<morning> I'm wearing orange today. Orange. I swear! It's kind of weird. As I walked out of my flat, this guy waiting at the bus stop said "Good Morning!", and I said "uhh... Morning." and he said "Love that hair!" and then he tipped his hat. Whoa! Throwback! w00t!@ I got my coffee as usual, and as I was filling my paper cup with Sumatra, I noticed that one of the girls behind the counter had a major shiner. It was all gory and a sick mixture of yellow and purple and red. I wonder what happened, and I even considered asking about it, but I realized it's none of my beeswax, so I left it at that. Muni was really crowded, but I was rather proud of myself for handling the crowd with aplomb and not spilling a drop of my coffee. PRECIOUS FLUID. HAMSTOP was boring. I took a few photos and wished i'd remembered to bring along my book. The sun was shining and it was actually kind of muggyhot, but as the bus cruised down Geary, the fog and grey and ick took over. There's this kind of intriguing character I sometimes see around my office, she wears a velvet cape all the time and is kind of nerdishly gothic, or gothishly nerdic, whatever. Anyhow, she got off at my stop, and asked me when the bus left from the opposite direction, so I told her, and we struck up a conversation about work. She works just across the parking lot from me, and she's a programmer of some kind. It's really the first time I've had any sort of conversation with anyone outside of my company who works in the vicinity. It's still pretty muggy and foggy here in Sausalito. I found myself really looking forward to Autumn and Winter, I wish it would rain.

Friday, 08-25-00
<morning> I got a reasonable amount of sleep last night, so the world looks a lot better to me today. Also, the heinousness of the work situation has mellowed considerably. Not completely, but just enough. I can deal with things as they are for now. So, I got ready fairly quickly and played Diablo II for a bit. I went to the cafe and got a large coffee and the guy who took my order said something jovial and friendly, but he said it so quietly that I couldn't hear him, so I just smiled and laughed. The people at the cafe are all pretty nice to interact with in the morning. When I left, I managed to just catch Muni, and I sat next to this sort of gothy, dorky couple. The woman had overdyed burgundy hair and a nosering, and was probably pretty cool by the standards of whatever small town she grew up in. The guy had long, overdyed black hair, and had kind of a Dungeons and Dragons gothy nerdiness going on. They were holding each others hands in this really intense, desperate fashion. They were talking about all these little things, talking about which bus stop to get off at, and sharing some Ricola lozenges. I was fascinated by how mundane they were, and I really wanted to take their photo, but they were sort of facing me, and were also acutely aware of me. They got off at HAMSTOP and stood at the corner embracing and kissing, and I thought to photograph them then, but once I had my camera out, they took off down Geary together. I settled down with my coffee and my Master and Margarita, and the guy walked back past me a couple of minutes later. Curious! The bridge was thoroughly blanketed in thick fog, but Sausalito is glimmering with sunshine. Today i've decided that Sausalito means "Little Sausage". Now you know! No coda.

Thursday, 08-24-00
<morning> I was out sick on Monday, and everything at work has been kind of tense and weird since then, so the kommute has suffered greatly. All i'm going to give you today is a pile of images since I bought new batteries for my camera, but I have to level with you, my spirit is not in the kommute. I've been reading The Master and Margarita by Bulgakov instead of paying attention to the goings on of those around me. It's interesting. I got about 3 and a half hours of sleep last night, thanks to my great capacity for insomnia and anxiety. Joy joy!

Friday, 08-18-00
<morning> Another sunny day, yip yip. I've gotten smart, i'm not wearing my leather jacket everyday, regardless of the weather anymore. I got up when my alarm told me to do so, but then I went and set the alarm for another 40 minutes sleep. I got to feeling all guilty and bad, though, and got up after about 20. I have these monumental struggles each and every morning. Buh! So, yesterday, for hours and hours, there was no Milkycat. There was no kommute. The server was down or something. I could hear you gasping and sighing from here! But today everything appears to be working. I went to the cafe to get my morning coffee, it was surprisingly crowded with quasi-hipsters and I was somehow at the front of the line when a UPS guy walked towards me, so I backed up, thinking he wanted to get past, when he said "I have a package for you." and the weird thing is that HE DID. A big package! woo! It was sort of bizarre and stuff. So I took the package and signed for it, fixed up my coffee (peruvian organic again) and headed back in to my flat to grub through the loot. I got clothes and goofy stuff to use at burning man, if I make it to burning man... Anyone want to give me a ride? Anyone? So, the rest of my commute was alright. Some bus-nerds got on in Sausalito and started discussing the various merits of the "1400's", referring to the, i guess, model number of the bus, which was like, 1408 or something. They were saying that they removed a row of seats, so there was a lot more room in the back. And then this amateur bus-nerd sitting near me turned around anxiously, all excited to chime in "Yes! Yes! A-a-and on this one, the armrests can be raised! Yes!" It was pretty weird. They were all older guys with big beards. Funny funny!

