Under the underground

A triptych of photos from a Metro train station. That's right. I took pictures in a public place, which, in this era, is an act of rebellion.

Or it's just a way to capture some interesting angles in a way that's no threat to anyone. It's so difficult to distinguish those nowadays.

(Not that you'd really know this was in a train station unless I told you.)

Enjoy. Until "the man" shuts me down.





(Attention FBI: It just looks like that's an arriving train coming into the third shot. Because it is. But let's not dwell on that.)

This is not helping

The following is grammatically accurate: true or false?

"It's true; the dog licked its own genitals."

Answer: Depends on your preference regarding use of the semicolon.

Oh, you thought I'd focus on something else. How about a bit of a rant?

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People who cannot get the hang of the possessive not indicated with apostrophes need to stop using contractions. They won't, because they're idiots (even if they comport themselves with reasonable skill in areas other than grammar), and more so because they can get away without correctly differentiating "it's" from "its"; such distinctions are no longer of import in our society (the failure to know the difference would not prevent one from being elected president, for example).

These are the depths to which we have fallen. Perhaps more accurately, these are the depths where we have always been but where previously we pretended we were above but where the shared delusion has worn away.

On the way down

Heading down the tremendously long escalator to the Pershing Square station on L.A.'s Metro Red Line:
Above, the shot uploaded directly to this site.
And below, here's the exact same shot, when uploaded to flickr and referenced here:

Go ahead an click on them to see what the difference is.


Never let it be said I don't give my readers choices. Even ones they don't need.


Feel free to click on the Comments link below and offer your thoughts. Perhaps you've ridden an escalator and would like to talk about that experience, for example.

Giving you that insider's view that no one else is

Recognize this? It's an area that thousands of people visit every day, although, admittedly, it's not usually photographed from this angle.


Okay, I'll give you a somewhat more conventional view:


















So the next time you're walking down Hollywood Boulevard to the west of Highland Avenue, and you stop looking at the Kodak Theatre, the El Capitan Theatre, Grauman's Chinese, and the Hooters at the ground level of the TV Guide building, you can think to yourself, Hey, I've seen the back side of that Norbit billboard on Doug's site. Because of that, I'm better than these other tourists.

Slither

The original Snakes on a Plane came in 1981, and it was called Raiders of the Lost Ark. Indy flees from the spear-hurling natives after stealing the golden idol, jumps into the seat of the prop plane, looks down to see the pilot's pet slithering by his feet, and screams, "Snakes! I hate snakes!"

When one has cast Samuel L. Jackson, one is obligated to include "mother fucking" in the dialog, but the sentiment is otherwise pretty much the same.

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That would have been vastly more appropriate months ago. I may as well as start actively priding myself on how untimely I prove to be in most areas.