It's not a secret I delete comments. As Dan G. wrote, I am the owner of this house and although the door's unlocked and there's a big WELCOME mat on the front porch, there are still house rules.
You're a guest and an uninvited one at that. You show up on your own and leave on your own. I'm not holding you hostage in my basement.
So here's what I don't understand. Why do you feel I owe you something? You waltz in here with your sense of entitlement, rifle through my cupboards, insult my guests, harass me and drink my free booze - only to spit it out and tell me it tastes like crap - yet expect me to cater to you.
Like hell.
Many years ago, I did a two-weekend, stand-up gig at this little dive of a bar in Keswick. I had been discussing with the crowd the difference between sex with a woman of girth vs. women with no girth. Halfway through the set, this woman gets up and seeks out the manager to tell him she's offended.
Admission to the show was free with a 1-drink minimum. I believe it could have been a soda or alcohol. The woman was told she was free to leave. She wound up writing a letter to the editor of the local paper about her experience. I kid you not. Somewhere in a box in my garage I have a clipping of that letter. It was probably the best thing she could have done because the following weekend, the bar was at crowd capacity because people had come to see what the fuss was about.
Myself and the two other comics chatted in the parking lot afterwards. We were gobsmacked. So at one point in her day, this woman decided, at her own free will, to go to a comedy show - with no cover except to purchase a beverage - only to complain about the content. She wasn't a big girl. I never used vulgar or profane language. I'm not racist or prejudicial but I guess she found it offensive that fat women actually have sex. Who knows? But the question I had, what do people expect at a comedy show? That I'm going to read poetry?
This blog, website, personal commuting diary, whatever you want to call it, is about the commuting experience and general observations.
The URL 'thiscrazytrain.com' is your first clue the content is going to be questionable.
I have no desire to document mundane train riding i.e. "Took the train this morning. GO broke out the F59PH locomotive to stretch her legs and keep it old school. Got a seat on the upper level. Snoozed a bit. Checked my email. Texted my husband and reminded here to take some ground beef out for dinner. Guess I'll make meat loaf. Pulled into Union and went to work. All and all, a great train ride today. Until tomorrow..."
You really think I would have amassed nearly 1,000 daily readers with that nonsense?
Yes, I call out all the b.s., the rudeness, the wierdness, the wackiness and the wtf-uckery. I take pictures, write commentary, engage in text exchanges, publish emails, write tweets, poke fun and single out rude behaviour.
If this website makes you so unhappy or miserable, why do you come back everyday? Quit torturing your eyeballs and surf away.
thismundanegotrainride.com registered! Today's topic, why F59PH loco's are sexier than F58PH's. And we discuss the perpetual controversial topic - standard or broad gauge?
ReplyDeleteMy point exactly, bro. Although my dear railhead fans, all five of them, would probably faint from the excitement such a post would cause.
ReplyDeleteWhen you say fat women, are we talking so fat that a small child could be smuggled using skin or women who obviously like a hamburger, or four? This is the first time I've ever been compelled to comment but some of the best sex I had in university was with girls who were soft for lack of a better word. They were bigger girls but I found them to be more into it than the praying mantis I had been spending time with.
ReplyDeleteThe trolls don't bother me but they really do need to make better use of their internet time.
CJ's points are well put, as always. Seriously, who comes to someone else's blog demanding to control the content being posted? Get yer own blog people!
ReplyDeleteI admit I also find the angry ones amusing though. What a sense of entitlement people show, I doubt they are at all aware of how ridiculous they come across.
That said, I'm ready for my daily laugh and look forward to reading the angry retorts to this post.
One time, before I could crank up the volume on my iPod, your "mundane" commentary is almost EXACTLY the same as a Door Donkey conversation I had to listen to.
ReplyDeleteForget the troll...I wanna hear the 'sex with people of girth" joke!
ReplyDeleteCan I hear more about the sex joke. What is the difference between skinny and not skinny girls? not that I have experience in this department.
ReplyDeletewhoops. No experience with women other those who could be used as wind chimes.
ReplyDeletePersonally I like the fact that my train is no stress/no mess. It does make the commute more enjoyable and bearable. There's nothing wrong with writing about a nice train ride. You should write about when you have a nice train ride. Maybe then, the toll will be pleased.
ReplyDeleteI don't want to hear about nice train rides. I realize that's the ultimate goal but please, don't take away the crazy.
ReplyDeleteI suspect the troll will show up round the time lunch period starts. Wait for the bell, kiddies.
@Jim - wind chimes LOL
ReplyDeleteIn Keswick, all the women have girth. Hence the interest.
ReplyDeleteMy x-gl from about 18 years back was a bone-rack. One day, after a BBQ, a cousin of mine who has no filter asked me what it was like to bang a bag of sticks. To be fair, she was just naturally super-skinny but rolling over onto a jutting hip bone isn't fun.
ReplyDeleteHopefully this is gets seen in the comedy sense, as opposed to an offensive sense. To quote Glen Quagmire:
ReplyDelete"Well, you could whore yourself out to a thousand fat chicks for 50 bucks apiece. Or - or - or 50 *really* fat chicks for a thousand bucks."
"What? Don't look at me like that. Fat chicks need love too. But they gotta pay!"
Zjack,
ReplyDeleteI raise your Quagmire with this Quagmire Pocket Aces from the episode entitled, "Bango was his name oh":
Quagmire: Hey Brian, what do you think of my sign? (Points to RV in driveway)
Brian (reading but sign is hidden from audience): "Quagmire's Cross Country Tour." Uh, isn't there an "O" in country?
Quagmire: Nope.
Peter: Sweet, Quagmire! You got a winnebago!
ReplyDeleteQuagmire: You mean a "Wanna-bang-o"!
Lois: (Sarcastically) Oh, how clever.
LOL Hunter!
ReplyDeleteI can't understand why the Trolls need to change the funny. Granted, some of their comments can be hilarious, but most of the time, they come across as petty, petulant children. Oh, and when they take my name and use it for their own evil purposes, the blood boils.
Well, if we're randomly quoting Quagmire, allow me to insert my favorite quote:
ReplyDeleteQuagmire: Hey there cutie... How old are you?
Connie: 16.
Quagmire: 18? You're first!
Connie: Moooom!!
Quagmire: I like where this is goin'!
My personal favorite,
ReplyDeleteA man was sitting next to the Pope on a cross-country flight. The Pope was doing a crossword puzzle. He turned to the man and asked "Do you know a four-letter word for 'woman' that ends in U-N-T?"
The man thought for a minute and said "Aunt."
"Oh yes, of course," the Pope replied. "Do you have an eraser?"