This morning, we broke out our new Metra passes for the month… and Liz noticed that the design for December looked like a train barreling through a series of explosions.
So instead of using my phone, I have to order in person like a shnook. But what this means is that instead of printing my name out on a sticker, someone has to write it down by hand.
On my way in to work this morning, I saw this at my Metra stop. I immediately muttered to myself “That’s not right.”
Spotted this near the end of our block, where it seemed like some excess water was being relieved. I’ve spotted something like this a few times before, and the amount of water coming out always varies – sometimes it’s a steady stream, sometimes it kicks out in a strong burst.
Spotted these marks on the Metra tracks near 55/56/57, and wondered what they were for. My best guess is that they indicate some area for repair, but I’m really not certain.
Walking to work today, Liz and I had a moment where we realized our adulthood: finding candy in the street, and resisting the urge to pick it up and eat it.
There were a few folks in an open office nearby – probably wondering what that strange guy was doing, standing alone, laughing to himself, and wondering why he was taking a picture of a broken chair. This town is full of weirdos.
The sound of road work began pretty early this morning, circa 7AM. I know construction crews get an early start (typically arriving on a site by 6AM or earlier and ending around 3PM). But I guess this means we’re in for a lot of heavy thuds and beeping trucks for the next few weeks.
I can make out most of it, like Peter Rabit and Minecraft. And a few others I can kind of figure out (like Frosint is probably Frozen). But heck if I can figure out those two on the bottom row, far left.
I know someone was working here, and needed the manhole cover to remain exposed. I like how this didn’t need a sign, and still conveyed the message “I’m going to fix it tomorrow.”
After a few steps, it dawned on me – well of course they don’t have handcuffs. These aren’t cops, they’re guarding money. And so they care very little about arresting someone. They’re more concerned with keeping the money (and themselves) safe, and I guess that means shooting the other guy.
Spotted this small, singular mini-stonehenge as I was walking to work. It looked to me like there was some yardwork happening, and someone decided to get a little fancy with the leftover materials.
Spotted this on my walk to work, and found it lovely, self-referential, and symmetrical. And incredibly satisfying.
A week or so back, I walked in to work and saw Ferris Bueller’s Day Off was playing! A great movie, of course. But it felt a little mean to have this playing, while everyone had to walk past and head in to work.