Amsterdam - Peter, Bjorn, and John - Writer's Block - 2006

Well I'm pretty much stuck talking about Amsterdam for this one aren't I. Well, I've been a couple of times...but I'll save the crazy stories for another time and just talk about the city. Frankly, I was underwhelmed by it.

Sure, I'm all for their liberal policies regarding controlled substances...but sadly I really dislike most of the people that are their to enjoy them. Sometime I'll get good and liquored up and talk about what a blight on humanity British tourists are. Also the red light district, with it's ugly hookers, blind drunks, and spoiled American hippies is just depressing.

Also, it is a beautiful city....absolutely lovely architecture and a real sense of history, you feel how old it is...but their cuisine leaves something to be desired. And also, and I know this is petty...the Dutch language is pretty ugly. It sounds both guttaral and kinda like baby talk.

I will grant them this though...the bike riding is cool. Wish the USA would take a queue from them, but then we'd have to ditch our middle american fear of the city, and the belief that a car is somehow connected to your penis.

Anyway, good song...er, yeah.

All Those Expectations - Peter, Bjorn, and John - Falling Out - 2005

Speaking of expectations...I nearly wrote this blog post last night, in which case you would have gotten a lengthy screed involving me giving a viking blood eagle to the children of the head of the MTA. I would have summoned dark gods to devour his soul and the furies to chase him through all eternity, but my lady friend came over and calmed me down. Now I'll settle for forcing him to watch endless episodes of Mama's Family and eating nothing but brussel sprouts and matza.

Anyway, after a single drink (no really, just one) with my co-workers I headed to the Q train...at 742 on a Monday evening...hardly late...the sun was still out for christ sake! I waited on the platform for a Q train for 45 minutes, before I finally went and berated the poor attendant in the booth. She called Dekalb Station, who told her to call City Hall, who then sent her back to Dekalb Station. Apparently, no one had any clue where the Q trains were. She then informed me that the heat was causing mechanical problems on several lines.

Two things:

A - How the fuck do you lose an entire train line? The Q isn't even that long, sure it goes out to Brighton Beach, but it stops at 57th St...where did all those trains go on a Monday evening?

B - HEAT!!!!????!!?!?!?!?!? That's your fucking excuse!?! Heat? Really? Word? That's what you got? 102 years of MTA service and you fucktards haven't figured out how to make your shit work on a hot day?

Honestly, despite my grumpy demeanor, I'm a pretty laid back guy, BUT, and this is a Michael Moore sized but, nothing infuriates me more than the incompetence of the MTA. The steal my life, a little bit at a time...and I can be as angry as I want to be about it and it will not affect them in the slightest. The fact that I eventually stormed out and took a cab in no way impacted the MTA...they can continue to be awful with no regard to their customers. Makes me go batshit feral.

Anyway, this PB&J being mellow, which I like far less than PB&J when they rock.