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Batting 1.000
(And for the baseballically uninclined, a player's batting average is the number of hits a player's gotten divided by his total number of at-bats, rounded to three decimal places, and read as a three-digit number (a batting average of .378 is read "three seventy-eight"). To bat 1.000 (read "a thousand") means that a player has gotten a hit every time he's gone to the plate, i.e., he's doing perfectly. In my sarcasm, batting 1.000 means everything went WRONG. LOL MURPHY.)
So Paola and I left around 9:35, and it was superspecialawesome.... until I got in the station and *just* missed my train. Of course, in the time I waited for the next one, I saw three of the next train I needed pass, and one more while I was on the train. The train, which, due to traffic, kept stopping about every twenty feet in the tunnels.
So I finally got to my transfer point -- twenty minutes to go three stops -- and waited for the next train. And waited, and waited, and waited. Until it finally showed up packed nearly full. It was hell to scramble inside and get a seat, and it was not immediately one where I could get some sewing done.
When I got out of the train, I heard the hiss of a bus upstairs and so I hightailed it out of the station. Through the turnstile like magic, up the stairs two at a time without missing a beat, around the corner and.... it was gone. And the next wouldn't show up for twenty minutes. It was a long twenty minutes because I was sewing and the wind was cold, so my fingers were freezing. Combined with the glare of headlights, it was a bit difficult to see. But the bus finally showed up.
Interesting commute #2. About five minutes away from getting off the bus, it slowed and turned on a sharp angle. The bus route does not normally include this, so I looked up from my work. There were lights in the distance, ahead of the other bus parked ahead of us. There was a house on fire, and the fire trucks had made the street impossible to pass. We were stuck. We couldn't back up and take a cross street over, as they were too narry to accomodate the buses, so we had to sit. And sit. And sit. I could have walked home, but then I wouldn't have gotten any sewing done, and I'd already stood around in enough of the cold for one evening. I wanted to sit and be warm.
And then I had to get off the bus and run to the next stop to catch the next bus that had been detoured. I left work at 9:35, yes? It was 11:24 by the time I got home. And then my computer's been a dumbshit all night.
I would have worked on Sokka a little more since coming home, but my lightbulb's filament popped this afternoon. A quick look around the house brought up nothing but 60-watt bulbs (and I need 100-watt bulbs!), so I can't see a damned thing (which means no progress post, since the flash is gonna be HARSH). And now that I've been home for two hours, gotten through everything I needed to get through, I'm gonna call it a night, and not get ANYTHING done in the morning, since I need to meet Guillermo at noon. I'm just a *hair* ticked.
Please, good luck, be on my side tomorrow. I need to find a boomerang, an Aang action figure and possibly the fakest of fake beards. XD
So Paola and I left around 9:35, and it was superspecialawesome.... until I got in the station and *just* missed my train. Of course, in the time I waited for the next one, I saw three of the next train I needed pass, and one more while I was on the train. The train, which, due to traffic, kept stopping about every twenty feet in the tunnels.
So I finally got to my transfer point -- twenty minutes to go three stops -- and waited for the next train. And waited, and waited, and waited. Until it finally showed up packed nearly full. It was hell to scramble inside and get a seat, and it was not immediately one where I could get some sewing done.
When I got out of the train, I heard the hiss of a bus upstairs and so I hightailed it out of the station. Through the turnstile like magic, up the stairs two at a time without missing a beat, around the corner and.... it was gone. And the next wouldn't show up for twenty minutes. It was a long twenty minutes because I was sewing and the wind was cold, so my fingers were freezing. Combined with the glare of headlights, it was a bit difficult to see. But the bus finally showed up.
Interesting commute #2. About five minutes away from getting off the bus, it slowed and turned on a sharp angle. The bus route does not normally include this, so I looked up from my work. There were lights in the distance, ahead of the other bus parked ahead of us. There was a house on fire, and the fire trucks had made the street impossible to pass. We were stuck. We couldn't back up and take a cross street over, as they were too narry to accomodate the buses, so we had to sit. And sit. And sit. I could have walked home, but then I wouldn't have gotten any sewing done, and I'd already stood around in enough of the cold for one evening. I wanted to sit and be warm.
And then I had to get off the bus and run to the next stop to catch the next bus that had been detoured. I left work at 9:35, yes? It was 11:24 by the time I got home. And then my computer's been a dumbshit all night.
I would have worked on Sokka a little more since coming home, but my lightbulb's filament popped this afternoon. A quick look around the house brought up nothing but 60-watt bulbs (and I need 100-watt bulbs!), so I can't see a damned thing (which means no progress post, since the flash is gonna be HARSH). And now that I've been home for two hours, gotten through everything I needed to get through, I'm gonna call it a night, and not get ANYTHING done in the morning, since I need to meet Guillermo at noon. I'm just a *hair* ticked.
Please, good luck, be on my side tomorrow. I need to find a boomerang, an Aang action figure and possibly the fakest of fake beards. XD