Thursday, 08-17-00
<morning> I watched a little of Rear Window this morning as I got dressed. That is such a great movie! I had to return a video, drop a letter in the mail and get my coffee before I could embark upon my wondrous journey today. The folks who work at the cafe still think I will order my "usual", the doublenonfatlatte, but I haven't ordered my "usual" for over a month, or something! Get with the program, people! I'm all flustered and discombobulated by my backpack. I've gotten used to my other bag, but the strap is all broken, rendering it useless. So I had to make do with my awkward, enormous backpack. Pfff. I'm going to do something about the bag issue soon. I am so irresponsible, I never deal with stuff. I did buy some batteries yesterday, though, and I took thick, meaty gobbets of photos. Big swarthy mounds of photos. For you. The kommute itself was kind of average. I got a nice window seat, and I sat across from someone mildly intriguing. I gleaned no details about him, though. I didn't try very hard or anything. It's a beautiful summery sunshiney day and everything is marvy. Oh, one weird thing is that those "Have you seen me" posters of Jerusha Briley are still up along Geary. Creepy. Apparently her official cause of death is asphyxiation. Yuck. Here's them pictures!

Wednesday, 08-16-00
<morning> Ugh. Not feeling at all well, I came in late. Later than my usual lateness, I mean. I am even drinking chamomile tea rather than my usual swamp coffee. It's a beautiful sunshiney day, and I was feeling too low and lazy to buy batteries for my digital camera (damnit, duracell should sponsor my kommute with heaps of free ultra batteries!) so, there won't be any photos to accompany the kommute today. Sorry for that. I went to the cafe with mine hausmate and yes, I got my coffee. It was probably really the worst possible thing for me, but it makes me hyper so I can get motivated. I should probably just go home since I'm feeling so crappy. Oh, work work work. I really don't know if I'm going to be able to work through today. I wound up talking to the plastic surgery woman at HAMSTOP, at length. She works with people with skin disorders up in Mill Valley. I told her everything she didn't know she needed to know about Burning Man... Sometimes I end up talking to someone and I talk their freakin' ear off. I'm bad. She didn't talk to me during the bus ride, though. So, in the news: that missing woman's body was found, and then her boyfriend, tailed by police as a possible suspect, jumped off the bay bridge. There is some real bad craziness out there. My hausmate, in deference to the stricken Russian Sub, rented Das Boot last night. Sheesh! Everything in the news is k-razy. Guess what I'm doing now, at my job. Come on, Guess! I'm art directing. WAAAA? Pretty cool. Actually, I should get on that, post haste. I promise to get some batteries today.

Tuesday, 08-15-00
<morning> I left a little bit late today, took the 10 o'clock bus but I still managed to get in to work before my manager. Ha-Ha! Only about 20 minutes though, not a great victory or anything. I was a little slow and befuddled while I got my coffee (a mix of organic Peruvian and hazelnut flavored coffees) and a bus passed while I was dealing with the vagaries of cream and sugar and lids. There was a pair of city public works guys fussing with a big mechanical thing in front of MEATSTOP, and there was this cool diagram on the truck so I whipped out my camera and took a photo of it, and one of the guys got kind of aggressive, and I thought I might be in trouble, he was yelling "Now WHAT do you think you're doing, taking a picture of our truck?!" and I explained that I liked the graphics in the diagram and he asked to take a picture of me, and started plying me with questions about my hair, so his "dog", or his public works partner guy, could take notes, since he wanted to dye his hair red. He was Irish and strapping and all that. We talked for kind of a long while, about work and things, and he said "Well, you've got a good personality so they won't mind you coming in late." It was this sort of random, pleasant interaction which left me smiling faintly at everyone on the bus, which was different. I've decided that I'm going to Burning Man, and that has me all excited. It's a sunny sunny day, and it's probably going to be sunny and hot for the rest of the week. I read a little of the business section of the newspaper, I found it floating around at HAMSTOP. Go read this!

