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So I had kind of a difficult train ride home from my classes in Lower Manhattan this morning. I boarded the 2 train on Chambers Street and immediately noticed a dude hanging out between the cars, which is obviously very dangerous and not allowed. Once the train started moving he opened the doors and came into the cars, and he was HUGE. A very, very big guy, and he sat down on my side, just a few seats away from me. And dude was weird--he kept shifting around and moving around and turning and staring at me. I got a weird vibe from the whole thing, and I believe in listening to my instincts, so at the next stop I moved to the next train down.
 
This train was also relatively empty but I noticed a bag lady sitting at the far corner so I sat down in the middle and pulled out my book. I read and noticed a family came on at the next stop--a mom and 3 young kids (a girl around age 6, two boys around age 4-5). And I also noticed the bag lady was quite vocal, screaming--literally screaming--about how YOU FUCKED XYZ PERSON and that sort of thing. As I was noticing this, I saw the mom noticing it. The kids, especially the two young boys, looked freaked out. The mom leaned forward and was telling the kids "the lady is mentally ill--that means she is sick in the brain. We're going to switch cars at the next stop." She was handling it very well, very casual, but the kids were still unnerved by the whole thing so I leaned over and started conversing with them. They had on Irish rugby tee-shirts so I asked them about that. "I really like your shirts. I have visited Ireland and I just love that country. Have you ever been there?" As it turned out, they had--all 3 kids are half-Irish and visit the country twice a year. We entered into a grand conversation about Ireland and Mom gave me a grateful look. When we pulled into the next station Mom and the kids and I exited the car--they went in one direction, I went in the other (toward the last car, the one in which I typically want to be when the train pulls into 110th Street).
 
This turned out to be THE WORST car of all three. JFC this was seriously the Freak Train. Cat Stevens had the Peace Train, I had the Freak Train. There was a guy in the corner, young guy, couldn't have been older than very early 20s if that, with a bike. Eventually he picked up his bike and started walking to the other end of the car, and didn't give a shit about the other passengers. Like, he was actively trying to brush up against us with his bike. I pulled up as he passed, and then he approached an older dude--maybe late 50s--and just started swinging at him, screaming at him, slamming the glass of the windows next to the guy's face. EVERYONE flipped out and I remember yelling "Jesus fucking Christ!" and grabbing the pepper spray I always carry. The guy was screaming at the older dud, and screaming at us. He still had the bike. He was kind of menacing the car with the bike but also kind of looking around for validation. The older guy was terrified--we all were--but would not move and GOOD FOR HIM. Because fuck anti-social shits like this dude. Fuck them hard. Anti-Social Shit came toward me, looking as though he was going to throw the bike at me or something, and I said "If you come near me, I will spray you."* What I really wanted to do was call him on his shit, push his buttons, but I figured it was better not to engage. He did recognize the spray and kept his distance.

He and I had a three-or-so minute staredown as we approached 110th Street. At one point he started to lurch toward me and I thought he was going to throw the bike at me. He was also babbling about how the older dude "was lucky" and "I can't even walk down the STREET!!!" I just made sure he saw that pepper spray. Dude, I don't GAF about your problems. The moment you start threatening some older dude with violence, you lose my sympathy. When we pulled in of course he ran across the platform like the coward he is to catch the downtown train. Another dude and I found a transit officer and reported the whole thing. (I doubt anything will happen.) The other dude and I were bonding about this sort of thing--it was actually rather sweet, there was a sort of world-weary "New York transit, ain't this some shit?" And he pointed out that my backpack was unzipped and did I want him to zip it up? 

Honestly, the most remarkable thing about it was that ten minutes later, I'd completely put it out of my mind instead of worrying endlessly over it.

