My daughter has decided a visit to Morrisburg and Kingston were in order, so that's what we'll be doing as well as spending a few days at my sister's cottage in Tiny.
I haven't been posting as much as I normally do this summer and part of it was work-related, and also because I've been spending most of my free time cycling. This month I have cycled a total of 321 kilometres! Tomorrow I am planning to do a 35 km ride, non-stop, because I will be spending my afternoon eating bacon at the Bacon, Beer and Cider Festival in Bowmanville with Bicky.
Behave yourselves, kids!
Friday, August 28, 2015
So this just happened to my cousin
Sometimes when you're on the subway you see cool stuff like this!! #thehighstreets
Posted by Monica Kelly on Friday, August 28, 2015
Douchebags of the GO, I have found your King!
This LSW train was boarding when this guy showed up and claimed this quad as his own, writes AL, using his bike as a barrier. When he was done each section of his newspaper, he tossed each one over his seat despite the fact that someone was sitting in the quad behind him.
He never moved. He didn't care.
ALL HAIL THE KING!
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Another rush hour ride home, another Quiet Zone story
This one comes to us from Stef who rides the LSE.
A father and his two daughters board at Union, along with two very large Minions I presume were won as prizes from some midway ghetto game and head upstairs. Dad decides that each Minion gets a seat so he puts the two of them side by side in a quad and then he and one daughter sit opposite of them, and the other daughter wondered off downstairs.
As you know CJ, the LSE can get quite full, especially the 4:07 pm train, which I was on. People are boarding and giving the WTF look as they look for seats, but no one is asking dad to move the minions. Both he and his daughter have their noses deep into their iPhones.
It's now 4:03 pm and it's becoming standing room only and the Quiet Zone is now full. The Minions still have their seats and at 4:05 pm, a very pregnant lady makes her way upstairs. She surveys the seats and her eyes zero in on the Minions. She makes a face and starts to walk down the aisle towards the quad. The doors are closing message is made and she stands right beside the seats with the Minions and stares at the dad. He's busy looking at his phone. His daughter is playing some game, no headphones, that's making all kinds of blips and bleeps. She looks up. The pregnant lady looks at her. The daughter goes back to her game.
The pregnant lady then asks, loud enough that I can hear her from where I'm sitting, if the Minions have tickets for the seats. The dad looks up. "Pardon?" He asks.
"Did you buy tickets for your guests, here," she asks him. He looks at the Minions. "Uh... no..."
The pregnant lady then leans forward, grabs a Minion and sits down. She passes the Minion to the dad. He takes it from her with an incredulous look on his face.
"Relax," he says to her. "It's been a long day for us and we're getting off at Danforth, so you don't need to be rude," he says, roughly putting the Minion on the floor.
Pregnant lady ignores him as she adjusts herself and looks in her purse.
"Did you hear what I said?" The Dad asks her. His daughter tells him to be quiet. He tells her to be quiet.
Pregnant lady puts in her earbuds.
"I don't care about your long day, your feelings, or your soon to be landfill prize. Please don't talk to me anymore." Pregnant lady says to him and she closes her eyes.
Dad was STEAMING. He starts griping to any one of us who will listen, so finally I said, "Sir, this is the Quiet Zone. If you want to continue your tantrum, you can go downstairs."
He doesn't quit. As we approach Danforth, he tells the whole coach what a bunch of "fucking losers" we are and he huffs his way down the stairs with his carnival prizes, and yells out for the other daughter to get over to where he is.
Stay classy.
A father and his two daughters board at Union, along with two very large Minions I presume were won as prizes from some midway ghetto game and head upstairs. Dad decides that each Minion gets a seat so he puts the two of them side by side in a quad and then he and one daughter sit opposite of them, and the other daughter wondered off downstairs.
As you know CJ, the LSE can get quite full, especially the 4:07 pm train, which I was on. People are boarding and giving the WTF look as they look for seats, but no one is asking dad to move the minions. Both he and his daughter have their noses deep into their iPhones.
It's now 4:03 pm and it's becoming standing room only and the Quiet Zone is now full. The Minions still have their seats and at 4:05 pm, a very pregnant lady makes her way upstairs. She surveys the seats and her eyes zero in on the Minions. She makes a face and starts to walk down the aisle towards the quad. The doors are closing message is made and she stands right beside the seats with the Minions and stares at the dad. He's busy looking at his phone. His daughter is playing some game, no headphones, that's making all kinds of blips and bleeps. She looks up. The pregnant lady looks at her. The daughter goes back to her game.