Monday, 08-14-00
<morning> Freshly dyed hair today... I've been getting lots of comments. I had a sleepy sleepy weekend. It wasn't a bad weekend, or anything. Everyone's talking about that woman who disappeared over the weekend. There are posters up everywhere, and people spend a lot of time looking at them. Creepy stuff. I was sort of sleepwalking through my commute this morning. I'm still kind of exhausted now, as well. I have such a headache, it's lingering even after I've taken all kinds of pills for it. Damn damn. It's a beautiful day, though, really clear and sunny. Feh. I listened in to a conversation between two women sitting in front of me, they were discussing all kinds of terrible injuries and accidents, sort of trying to top each other with tales of agony. I have little else to add, but here's a doofy article about bus-stop graffiti.

Friday, 08-11-00
<morning> I didn't have breakfast today either, but I did drink a big Protein Juice thing. And I ate a handful of Good N' Plenty. Nutrition! I went in to the cafe and ordered up my usual large coffee and the girl behind the counter said "You know, you have a twin in New Orleans." and I said "Whoa, creepy! Weird!" and blushed and stammered a little, but I think it may have come off as annoyance, for which I now feel kind of bad. She seemed a little miffed and she said "Well it's not a bad thing, really!" and I said "Heh - A lot of people say that I remind them of someone they know, their cousin or best friend back home, or whatever." She just sort of nodded and went back to her work. I thought of a better response after I left, of course. "Well I'll keep that in mind, in case I need a kidney or something!" haw-haw. Glad I didn't think of that in time. Wow I got free grapes and a donut. Now I am not missing breakfast. It's a really sunshiny day today, everywhere except around the Golden Gate bridge. The fog was insane! It was weird! Weeeeird! Thus, today there will be no bridge photo. No coda for you! One of the hipstergeeks was on the bus, sitting in front of me. Tattoogirl got on just after I did, and sat across from him, and they started talking. I guess they work together or something, but not closely. She mentioned that it was her last week, and that she was starting a new job in the city, and he seemed surprised and possibly a little hurt, and they didn't talk for the rest of the ride. It's weird seeing these little slivers of interaction and trying to piece together the details. Kind of fun. I sat in the sun a while at HAMSTOP, doodling in my sketchbook and sipping at my coffee. It was pleasant.

Thursday, 08-10-00
<morning> Whoops, I forgot breakfast! Damnit! My boss just told me I smell nice, though. Must mean that my perfume is too strong. I just went out to the Roach Coach to get a breakfast. It took a while, but I feel a lot better now. It took me a lot of effort to wake up, but once I did, it wasn't too bad. I have been spending a while every morning obsessively playing Diablo 2. I could probably be in to work a full hour earlier while still waking up at the same time, but I neeeds my devil worship! Hey it's either video games or smack, so I figure heck, go for the lesser of two evils. Speaking of evil, there's this guy I see all the time on Muni. He's dressed impeccably, wears expensive sunglasses and cologne, and his facial hair is really fastidiously neat and tidy. Anyhow, the overall effect is one which makes me think of the devil. Sometimes when I sit behind someone, I wind up looking at their hair, or their neck, and sometimes I feel like just sort of reaching up and poking them. I never do, but some people have this totally pokeable nature. Then I wonder if I have a pokeable nature, and I wonder what people think of when they're confronted by the back of my head. At HAMSTOP, some kind soul with a fat marker wrote some graffiti poetry. I had a good 15 minute wait there, so I pulled out my new sketch book and tried to figure out what the hexadecimal code for the color of my ink would be, and while I was lost in thought, I almost missed the bus. There was a big traffic snarl caused by tons of people going to Firestone because of the tire recall. I spent a while writing in my book, thinking about the test-marketing and process which went in to someone developing Successories, which led to me wondering how far out I am on the bell curve of detached irony. Probably way the hell over on one side.

