Had my first real freako-on-the-T experience today. He came on through the door further from me (most cars have two sets of doors per side) all twitchy and jerky and stuff. My “not right” filter went off immediately, and I considered switching cars (easy to do at a stop, impossible between them). Decided that he looked loony, but not violent. Then he started (as the doors closed) grabbing his balls and hooting about how “THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY TESTICLES!” “WHAT’S WRONG WITH MY BALLS???”
He spat on the floor a couple of times and hurkey-jerkied off the train at the Harvard stop.
I did, actually, wonder “has simianpower come to visit me?”
Family arrives for a visit tomorrow. Hooray!
Also tomorrow, triple booked for work:
(1) More booth bunny, which is superseded by:
(2) Attending an Intel training session on optimizing for the Itanium 2 processor in 64 bit mode, which I will have to cut out of for
(3) a conference call with people in Texas.
Woot!
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