perpetual night and the increasing oddness of my bus rides

i'm in chicago.  in case you didn't know this, chicago lies directly on the easternmost edge of the CST time zone.  

this isn't a problem at all during the summer, but after the fall equinox and daylight savings time sets in, dusk falls around 4:30 every day.  now, if i were a morning person, this would be lovely.  i'd wake up at 6 am, enjoy the sunshine for three hours before i have to go to work, and be a happy, vitamin d satisfied human being.

however, this is not the current situation.  i frequently wake up past 9am (i don't work until 10am at either of my internships) and go to sleep around 2am.  also, i work in a building where i have access to one window three days a week and no windows two days a week.  so i've been living like a bat for a week now.

artist's interpretation

i wish i was batman.  how sweet would that be?  i mean, even if i just had his utility belt, i would go places in life.  namely, places requiring grappling hooks or vials of acid for entry.  bruce wayne had it all right.  it's like a swiss army knife that keeps your pants up.  and was made by Dr Emmett Brown.  if you have some time, you should look at this wiki page, it's intense:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batman's_utility_belt#Contents

so, the title i gave this entry alludes to odd bus rides.  i should probably talk about that.  my recent experiences on the CTA buses have been nothing short of outstanding.  here is a list of some scenes i've witnessed on the #50 CTA bus:

• methheads tweaking, of course
• a cross-eyed girl with corrective tinted glasses playing ukulele
• a bum who talked to ukulele girl about jack benny, how jack benny was the greatest violin player of all time, how jack benny wasn't racist at all, and listed several other entertainers from the 40s and 50s that were and weren't racist in his honest opinion
• a bum playing harmonica
• a guy in a slayer tshirt, sporting van dyke facial hair, asymmetrical piercings, and long unkempt hair, reading a junior novel
• a huge middle eastern guy who insisted on leaning on me while we were both standing on the crowded bus
• and my personal favorite, a guy in his early forties holding a sheathed fencing foil with a plastic bag over the hilt.  the guy looked like he was somebody's dad, and was wearing a wedding ring.  he's got to be at least a cool uncle.  i refuse to believe that there isn't some impressionable child looking up to his or her sword-wielding uncle in the chicago metro area.  maybe he was the highlander.  that would make a lot of sense.  usually highlanders have their own cars though.

i'm trying to think of a good way to end this.  here is the hastiest ending i can think of.

i lied.  i forgot to log what's happened in the past few days.

tuesday, i went to work.  had a pretty shitty day, now that i think of it.  people have been changing pipes in my apartment building, and they forgot to hook up one of the pipes or something.  as of now, i still do not have water in my kitchen sink.  this gives me a very valid excuse for not doing dishes, but has resulted in my dehydration for the past few days.

wednesday, i went to work again.  drew up a diagram of my band's recording setup for when we move our equipment into my basement in columbus.  here it is, for your viewing enjoyment:

yes, i realize no one cares about this but me and possibly three other people.  but look at the COLORS!

thursday, still working on it.  at work right now, awaiting the boss's evaluation of my latest promotional video.  planning on seeing Cheap Girls at the Beat Kitchen tonight.  i should be working on my research.  i'll go do that now.  catch ya later, alligators.