Wednesday, 08-09-00
<morning> I had all these tiny little traumas this morning, not being able to find my wallet, finding my wallet, putting on my glasses and discovering that one of the screws had fallen out, scrambling around looking for my glasses repair kit thing, finding it, fixing glasses, etc. I got my coffee and that helped with all the stumbling around. Muni showed up at the very last possible moment for me to not miss the second bus. As we pulled up towards HAMSTOP, the bus was there, pulling away, gasp shriek. I got really pro-active and started shoving my way past the elderlies in my way, oof oof, and I got to do that thing where you run alongside the bus yelling "WHOA WHOA WHOA" and smacking it. There was a guy who was on the same bus, and he hooted and we were triumphant and I was a big freakin' hero. We were like, *this close* to high-fiving each other. That was kind of cool, though. It's a nice day, pretty warm. The bus was actually quite crowded, and so I had to sit on one of the stupid sideways-facing handicapable seats. At the toll plaza, a woman got off and so I got a window seat just in time for my daily bridge photo, which has been identified as the coda of my kommute. Yeah well, that and my bitching and moaning, eh? eh? I finally managed to get a photo of this one guy who is constantly on my kommute, and he works in my building. He's euro-something. Very geeky, also. I keep wanting to strike up a conversation with people I see a lot, but I know that it would just interfere with my fun. The photos today are kind of mundane, but you get what you pay for!

Tuesday, 08-08-00
<morning> I don't have much time to write, it's moving day! I will soon have an office with *natural light* and *windows* and *space*, but I am concerned that this may interfere with my kommutal duties. I came in to work late today, I had an appointment in the city. I was happily snapping photos and reading comics and being all distracted and spaced out. The other passengers were pretty boring today. I've been so busy since coming in to the office that I've forgotten most of the morning. When we were approaching the bridge, there was a big traffic back up, and the flashing "CAUTION/ACCIDENT" sign was on. A little ways past the toll plaza, there was a big crowd gathered, and cops and everything, so I got my camera at the ready, only to be totally shocked by the sight of someone laying on their back, covered by a tarp and a lot of blood. They were obviously in a lot of pain, and had some kind of really hideous head trauma. There was a lot of blood. I felt weird after seeing that and knowing that I would post the photo on the kommute, but I'll do it anyhow. My moral compass always points to "eh, whatever!" My new office is way too bright! My eyes, they burn!!!

Monday, 08-07-00
<morning> It was raining when I got up this morning, late, but who's counting, right? It wasn't really raining, it was more like bitter cold and drizzly, also grey and icky. Um! I woke up late and proceeded to lame out and got out the door pretty late. A couple of my shelves just kind of randomly decided to fall, spilling books and CDs all over the place at about 3:00 am last night. It was traumatic enough that I wasn't able to get back to sleep until like, 5:something. And then I kept waking up. Lame! So, i'm kind of exhausted and loopy today. Not much can be done about that! I got a big coffee, and stood in the drizzle a while wondering if I should go back inside to get my umbrella. I decided against it. on Muni, I sat behind a woman who wore extraordinarily pungent perfume and an old man who had an amazing amount of hair growing out of his ears. That was fun to gaze upon. The wait at HAMSTOP was cold, but I had comics to read, so I wasn't too bored. The Sausalitobus was nearly empty when I got on, just me, the driver, and this weird girl who was intently removing her nailpolish. She didn't speak much english, and she didn't know where to get off the bus, and everyone was suggesting names of streets to her, and she looked so confused and frustrated that she ended up calling someone on her cellphone and asking them to tell the driver where to let her off. It was kind of amusing. When we wound our way down into Sausalito, the weather was completely different, sunny, cloudless, warm. I saw a harbor seal putzing around near the shore, and a big hawk hovering above. There was this guy standing with his arms outstretched next to his really expensive SUV, gazing up at the hawk. He was probably having some kind of yuppie-style vision quest or something. ooooh.

Friday, 08-04-00
<morning> Okay... It's Friday. There's something. I got out the door a little bit late to catch the 9:30 bus, but only a very little bit, so I wound up eating my scone and reading my comic book as I finished off my coffee at HAMSTOP. Waiting at that fugly, opressive bus stop for a full 30 minutes is a really discouraging way to start the day, let me tell you. Luckily, I had my new ACME Novelty Library to keep me occupied. The trouble with reading comic books is that I read them and wind up craving more comics. I mean, that's not really "trouble", but it's a drag because there is a poor signal to noise ratio in the comic market. The really good comics take forever to come out because they're done by individual artists rather than groups. I sort of decided not to take photos today, but I did anyhow. I've got a bunch of work to do, so I'll keep this short... The super-futuristic, fashion-forward hipster girl I see on the bus all the time has once again changed her haircolor. This time she's gone from the fiery bright red to a more muted auburn tone. Kind of a "normal" color. I'll soon follow. HA! As if. I can't get my weirdo dreams out of my head. I probably won't be able to shake them all day.

