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public transit; hush sound; panic
I caught them washing the el last night.
When I got to the red line station, the attendant told me to watch my step on my stairs. I was confused, but nodded amiably. There was a hose running down the stairs: I stared at it, somewhat bemused, but went down to the platform anyways.
And they were washing it. Two guys manning high-powered hoses, three guys with long-handled scrubbing brushes. There were suds everywhere—I wound up sitting on the stairs and just watching.
I mean, it shouldn't have been that much of a surprise, you know? If you'd asked me whether or not they washed the el platforms, I'd have shrugged and said, well, yeah, I guess so. And of course washing is done with, you know, soap and water. It all stands to reason!
...but it was still really startling. When the train finally came, it was a cloud of cold, damp, chlorinated air. I'm still not entirely sure it happened.
*
I remain steadfastly committed to my plan of marrying the Hush Sound on the astral plane. Collectively. They are adorable and amazing and my VERY FAVORITE SOCIOPATHS EVER.
Also, Bob Morris will never not be an extra from Firefly, in my heart of hearts.
*
The new Panic is also made of fabulous. Less fabulous: the paper that is due in less than 24 hours, now, and is...still basically unstarted. /o\ I'ma gtfo and do that, so if you see me on the internets feel free to thwap me with a stick.
When I got to the red line station, the attendant told me to watch my step on my stairs. I was confused, but nodded amiably. There was a hose running down the stairs: I stared at it, somewhat bemused, but went down to the platform anyways.
And they were washing it. Two guys manning high-powered hoses, three guys with long-handled scrubbing brushes. There were suds everywhere—I wound up sitting on the stairs and just watching.
I mean, it shouldn't have been that much of a surprise, you know? If you'd asked me whether or not they washed the el platforms, I'd have shrugged and said, well, yeah, I guess so. And of course washing is done with, you know, soap and water. It all stands to reason!
...but it was still really startling. When the train finally came, it was a cloud of cold, damp, chlorinated air. I'm still not entirely sure it happened.
*
I remain steadfastly committed to my plan of marrying the Hush Sound on the astral plane. Collectively. They are adorable and amazing and my VERY FAVORITE SOCIOPATHS EVER.
Also, Bob Morris will never not be an extra from Firefly, in my heart of hearts.
*
The new Panic is also made of fabulous. Less fabulous: the paper that is due in less than 24 hours, now, and is...still basically unstarted. /o\ I'ma gtfo and do that, so if you see me on the internets feel free to thwap me with a stick.