*And part of me later realized--you should've said "if you go near anyone, I will spray you." I had a weapon, I should've used it to protect the rest of the car.  At least I was able to protect my half of the car.
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Tibbles 'n' Bits went to the new vet today for the first time. I really like this vet--although they are NOT cheap (~$15 more expensive per visit than the place in Inwood), they are very respectful of money issues and did not pressure me to vaccinate either of the babies (especially since they're both indoor kittehs). The assistant was cooing over how handsome Tibby was and he acted a little better than he did at the place in Inwood. He still seemed nervous but didn't try to hide quite so much--although at one point I was standing next to the examination table and he pushed his head into the crook of my arm to hide his face and not see the doctor. Meanwhile his enormous fuzzy body was still in view! It was pretty adorable.

The trip there was kind of stressful. Tibby HATES the carrier, no matter how luxurious it is (I have two and the bigger one is The Gold Standard, very comfortable) and started howling immediately. I made my mortified way down to the lobby and onto the sidewalk, Tibby's plaintive ululating issuing forth piteously from the carrier. The subway was stressful--I'd sat down with the carrier against the back of the seat, to protect him. I only had two stops but wouldn't you know it--at the first stop, the doors opened and at least 30 kids, plus teachers and aides, tumbled into the car and were ALLLL up in my business. As in, one of the kids (they were about 7 years old) was literally CRAWLING across my knees to sit on the seat. I was myself majorly stressing out--I do NOT like crowds, the subway is stressful enough, but I also have a terrified animal with me! I don't know why the teachers didn't correct them--they could see my reacting protectively toward the carrier and they had to have known I was nervous. It was honestly very rude. I told one of the teachers I'd be getting off at the next stop and two of the kids reacted by literally *leaning* into me, like right in my face, so they could scramble into my seat when I vacated it. It was seriously quite annoying and I felt bad for my Tibbles 'n' Bits.

Interestingly, something I've suspected for awhile has been confirmed--Tibby is "a little bit" overweight. (They also agree with me that he may be part Maine Coon cat--a notoriously large breed.) The doctor said it wasn't bad, just try to feed him separately from Tatia so he doesn't gobble her food, and feed him less.

My baby boy is healthy! Precious sweet scared lamb-kin. I always feel so responsible and adult when I take the babies to the vet.

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I was on the A train going downtown to work this morning and one of the professionally homeless types was working his way through the car, holding a sign and saying his spiel.  I've actually never seen this particular guy before (there is a crowd of regular panhandlers on the A) but I could tell from the tone of his voice he was bad news--he had that edge that said "I'm one rejection away from spewing profanities" and he was asking every person personally "hey, can you give me something?  A few pennies, a nickel? Can you give me something?"  EVERY single person.  I was prepared to ignore him.  Well he went further than profanities--right in front of me, he hauled off and socked a guy, a college student, screaming "Fucking faggot! Don't look at me like that!"  He kept trying to hit the guy again and they ended up literally RIGHT in front of me, I thought they were going to end up on my lap.  About 10 passengers jumped the homeless guy and pulled him off.  He kept trying to fight and some prudent person pepper-sprayed him in the eyes. (My pepper spray was buried with my keys at the bottom of my bookbag.)  His eyes streaming, the asshole was staggering around saying "I'm a victim of sexual assault!  Fucking faggot!"  Everyone was prepared to pound the shit out of this guy.  He went to the next car but luckily we were near the 59th St. station--as soon as the train stopped, a bunch of us ran to the conductor and told him to call the transit police and arrest the guy.  I don't know if they caught him but I gave a detailed description, saying "you can't miss him, he has a sign asking for money, he's streaming from the eyes and he has on loose tan shorts and a button-up short-sleeved tan shirt."

The guy he attacked was wearing a tee-shirt saying "NYU Wrestling" and he LOOKED like a wrestler, huge chest.  Homeless asshole is probably lucky he didn't really get his clock cleaned--I assure you no one on the train would have stepped in to stop it, had THAT happened.  As Hermione would say "What. An. Idiot."

Too many crazy losers on the train.
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I was on the train to work yesterday afternoon, and got out at Columbus Circle to transfer to the D or B, both of which go to my final stop. There were muffled announcements about the D, something about its having been rerouted, which were confirmed when the D came trundling down the local line (it is normally express). They kept the D cooling its wheels for at least 7 minutes as the conductor explained, over and over, to passengers that that D would be running along a different line (8th Avenue) instead of along 6th Avenue. Fine, then GET GOING. As long as they stayed there, the B train (a local) couldn't come in. Then another D came in, and stayed there. During this time at least 6 A trains came and went. SO ANNOYING.