The pregnant lady then asks, loud enough that I can hear her from where I'm sitting, if the Minions have tickets for the seats. The dad looks up. "Pardon?" He asks.
"Did you buy tickets for your guests, here," she asks him. He looks at the Minions. "Uh... no..."
The pregnant lady then leans forward, grabs a Minion and sits down. She passes the Minion to the dad. He takes it from her with an incredulous look on his face.
"Relax," he says to her. "It's been a long day for us and we're getting off at Danforth, so you don't need to be rude," he says, roughly putting the Minion on the floor.
Pregnant lady ignores him as she adjusts herself and looks in her purse.
"Did you hear what I said?" The Dad asks her. His daughter tells him to be quiet. He tells her to be quiet.
Pregnant lady puts in her earbuds.
"I don't care about your long day, your feelings, or your soon to be landfill prize. Please don't talk to me anymore." Pregnant lady says to him and she closes her eyes.
Dad was STEAMING. He starts griping to any one of us who will listen, so finally I said, "Sir, this is the Quiet Zone. If you want to continue your tantrum, you can go downstairs."
He doesn't quit. As we approach Danforth, he tells the whole coach what a bunch of "fucking losers" we are and he huffs his way down the stairs with his carnival prizes, and yells out for the other daughter to get over to where he is.
Stay classy.
Why does anyone need notifications if you're looking at your phone?
In this day and age, with people checking their phones several times in an hour, why do you need sound?
I don't use it. Don't need it. It's annoying. Especially when the person texting is staring at her phone and reading the messages and responding to the messages as they come in.
TURN IT OFF.
*phone
Dammit.
I don't use it. Don't need it. It's annoying. Especially when the person texting is staring at her phone and reading the messages and responding to the messages as they come in.
TURN IT OFF.
*phone
Dammit.
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Don't hit your brother! EAT ALL OF THE POPCORN! Don't hit your brother! EAT ALL OF THE POPCORN! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Once again, last night, a parent trudged his way up to the Quiet Zone with two kids, acknowledged aloud to the kids it was the Quiet Zone and sat down in two seats by the window near myself and a Twitter friend of mine (@LoudMouthSoup).
One kid sat on the dad's lap. The other kid bounced, and danced, and wiggled, and fidgeted, and sang, and ate popcorn, and sang, and whined, and kicked his brother, and jumped, and ate popcorn, and SLAPPED HIS FATHER (multiple times) and kicked his brother some more while dad kept saying, "If you don't shut up, we're going to be kicked off the train!" and "If you don't sit still, we're going to get in trouble!"
This was punctuated with SHHH! and BE QUIET! and WILL YOU STOP?! and SIT DOWN! and DON'T HIT YOUR BROTHER! and followed by the dad slapping the kid on the leg and the kid slapping his dad back.
It was the slapping part that really threw myself and my Twitter friend. It's not something you see these days - a parent slapping a child, and so openly. I was also disturbed by the how the kid violently kicked his brother and also slapped his dad. As a kid, we were slapped but we never, EVER, slapped back. I wouldn't dare...
As a result, I don't slap my daughter as punishment. I didn't like it myself as a kid and so I don't do it to my child.
Today, I feel like I should have said something. Watching a kid and a parent get physical is just disturbing and also, I don't feel myself and other passengers should have been subjected to it.
Thoughts?
One kid sat on the dad's lap. The other kid bounced, and danced, and wiggled, and fidgeted, and sang, and ate popcorn, and sang, and whined, and kicked his brother, and jumped, and ate popcorn, and SLAPPED HIS FATHER (multiple times) and kicked his brother some more while dad kept saying, "If you don't shut up, we're going to be kicked off the train!" and "If you don't sit still, we're going to get in trouble!"
This was punctuated with SHHH! and BE QUIET! and WILL YOU STOP?! and SIT DOWN! and DON'T HIT YOUR BROTHER! and followed by the dad slapping the kid on the leg and the kid slapping his dad back.
It was the slapping part that really threw myself and my Twitter friend. It's not something you see these days - a parent slapping a child, and so openly. I was also disturbed by the how the kid violently kicked his brother and also slapped his dad. As a kid, we were slapped but we never, EVER, slapped back. I wouldn't dare...
