Crazy at the bus stop.

I take the bus. It's generally how I get around. Now, downtown, there's a place where the buses all meet so the passengers can transfer between them. At this place, there are, naturally, some bus shelters where people can wait. It's pretty common to see things posted there. Ads for concerts or comedy shows, flyers for parties at clubs, ads for various things people are selling, all that sort of general stuff. The stuff you'll generally see posted on telephone poles and the like.

Now, a couple weeks ago, I found something... different. I found this.

That's certainly a... thing, there.


It's a two page rant about... something? I'm honestly not sure what the hell this guy is on about. He mentions the President a couple times. He makes a big deal about "OB in 08", saying "notice that?" which has two possible interpretations: 1) He thinks that initials work backwards and that the President's backwards initials resembling the year he was elected is important, or 2) Something about tampons that I can't quite suss out.

The whole thing is generally incoherent. It's been up there for at least two weeks, now. I haven't noticed anyone else even looking at it. Are we really so jaded that nobody even bothers to notice the insane screed taped above the bench at the bus stop?

So, about the guy who wrote this... thing. His name is John Wilkinson. I've heard of him before because he had, this past summer, taped bus schedules all over the bus shelters, along with little cards with his name, and something about a "Ralph Nader campaign" for mayor. I figured he was running for mayor and wanted the bus rider vote, because that's totally a voting block that exists. I just filed that in the back of my mind and went on with my life. Then, I find this crazy whatchamacallit. Inspired by the madness, I turned to Google. "Google," I said, "Who the fuck is this lunatic?" "Well, Rachel," Google said (In my mind, Google is a person and talks to me. Don't you judge me.), "Look at this page." It turns out that he's a local maniac who has had correspondence with these guys, and tends to stuff insane letters in his neighbors' mailboxes. Oh, and he has a Twitter account, full of incoherent, homophobic tweets.

So, yeah... Just some of the weirdass shit I keep finding in the world around me.

An Omission

In my introductory post, I said a little bit about myself. I thought I'd said enough, and could simply get on with blogifying.

Well, my fiance looked over the post later, and pointed out what I had not mentioned. Specifically, her. So, yeah, I have an awesome fiance named Maelynn.

Now that I've cleared that up, I can continue bloginating.

Over easy... Easy my ass.

So, eggs. Everybody likes eggs, right? (Well, no, that's not right, but just roll with it.) Any time I'm at a restaurant and order eggs (not a common occurrence, really), I order them one of two ways. Scrambled with cheese, or over easy. Now, I can make scrambled eggs. A small child with one arm and attention deficit disorder could make scrambled eggs. Any imbecile could make scrambled eggs. It's like remedial cooking.

Over easy, though... That's a bit more complicated. Today, I was inspired to give it a shot. Of course, I had no idea how to do it. So, I went with my usual method of learning anything: I asked the internet. Upon doing so, I found this:

http://www.ehow.com/how_2212550_cook-eggs-over-easy.html

Instructions in hand (Or on screen. Whatever.), I ventured into the kitchen. First thing's first, I got out a pan.

Next, the pan got Pam.

Then, of course, the egg.

After that, I stopped taking pictures, because the instructions implied that this was a really quick process, so taking pictures seemed like a thing that would slow it down too much. Okay, the egg went in the pan, and it started frying up quite nicely. The whites got good and opaque, and it was time to flip. I flipped the egg, and I had:

Failure.

So, I did the only thing I could think of... When life gives you failure...

Make a failure sandwich.

This is not over, eggs. One day, I shall defeat you.

Because Criminals Are a Superstitious and Cowardly Lot...

I will become... a blogger.

So, every once in a while, I get an idea. Sometimes it's an idea that cannot possibly lead anywhere good. Like, say "I wonder how much a ukulele costs." (As it turns out, $10 and yup used, $21 and up new. I'm not sure what it says about me that this is very tempting.)

Other times, it's an idea that seems pretty good. Like starting a blog. It's an idea I've had at least twice before. It's always fallen through, as I manage to not do any actual, y'know, blogging. This time will be different, though, because... Hey, look over there!

Anyway, here I am. I'm RachelEvil. I'm a transwoman in her late 20s. I like comic books, punk, alternative rock, cooking, politics, games, and other crap. Here, you can see me blog about said crap, and my opinions about crap. Also, I write. I have a webcomic (on hiatus) over at http://lifeamong.thecomicseries.com, and I'm working on a few other things. This blog would be a good place to hear about such things.

I guess I'll just leave it at that for now. More fun later.