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Thursday, 08-03-00
<morning> I thought yesterday was Tuesday, for some stupid reason. But, ok, I fixed it. Glee! I woke up normally today, to some really awful country music on KUSF. I struggled to keep my eyes open, forcing myself to listen to the awfulness. I clawed blindly at the alarm for a while before I managed to turn it off, like some kind of comedian. LAUGH IT UP. LAUGH AT MY MISERY. I was mostly dressed when the doorbell rang, and it was UPS, with a huge order of comic books for ME from Fantagraphics. I got a bunch of Acme comics by Chris Ware, the new Weasel. Sadly, they were all out of this heaping book of one of my favoreet recent discoveries, MAAKIES. I need my Drinky Crow! Damnit! Ah well. I guess I shall have to seek elsewhere for my drinky crow. I saw someone I know at the cafe this morning, which was cool. I had this brief concern that i'd missed the bus, and would have to sit at HAMSTOP for an extra half hour, but I was sort of prepared, what with all my new comic books. I was only at HAMSTOP for a few minutes. Long enough to chug the remains of my coffee. The bus was fairly empty most of the way down Geary, but then this huge gang of adorable little fieldtrippers got on. I wound up with a really meek little chinese girl sitting next to me, looking at my comic book. The whole group was actually really well-behaved, freakishly so. They all wore orange bandana thingies, and they all got off just before my stop, probably to go to the Bay Model. As I was getting off the bus, the cool purply plastic strap for my courier bag broke! wah! For a change, it's sunny in the city, cloudy and cool in Sausalito.

Wednesday, 08-02-00
<morning> What is the problem with me and setting my stupid alarm? I mean, it isn't a very complicated or difficult thing to do, what is the deal?! I get stupid when i'm sleepy, I guess. I completely freaked out when I woke up at 9am, 2 hours later than I thought I would be getting up. All my fault, of course. Set the alarm for 7pm, instead of 7am. Stupid! So I managed to get out the door just after 10. Work has been really busy and stressful, putting a strain on my powers for kommute-updating. It's a hot hot sunshiney summer yuck day, and I have a terrible headache. There wasn't enough time to pick up a coffee at the beanbag, so I went and hopped on the bus without my usual jolt of caffeine. Sigh. The weird mom and her 3 kids, the woman who called her baby "Porker" was on muni again, and they were, once again, extremely entertaining. Her son had a handful of broken glass chunks from a bus shelter or something, and she was hollering "Ok give me that, give it, Give It! I'm gonna count to 3! One... Two... Gimme that." and she snatched the beautiful thick squares of safety glass from his hand, holding them in her scary manicured talons, telling him how dangerous glass is. He kept a few pieces and she snatched them away as well. Her older daughter thought this was amusing, and when the little boy said that he didn't have any more, she said "He's a liar, mom, check his pockets" and she spun around and said "EX-CUUUSE ME?! I think I am the adult here!" and the little girl shrank back a little, but not much. It's obvious that she was saying that mostly out of desperation, or to reassure herself. While I was reading the Guardian at HAMSTOP, every time I looked up, some chucklehead or another was totally staring at me. What's up with that? Ok enough of this nonsense. I got work to do. Pictures!

Tuesday, 08-01-00
<morning> I had an appointment at 10:30, not too far from my house, so I wound up coming in to work late, just in time for a big free lunch with my cow orkers. Tasty! Not a very productive beginning to the day, however. It's nearly 4pm and I totally don't feel like i'm up to speed yet. Damnit damnit. So, I always feel a little weird when I alter the usual course of my kommute. I feel like I've forgotten something, it makes me a little jumpy. Lunch was really good, though. So, for a change, today it's sunny and gorgeous in San Francisco, but cloudy and weird here in Sausalito. What the hell? I didn't have any coffee or any caffeine whatsoever this morning. That was kind of different. I got to HAMSTOP at the exact moment the bus was pulling up, a nice stroke of luck since I thought i'd have to wait another 30 minutes. HAMSTOP is one of the least pleasant bus stops i've ever spent time at. The bus was fairly empty, and so I got a nice window seat. A big group of tourists, I think they were all in one big family, got on just past the bridge, there were a whole lot of them. They all sat pretty close to me and I was listening in on their weird observations. Not that listening in on them took any special effort, I was pretty impressed with how loud and kind of naïve they were. I almost wanted to point things out to them, or comment, but it occurred to me that tourists like them generally don't interact with the locals, especially weirdo local types like me, we are about as significant as the scenery... So I kept to myself. Pictures!

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