As a result, I don't slap my daughter as punishment. I didn't like it myself as a kid and so I don't do it to my child.
Today, I feel like I should have said something. Watching a kid and a parent get physical is just disturbing and also, I don't feel myself and other passengers should have been subjected to it.
Thoughts?
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Listen up donkeys! COFFEE IS COMING TO THE YORK CONCOURSE
I quote:
"For those of you that need that hot cup of coffee or sweet treat before you get to the office, you'll soon have several shops in the York Concourse Hall to choose from.
"For those of you that need that hot cup of coffee or sweet treat before you get to the office, you'll soon have several shops in the York Concourse Hall to choose from.
- The Railroad Coffee Co. is now open for business across from our ticket sales counter;
- Balzac's Coffee Roasters will be popping up in about a week;
- and a Tim Horton's Café is slated to open next month."
It's coffee time!! Welcome to @GOtransit York Concourse commuters. pic.twitter.com/DK6oUr2vLV
— Anne Marie Aikins (@femwriter) August 25, 2015
Yeaaaaaah, no.
German Student Leonie Müller Fed Up With Paying Rent So Lives On A Train
It might sound like every commuter’s nightmare, but for one German student it is a way of life.
Leonie Müller, 23, has decided to live on a train because she has had enough with landlords and high rent.
After a row with her landlord, the student at Tübingen University near Stuttgart decided to pack her bags, invest in a monthly railway season ticket and relocate to a train around Germany.
She moved her things on to a train in spring after a dispute with her landlord about her apartment, she told The Washington Post.
“I instantly decided I didn’t want to live there any more,” she said. “And then I realised: actually, I didn’t want to live anywhere any more.”
Müller carries her clothes, computer and toiletries on the train in a backpack and washes her hair in a bathroom on one of the carriages.
But I wanna sit upstairs so I can see the ocean!
First, please correct your child. It's a lake, not an ocean.
Second, although you know it's the Quiet Zone and you told your three, all under-seven-year-olds it's a Quiet Zone, how about you be quiet yourself? Listening to you hiss, "Shhhhhh!" every five seconds was more bloody annoying than listening to your four-year-old scream out, "Are we on a twainnnnnn? Is this a twainnnnn?"
And as always, the novelty wore off at around Ajax... this is when it's time to take the kids downstairs. Seriously. Just move.
Thanks.
Second, although you know it's the Quiet Zone and you told your three, all under-seven-year-olds it's a Quiet Zone, how about you be quiet yourself? Listening to you hiss, "Shhhhhh!" every five seconds was more bloody annoying than listening to your four-year-old scream out, "Are we on a twainnnnnn? Is this a twainnnnn?"
And as always, the novelty wore off at around Ajax... this is when it's time to take the kids downstairs. Seriously. Just move.
Thanks.
Monday, August 24, 2015
Friday, August 21, 2015
Knock on the window and ask if "Face" is available
The Shady mcSketch van is back at Aldershot. It just needs "Free Candy & Hugs" spray painted on the side. #GOTrain pic.twitter.com/QpR77kCHfb
— Off the Rails (@GoTrainAvenger) August 20, 2015Thursday, August 20, 2015
Medication with a terrible side effect
Who here knows what a photo finish is? And I don't mean the horse racing kind.
Who here has ever launched themselves off a bus at the first sight of a Tim's or fast food joint to run across a busy highway, tears streaming down your face, hips thrusting against the violent force brewing in your bowels, hand clenched against your stomach, in search of sweet relief?
Anyone?
Let me know how it worked out for you - anonymously of course.
I almost didn't make it. It was *that* close.
Who here has ever launched themselves off a bus at the first sight of a Tim's or fast food joint to run across a busy highway, tears streaming down your face, hips thrusting against the violent force brewing in your bowels, hand clenched against your stomach, in search of sweet relief?
Anyone?
Let me know how it worked out for you - anonymously of course.
I almost didn't make it. It was *that* close.
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
GO boosts Brampton trains and bus service to Pearson
More trains on the Kitchener line and beefed-up bus service to Pearson airport are among the key changes GO Transit is announcing to its fall schedules, effective Sept. 8.
As previously reported in the Star, there will be seven new off-peak, downtown-bound trips from the Mount Pleasant GO station in Brampton and seven corresponding westbound trips…
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