Finally a B came along and I got in. I guess the excessive delay had unhinged some people because I could hear some woman speaking very sharply to someone on the other end of the car. "No, you shut up. No, shut up." In one of those hideous Brooklyn accents--in fact she sounded quite like The Fungus (I could tell it wasn't she, though). She kept going on, and I could hear another woman trying to explain "If you'd just said that at the beginning, I wouldn't have bothered you--" She kept trying to explain herself or defuse the situation, but Brooklyn Accent wasn't having it and kept cutting her off. The whole car was listening (she was pretty loud). She was saying something like "Don't you EVUH cawl anothuh woman a bitch! How dayuh you!"

I had to be at the other end of the car anyway so I started edging my way down to one of the middle doors (I couldn't get all the way to the other end, the car was too packed). So I stopped at one of the middle doors and just as the other woman seemed to have decided it was pointless to try to say anything to Brooklyn Accent. But then someone else decided to take up the slack--some guy, younger (maybe in his late 20s) with an iPod asked her "Have you taken your meds?" She snarled "This has nothing to do with you." He said "You've involved the whole car because you're incredibly annoying. You need to be shut the fuck up." She said something about "Your mothuh" and he responded "Oh, 'your mother' jokes, really? How original." This went on for a bit--he just kept shutting her down with these unflappable responses. It was pretty entertaining. I wanted to point out to her the hypocrisy in her first saying "don't call women bitches" and then insulting some guy's mother. I did get a better look at Brooklyn Accent--she even looks a bit like The Fungus! Reddish, messy hair, pasty skin, a few extra pounds. How horrifying to think there's more than one.
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CoverSpy

It seems that Tina Fey's Bossypants and Ayn Rand are very popular. And I noticed one kid was reading That Was Then, This Is Now--deeeeepressing book. S.E. Hinton was pretty damn good for a teenage writer.

I clicked several pages, wondering if my recent bout with Larry McDonald's A Colossal Failure of Common Sense (finally finished it) would show up but alas, no. I'm wading back into Ulysses, maybe that'll impress them.
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So the Friday morning commute from hell? Was apparently planned. Part of a planned, calculated middle finger to commuters, to punish us for what their crappy management is doing. If their aim is to underscore how worthless and without honor most TWU members are, and to get NYC commuters to side with MAT management, well then excellent job, me hearties!

Fire them all. Every last worthless one of them.

Went to the TRU auditions Saturday and saw Catherine Lamm and had a nice long chat with her about the court case and Macbeth. We enjoyed chewing over every juicy bit of the case, and of course talked about Julie quite a bit. First of all, get this--Catherine is some kind of bigwig with TRU, I believe her official title for the auditions was "Casting Coordinator" or something like that. In the past Julie has attended TRU auditions to cast for Lovestreet--in fact one year I sat in for her. This year I wanted to go but I also didn't want to run into Julie, have her come up to me and fake like we're still cool. Julie, we're not. She's trapped other Macbeth actors before--Lori was cornered in the Drama Desk Bookstore once--and I just didn't want to deal with it.

When I got to the auditions, I had to wait a bit for a break before I could go into the room, so Emileena and I chatted a bit. I asked to see the list of auditors and noticed Julie was not on it--I was all YES! Then when I finally entered and sat down, Duncan told me the dish--apparently Catherine got Julie barred from the auditions. Catherine confirmed it, she said she told TRU "I won't be here if she's here" so they asked Julie to leave. Duh-ra-ma! I love it.

