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bktheirregular) wrote2011-02-17 02:53 pm
bktheirregular) wrote2011-02-17 02:53 pm
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Busy days
Family visiting from New York. Not too much to report.
Oh, except that the Valentine's Day commercial crush seems to have missed Athens this year, for the most part. Maybe people were too worried about hordes of hooligans rampaging down Panepistimiou and Stadiou and breaking every window they could reach and maybe following up with fire bombs.
Or maybe people are too annoyed at the transit strikes, which are now averaging three a week.
Three strikes a week, people. Sixty percent of the time, you can't get a bus during the middle of the day on a working day if you need one. And then there are the metro strikes on top of that, which basically choke the city's traffic.
At least I wasn't getting battered with messages about how I needed to be spending lots of money on my sweetheart, with the implication that a lack of a sweetheart would cast me as a total failure as a human being. Or maybe I was being battered with those messages, and they just got lost in the foreign-language advertising I've basically tuned out by now.
Feh.
And to everyone who thinks it's so great to have my birthday on Valentine's day? About as enjoyable as dentistry with a sawzall and no anesthetic.
(I assume.)
(I'm guessing. In some senses I've been fortunate, and my teeth have to rank highly there. Never even had to have a tooth drilled or filled.)
(Well, there was the one front tooth that had an indentation in its front from the moment it came out, and then got chipped, and had to have a prosthetic fascia put on it, but that's not quite the same thing.)
(Still, it never had a cavity. Guess that makes me lucky.)
(And that's too much information, isn't it?)
Oh, except that the Valentine's Day commercial crush seems to have missed Athens this year, for the most part. Maybe people were too worried about hordes of hooligans rampaging down Panepistimiou and Stadiou and breaking every window they could reach and maybe following up with fire bombs.
Or maybe people are too annoyed at the transit strikes, which are now averaging three a week.
Three strikes a week, people. Sixty percent of the time, you can't get a bus during the middle of the day on a working day if you need one. And then there are the metro strikes on top of that, which basically choke the city's traffic.
At least I wasn't getting battered with messages about how I needed to be spending lots of money on my sweetheart, with the implication that a lack of a sweetheart would cast me as a total failure as a human being. Or maybe I was being battered with those messages, and they just got lost in the foreign-language advertising I've basically tuned out by now.
Feh.
And to everyone who thinks it's so great to have my birthday on Valentine's day? About as enjoyable as dentistry with a sawzall and no anesthetic.
(I assume.)
(I'm guessing. In some senses I've been fortunate, and my teeth have to rank highly there. Never even had to have a tooth drilled or filled.)
(Well, there was the one front tooth that had an indentation in its front from the moment it came out, and then got chipped, and had to have a prosthetic fascia put on it, but that's not quite the same thing.)
(Still, it never had a cavity. Guess that makes me lucky.)
(And that's too much information, isn't it?)