Bad updater; no biscuit!!

I’ve been a bad updater lately, though in my defense there’s not much to report; due to various errands and dentist appointments last week I only ended up taking the bus twice. Still, it’s worth mentioning the hell that is the commuter 720 bus, which I took to Brentwood the other weekend. Literally a wall of people rushes the bus and crams inside; the bus driver then announces he is closing the doors, so you either brace yourself, take a deep breath and squeeze in at the last second or get the door shut in your face. You’ve gotta stand the whole way, getting thrown about, and I have found I much prefer the local buses, even though they stop every other block. Much more comfortable to sit, read, and forget the world for awhile.

I know the Metro Rapid’s appeal is that it doesn’t make very many stops, but for my purposes it doesn’t stop where I need it to anyway, and the crowd is rather depressing. I won’t be taking it again if I can help it.

I’m trying to decide if there’s a better route for me to use to work; possibly Olympic the whole way, with a longer walk at the beginning and end? I do like the Westwood transfer though; there’s a lot I can get done on the way.

And you are…? My first tranny sightings

On Friday I had not one but two tranny sightings: one on the ride going to work and one on the ride coming back. The latter was an obese, possibly homeless, blanket-clad man with orange hair and a large cherry tattoo ON HIS FACE. He liked to comment on the goings-on (some of them only in his head). He was convinced that the Metro Rapid had been involved in either an accident or a medical trauma at Fairfax and Wilshire, and wouldn’t let up until the bus driver and another homeless person he seemed to know agreed with him. I do think there might have been a firetruck up there so maybe he was on to something.

Also, they were playing the radio on my commute home; mostly ’80s cheese like Taylor Dane (?), which I did not like. I don’t object to the genre, but it was difficult to concentrate on my reading. I can generally block out the stop announcements and Transit TV, but the radio is difficult to ignore and I don’t want to have to deal with it.

This weekend I’m set to try, for the first time, the Dash up to Fairfax combined with the 720 Rapid to get to Brentwood for brunch. Then it’s off to the library where I have three books waiting for me.