Catherine was talking about what a great job we'd all done, especially the Witches--"I loved you Witches"--then she dropped a bombshell that really took me aback. In fact I'm not at all sure how to take this. She said that during the rehearsal process, Julie had been trying to get Catherine to fire ME. This--seems off. For one thing, Julie had absolutely no grounds for that--Catherine said she refused, saying "you'll have to give me a reason, she's doing great work." (When I asked Catherine what reason Julie had given, Catherine shrugged and said "Because you're good and she's not?" Well, thank you, that is a nice compliment but did Julie really say that? And God knows, Michelle and Lori were also fantastic. At any rate, Julie never came off as the jealous type to me. Insecure as hell, sure, but not jealous.) For another, I've helped Julie on many, many occasions--I convinced her not to cancel the show when PsychoSusan melted down, I've done benefits for her, as I mentioned I've sat in for her, I've even taken her out for her birthday. Julie's weird but would she really 1) dick over someone who'd helped her out that much--attack me that personally?, and 2) risk a complete mutiny in the cast, since she'd already fired the first director, Lew? Also, Julie came after me several months later, asking me to come back to Lovestreet. Of course she could've done a turnaround but still, I just don't know if I buy this. Another thing that strikes me as off is that--well, if Julie wanted to, she could fire anyone she wanted herself--she doesn't have to go through the director, she's the producer. Very odd. Part of me wonders if Catherine weren't mixing me up with someone else in the cast. She knew the Witches as a unit, she never really got to know us individually.

At any rate, I'm much less upset about it than I thought I'd be--partly because it just seems so off, and partly because it was awhile ago.

On another note, I'm really glad I went to the TRU auditions. Duncan is not so enthralled with them as I, but there's something inspirational in a grassroots organization that tries to empower each other. (And besides, they catered the auditions with Amy's Bread.) I got all excited about maybe doing something this summer--I think I'm going to talk to someone at Columbia to inquire about the possibility of doing an outdoor show there this summer, maybe a very-staged reading. Maybe even Julius Caesar or Antony and Cleopatra, since I've been studying them! Plus you get awesome fights with that. Melissa (R&J baby) wants fights.
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Have to say, my nerves are being stretched verrrry thin nowadays by crazy subway people. I've found ever since this summer, I have MUCH less tolerance for The Crazy, even less than I did before. The Fungus was obviously fucking batshit, but she knew exactly what she was doing and was therefore fully responsible, notwithstanding her "Iiiiii'm the victum heah" whining. The Crazies (and their partners, the Loud Ones) seem to be multiplying like tribbles, although tribbles are much cuter and make a nice sound, UNLIKE The Crazies. As much as I love that 59th Street to 125th Street is express, it also puts us as the mercy of these freaks. Last week, I get on at Columbus Circle and there's a preacher. Now most of these guys are hideously annoying, but some at least can speak--they modulate their voices a little, have a preacher cadence. This one had no public speaking skills whatsoever--his voice went UP and DOWN and UP and DOWN, with a heavy accent. I wanted to scream. I glared at him, put on my iPod and turned the sound up--it was pretty high before he was drowned out.

This seems to be happening more and more. The next day, after UP and DOWN preacher guy, came aboard a singer. And yep, it was at Columbus Circle. This guy announced he was there to sing for us, he wasn't going to charge us (gee, thanks) but we could "show him a little love." He plants himself two feet away and starts to sing a capella, quite loudly. The leg from 59th to 125th is a little under 10 minutes, so he gets through several songs--eventually he's walking through the car, sticking his hat into people's faces and rattling it. HATE. Seriously, I just want to smack that thing out of his hand. It's JUST SO RUDE, it really is a form of extortion. Let us ride in peace.

Saturday night, one annoying guitar player (I will say, his playing and singing were pretty good and at least he didn't demand money, it was just too LOUD and more to the point, it was forced on us) and this morning, two annoying Mexican salsa players--again with the LOUD and the hat in the face. The worst was when Mom and I were coming back from JFK airport after our London trip. Something like 5-6 preachers, panhandlers, musicians, one right after the other. And the shtick is so rehearsed and lame.

Thank goodness for iPods. I don't know why but it's really getting to me lately. Personal space and the right to ignore someone--the right to be in my own thoughts and not be forced to interact--is a huge deal with me.

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