Yesterday morning, around 9:30am on a train from my suburb to the CBD in Melbourne, I had this immensely enjoyable experience: I stepped onto the train, breathed in and was instantly assaulted by this awful smell - thought Sweet Jesus, what the hell is that smell, did somebody die on this carriage?, shrugged, and walked into the aisle to find a seat. I was about to sit down at what was the only empty set of seats on the train when I located the source of this smell - opposite me was this epic patch of oddly-coloured, pink puke, half-dried. Freaked, and immediately found a seat as far away from the delightful display as possible.
Yesterday afternoon, around 2:30pm on a train from the CBD to work, I had this immensely enjoyable experience: as the train pulled up against the platform I was vaguely reminded of the morning's ride. Not nice, given I was eating lunch at the time. I giggled a bit to myself, then boarded the train. What greeted me? THE EXACT SAME LOAD OF SOMEBODY'S MUNT, NOW DRIED AND CRUSTED ON A SEAT AND SMELLING UP THE CARRIAGE EVEN MORE.
Oh, Connex. I don't care what the haters say, your customer service is just undeniably excellent.
Also, just in care anybody cares: while I sort of agree with the sentiments behind the strike (whatever re. SUP, but the deletion of interests such as 'bisexuality' and 'fandom' is fairly ridiculous) but if you're going to strike (and really, it's a boycott, what you're planning) do it in a way where the powers that be might give you know, 0.0000001% of a poop? Mailbomb their offices or something? Urinate on their lawns? And, disgusting but true: I cannot believe that South Park slash actally exists, I really think my brain may begin to dribble out of my ears in a second. It is times like these I believe the universe may well be better off without fandom crazies.