When I log in and see three threads with 30,40,50 responses all between two trolls having a pissing contest on the internet, that is where I have to draw the line. Some of the accounts are new, a few are not so new, and then there's Bartarded. I should have banned you a long LONG time ago, but I put up with your shit because, for the most part, it was on topic. Well, congratulations if you were trying to see how far you could go, you found it.
For the record here is what I have done.
So it's that time again with the striking and the pissing contests to see who can complain the loudest about how terrible their situation is. I'd really like to not have to spend a lot of time banning people, so let's try to be civil huh? Or at least creative and relevant with your insults.
I really like the TO on my regular SF train. He's pretty chill until Embarcadero, then he does a wake up call announcement. He had a great one at Embarcadero this morning:
Alright folks, I’ve been watching the way things have been going here on BartRAGE lately and it’s nice to see some fresh faces again. However, along with that I’ve noticed that more and more the blog format of this site doesn’t reflect the way it is used.
Asshole Rider of the Day
I'm about to get on the (no bikes) evening train when a guy with his mountain bike cuts me off to get on the train ahead of me. Then, he asks an old man who can't be younger than 70 to move to the other side so he can sit with his bike. He sits in the isle so someone else will have to sit behind his dirty tire, then when the train gets full he hassles someone for bumping him.
That is the worst behavior I've seen on BART for a while, it's been pretty tame recently.
Philo's post reminded me of something that happened to me last week. This older couple got on, both of them stinking of liquor, having a low key argument. The guy starts hitting on the woman in front of me, and his wife / girlfriend / hooker comes up and starts telling him, very calmly, to shut his mouth, and that if he didn't he'd be telling it to the judge. And that she works for the judge, so he knows she's not lying.
I was on Facebook today and an ad popped up for this site:
I guess those ads don't cost much.
Bro man you remember me from Facebook bro? Oh man give me a hug bro. No you don't remember me? I seen you on Facebook man... My bro Fred was out with you last week, he was talking to his probation officer and he's totally going to pass man. You got your dolphins hat on that's cool msn as long as it's not the Raiders, huh bro? You don't remember me I was best friends with Stephanie that girl you met at that party last year? I'd hug you but you don't remember me. Oh man if you remembered me we'd be best friends....
I have a pretty small car, so when I see a good space with an asshole parking job next to it I take it anyway. Some beat-ass Mercedes had both tires over the line today. Still made it.
Is it that hard to park inside the lines? They know this lot fills up. I hope they get a ticket.
What a shitty, shitty couple of days to have to haul my ass into the city. Yesterday, rather than take my chances with the protestors I decided to grab the company car and do a grand pick up tour at our different offices, then keep the car overnight. I offered to go back over the bridge people up if needed, but no takers. Made record time out of Oakland. I have heard that other people were not so lucky, sorry to anyone who got stuck in the city for a while, but I atoned for it today. I also had to buy an overnight permit for my car and leave it in the lot... again.
Reposted from Claycord
A camera, with some Very Important Pictures on it, was lost on BART today, and the owners are asking for its return.
Civic Center was all dressed up for the game. There was a huge group of people watching the game on the lawn of City Hall when I left. I snapped a picture of the closed info booth that one of the employees decorated:
I've seen Lynette Sweet talk on camera before but I haven't actually seen Linton Johnson. Short little video worth a watch.
I'm cross-posting this from Claycord because typing it reminded me how angry I am at the people wrecking my commute every single day.