Chocolate Train

So the MBTA have been making headlines as of late. First off because a loophole has been found in their new fancy turnstiles. Apparently you can fool the exit sensor into thinking that someone is exiting the station and therefore give you access without paying.

I gotta say that I've never thought of this. I was sure there was some sort of failsafe, but I should have expected as much from the MBTA. While people do utilize this method for getting around the fare system, others (the more ignorant and stupid ones) just break the the damn things.

As much as I hate to admit it, the T has gotten a slight bit better over the years. They still have a long way to go but at least they're headed in the right direction. Most of the improvements are paid for with our money, and I can understand getting around the turn style which only screws the MBTA out of a couple bucks, but breaking the things not only screws us out of about 2k worth of damage, but slows down the flow of foot traffic cause we have one less turn style to utilize. Fuck you assholes.

Now after reading that you would assume that I'm currently in a bad mood. I assure you that is not the case. Actually I feel pretty good, not sure why, but I don't care. Even after what happened this morning, I'm in high spirits.

So I make it to the station unscathed and jump on board my train to Boston. As usual the T was up to its usual standards with half the cars having soaked seats because of the sudden downpour of...

CHOCOLATE RAIN/
Some stay dry/
T-Riders feel the pain/
CHOCOLATE RAAAIIIINNNNN!!!

Untitled.. cause I'm too tired to come up with one.

I had a dream not too long back. First off let me start off by saying that, I'm a firm believer that dreams have hidden meanings. They open your eyes to things that you may or may not be privy to.

This dream was in the form of a action movie. It took place in what I could only describe as a dock or ship yard, and a very large one at that. This ship yard was enclosed and on one dock there were a squad of soldiers, special forces or whatever you want to call them, getting ready for execute a mission next to a waiting helicopter.

On an adjacent dock, was me. I wasn't alone, I also had a female partner. I wasn't sure what role she played in the scenario. I wasn't sure if I had just saved her, or if she was saving me, or if she was just my partner.

I felt as if I was part of that special forces group and that I had to get to them before they took off. Sounds simple enough. I headed over to them as fast as i could, but did not make it in time, for a few reasons.

The woman who was with me wasn't your standard damsel in distress. While she was able to keep up with me with no problems, I couldn't shake the feeling that she was holding me back somehow. That however, wasn't the main reason why I didn't make it. Right before we got to the chopper a man, who I can best describe as looking like a...red neck, blocked out path.

Not only that but he was armed with a crossbow, which he fired into my leg. As you can assume, I was highly irritated. The redneck said something, but I don't recall what it was and the dream ended soon after.

The message? There have been subtle signs in my life that have been directing me to take a new path in life. However, this dream was telling me that I'm making decisions OR that there are people or other obstacles that are hindering my progress. If not dealt with, these obstacles will doom me to failure. And I, personally, don't feel like failing.

Time to find some horcruxes. =P

Sox vs Yanks: When Enough is Enough

There are about 30 Major League baseball teams, however, if you're a true Bostonian (and member of Red Sox Nation) there are only two. The others are just guys who show up to play every now and then. Now I'm all for chanting "Yankees suck!" and "Jetter sucks A-Rod," but sometimes people take it a little too far.

So today after leaving work I was feeling a little, "spicy." So I decided to head on over to Quincy Market in Fanueil Hall for some drunken noodle at a little Thai place there. On my way over I pass a big crowd of people who were surrounding a group of street performers. Now I've seen these guys before around Boston, and they're pretty good. Their talent is basically break dancing, and various acrobatic tricks.

So we're all there watching them perform when one guy starts yelling at one of the performers. At first I wasn't sure what he was yelling about, maybe one of the performers did something to piss him off.

The guy kept pointing at the performer's head and yelling (clearly disrupting the show) and it was then that I realized what he was yelling about. The performer was wearing a baseball cap backwards and when he turned around he revealed that it was a Yankees cap. Now usually when I see someone wearing Yankees paraphernalia or that of any team for that matter, I could give two fucks. I have more important things to worry about. And clearly this crowd also didn't give a damn what hat he was wearing, they just wanted to see a show.

It got to the point where this instigator looked like he wanted to start a fight. The performers, in traditional clown fashion, poked fun at him and encouraged the crowd to join in. The instigator eventually left after a few words with, who I could only assume was the head of the group.

Now there are a lot of bars in this area so it's a good possibility that this guy could've been drunk. However, with many Red Sox fans, its kind hard to tell sometimes.

777

You feelin' lucky punk?

I swear its the gun powder...has to be.

When Babylon a Come Around

Collie Buddz out today. So far one of the more original reggae albums I've heard in a while. If you're a reggae fan this is a must.

Salem: Love it or Hate it

I live about 15mins away from Salem, MA and for the most part I love the town. Its a small city with a big history. I enjoy it for the atmosphere and for the most part there are many shops within waking distance of each other that cater to my lifestyle and interest. Game stores, army/navy (lots of cool stuff in here if you've never been in one), comic book shops, and all other kinds of "nick-nackery" [lev].

Its a very nice place, but it wasn't until yesterday, when my friend and I caught a bite to eat in the down town area that it came to me. At the corner of Essex and Washington there's a statue of Elizabeth Montgomery, the actress who played Samantha in the tv series Bewitched. The statue is of her on a broomstick flying past the moon. It was then that I realized that there are a lot things in the city that glorify and profit off of the deaths of innocent people during the witch trials. This statue was just in bad taste.

There are many places in the city that try to educate people on the history of the city, but then again there's a lot that works against this.