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draxar and guido_was_taken, 
You are an Eshu!! EXOTIC is the word to describe
you. You have a natural flair for travelling,
and the tales you weave have no equal. But you
also have a problem with restlessness. Never
contented to be in one place for long, you are
always up and about doing one thing or another.
Learn to relax and stick around in one place
for awhile. You just might be glad you did.
Which Changeling Kith Best Fits You?
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Well ... yeah. Right.
Then again, today, travel is a problem. Or was a problem, at least. Bastard TfL. Signal failure at Finchley Central. Stood on the platform for three-quarters of an hour as they told us that they thought they'd have it back up and running in 15-20 minutes but we ought to take an alternate route if possible. The first 15-20 minutes, I figured, "Well, this is my only shot at still being on time for work and I won't be able to get on a bus anyway", so I waited. The next 20 minutes or so, I figured, "Well, this is my only shot at not being abysmally late for work". At which point they said, "Well, we're now finding that this could take a few hours now." At which point I swore a lot and decided to take an alternate route. I got followed by a woman with a heavy accent who was trying to get to Tottenham Court Road and only knew that one route so thought she'd stick with me because I obviously knew what I was doing. Originally I was going to take the 125 to Southgate and take the Piccadilly Line down, but a 143 turned up first so I got on that (with nice foreign lady in tow) and took it down to Archway, losing my tagalong at East Finchley. Eventually I got on the Northern Line to Tottenham Court Road, looked at the clock ... 10:53. SHIT. Got into work at 11. Whoo.
Where the hell does the money we give TfL go, anyway? They've raised the fares three times this year, each time above standard inflation, and it's only going to get worse. I wound up having a chat with the nice foreign lady and some guy carrying a copy of The Mirror (apparently his taste is all in his mouth, or at least his clothes, because he was wearing a very nice suit). We quietly bitched about the fact that the train arrivals board was never accurate and the rise in transport fees and the fact that the last guy who resigned from a high-up position in the TfL awarded himself a £6 million bonus, not to mention the fact that the buses, while trying to respond to the problem, make matters worse by not going their allotted route and instead dumping their entire complement of passengers to go back to where they started from and pick up more passengers, propagating the bottleneck. TfL is insane. But of course, if we paid them according to performance, they'd go on strike and we'd all be screwed. Then again, at least we would know we were screwed and be able to make allowances. Now blind hope keeps us going.
In other news, I happened to catch yesterday's Metro headlines while grabbing a bagel between Archway and the tube trek from hell. Apparently something like a third of Britons believe that women who 'act flirtatiously' and 'dress provocatively' (whatever that means) are partly to blame when they're raped. Acting flirtatiously? That's a subjective thing; what some people consider flirting, others perceive as merely being friendly. Dressing provocatively? People dress for themselves, you know. Should a woman really be considered to be 'asking for' rape? People can talk about "She was just asking for it; look at what she was wearing" until they're blue in the face but there was no consent, therefore it was rape. Plain and simple. Women should not have their behaviour and manner of dress codified to avoid being raped just because some men can't be bothered to control their lusts. No one ever says, "Well, okay, she was wearing a low-cut dress but seriously, that raping fuckhead should learn some self-control". I suppose that's because it should be self-evident. However, not to a third of the people in this country and I hate to think what the percentage looks like in the US.
I'm beginning to think, all told, that we have hit some kind of evolutionary cul-de-sac.
draxar and guido_was_taken, You are an Eshu!! EXOTIC is the word to describe
you. You have a natural flair for travelling,
and the tales you weave have no equal. But you
also have a problem with restlessness. Never
contented to be in one place for long, you are
always up and about doing one thing or another.
Learn to relax and stick around in one place
for awhile. You just might be glad you did.
Which Changeling Kith Best Fits You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Well ... yeah. Right.
Then again, today, travel is a problem. Or was a problem, at least. Bastard TfL. Signal failure at Finchley Central. Stood on the platform for three-quarters of an hour as they told us that they thought they'd have it back up and running in 15-20 minutes but we ought to take an alternate route if possible. The first 15-20 minutes, I figured, "Well, this is my only shot at still being on time for work and I won't be able to get on a bus anyway", so I waited. The next 20 minutes or so, I figured, "Well, this is my only shot at not being abysmally late for work". At which point they said, "Well, we're now finding that this could take a few hours now." At which point I swore a lot and decided to take an alternate route. I got followed by a woman with a heavy accent who was trying to get to Tottenham Court Road and only knew that one route so thought she'd stick with me because I obviously knew what I was doing. Originally I was going to take the 125 to Southgate and take the Piccadilly Line down, but a 143 turned up first so I got on that (with nice foreign lady in tow) and took it down to Archway, losing my tagalong at East Finchley. Eventually I got on the Northern Line to Tottenham Court Road, looked at the clock ... 10:53. SHIT. Got into work at 11. Whoo.
Where the hell does the money we give TfL go, anyway? They've raised the fares three times this year, each time above standard inflation, and it's only going to get worse. I wound up having a chat with the nice foreign lady and some guy carrying a copy of The Mirror (apparently his taste is all in his mouth, or at least his clothes, because he was wearing a very nice suit). We quietly bitched about the fact that the train arrivals board was never accurate and the rise in transport fees and the fact that the last guy who resigned from a high-up position in the TfL awarded himself a £6 million bonus, not to mention the fact that the buses, while trying to respond to the problem, make matters worse by not going their allotted route and instead dumping their entire complement of passengers to go back to where they started from and pick up more passengers, propagating the bottleneck. TfL is insane. But of course, if we paid them according to performance, they'd go on strike and we'd all be screwed. Then again, at least we would know we were screwed and be able to make allowances. Now blind hope keeps us going.
In other news, I happened to catch yesterday's Metro headlines while grabbing a bagel between Archway and the tube trek from hell. Apparently something like a third of Britons believe that women who 'act flirtatiously' and 'dress provocatively' (whatever that means) are partly to blame when they're raped. Acting flirtatiously? That's a subjective thing; what some people consider flirting, others perceive as merely being friendly. Dressing provocatively? People dress for themselves, you know. Should a woman really be considered to be 'asking for' rape? People can talk about "She was just asking for it; look at what she was wearing" until they're blue in the face but there was no consent, therefore it was rape. Plain and simple. Women should not have their behaviour and manner of dress codified to avoid being raped just because some men can't be bothered to control their lusts. No one ever says, "Well, okay, she was wearing a low-cut dress but seriously, that raping fuckhead should learn some self-control". I suppose that's because it should be self-evident. However, not to a third of the people in this country and I hate to think what the percentage looks like in the US.
I'm beginning to think, all told, that we have hit some kind of evolutionary cul-de-sac.