Janus. Communist Scum

Too bad they play pretty well.

Cellphones or Drum Relays?

One thing that keeps me from being a Yak Nut is that the bloody thing's prepaid and I have limited minutes until 9. So basically I say, "When, where and what, bro? Next Tuesday? Motley Crue cover band whose lead singer is a girl that yodels? At O'Malligan's Pub? Bye."

People that don't know me think I'm being rude, while people that do know me are positive that I'm being rude.

But the other thing is that I teach guitar lessons and go to all of my vict...students' houses and I have to ride the bus because a car's out of the question.

And that's where I get fed up with phones.

And Bluetooths.

Why does some knuckle-dragging Muh Dick, who can't figure out Galileo's First Principle of Trousers' Proximity to the Buttocks, need a blinking light coming out of his left ear? Is he a cardiac surgeon on-call at Medical University? Does he manage a hedge fund? Has he got a direct line to Obama's Undersecretary Of Chicken?

He's got a $200 iPhone and he's paying his bus fare in Social Services C.A.R.T.A. tokens.

The real thing that pisses me off is that the bus sign says "No Radios Without Headphones" and a picture of a boombox with a red slash-out in case you're not even supposed to be in the US and can't tawk English.

Yet Nameeka and Letrelle will just repeatedly play their "Ring" tones, which is usually the latest release by J-Dawg Taylor and Probation Revoked or whoever they're jiving to these days.

And when the bus driver tells them they gotta use headphones, they'll go, "Oh, my bad. I'm getting a phonecall".