The Not Cash Cab

Friday night, I was travelling from Clinton Hill to Prospect Park.  Also know as my sisters apartment to my place.  Brie, Mokey and I were looking to get home quickly so I flagged down a cab.  Now, whenever I flag down a cab in NYC I am always secretly hoping it'll be the cash cab.  Well this wasn't a van so I knew it wouldn't be the cash cab.  But I also didn't think it was going to be a ministry on wheels, driven by a slightly crazy man who called himself Pastor Phil, that was called Rolling for Jesus.  But wouldn't you know it, it was.

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Tea With Madame Bovary

Mme. Bovary, I do not like you 

(But I appreciate your visit.) 

You’re overblown 

And speak of nothing 

Still, I treasure your company. 

  

I’m expecting a visit from Don Quixote 

(He’s meeting me at the White Castle) 

He has things to say. 

You could learn from him, Madame. 

Still, I treasure your company. 

  

I think it’s time you leave 

There are other I must meet 

Sherlock’s in the shithouse shooting up 

And Godot’s waiting for me 

Still, I treasure your company. 

Siiiiiiick :-(

This morning I woke up to hours of fierce hiccuping, followed by naseau and a headache.  One of the benefits of being unemployed is that I can stay in bed when I am sick.  But I still managed to get stuff done, so it wasn't a wasted day like most sick days.

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Tachyons...grumble

I think I might have an irrational fear/obsession with time travel.  It's similar to the fear/obsession many claim to have with zombies.  It's that fine line between "Holy shit...I hope this never happens to me."  and "God it would be exhilarating!"

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Subway Rides...A Comedians Best Friend

Today, for the third time since I started to regularly use the MTA two years ago, I became enraptured with a conversation someone on the subway was having with NOT me.

In today's case, the conversation was between a man and his lady companion.  Now this man had one of two possible problems.  Either he was a lunatic OR, he had absolutely no concept of what a joke is.  In either case he was incredibly amused with what he was telling his lady companion.  The story, or at least the part of it I hear, went as follows:

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Hello modern world!

To those who know me, yes, the rumors are true.  I have begrudgingly embraced to comforts of modern day technology and am now on the path to become a technology obsessed drone with an inability to function without a computer or (horrors) without an iphone!

To those of you who are strangers, welcome to TheEdCress.blogspot.com.  I have one of them thar blog things here, but also this site has multiple pages for you to browse at your leisure.  I encourage you to read some of my plays or short stories, view my videos and listen to my audio dramas.   Though there isn't much there now, I know, but I am hoping this blog/website will encourage me to be more prolific.

I will attempt to update this blog daily with long winded observations, embarrassing revelations and short, pointless entries when I am feeling lazy...which will be often.  For now, I will just say hi, and leave it at that.  Explore!  Read!  View!  Listen!  Other verbs!  I'll talk to you all soon.