If only I could do the little boy voice that this needs:

The Best Spaceship EVER!
Would fly out in space.
It would have fins like a shark,
And a clown for a face.

Its wings have propellers,
Its sails catch the breeze.
It runs on marshmellows,
And its wheels are skis.

The pilot is brave,
He drinks, like my dad.
He rarely takes showers,
And he yells when he's mad.

"Rimmy! What the hell's wrong with this damn thing? The steering wheel's a frikkin PRETZEL, damn it! Whoa, shit!"

Then it plunges straight into the sun,
And that bastard was never heard from again.

"What?! Rimmy! Rimmy, I'm breaking up! Oh my God, it's a sauna in here! What smells like burnt marshmellows? Dear God! I'm sorry for everything I've ever (hiss crackle)"

And that's the best spaceship EVER!

The crows on site are crazy. As you may remember from previous posts, there are an estimated one hundred thousand of them in the area. But now they spend a good chunk of the night swirling around the buildings, looking very intimidating with their numbers and erratic behavior.

Mind you, they did this last year too. And the year before. They just started doing it a little later.

Now instead of going to roost they cover, and I mean cover the yards and sidewalks in front of all the buildings. And by cover, I mean "completely obscure with copious quantity of bird". It's fun walking home through that, I'll tell you. No suspicious white splotches on my pants so far (ha!), but it's just a matter of time.

On Friday, coming home on the train, there was a bit of a fight. A couple of big drunk young guys hopped on the train about half a dozen stops from mine. No problem.

Next stop, another couple of guys hopped on the train. Also no problem.

Halfway to the next stop, there was some yelling, so I looked up from my book. The two pairs were wrestling with each other. I assumed they knew each other, right up until I saw the fist-to-mouth punching that was going on.

One guy was down on the ground, and was being kicked repeatedly in the head. So much so that he was kicked halfway across the train until his head was under my seat. Sigh.

The kicker came up looking to deliver more, and our eyes met. "Don't make me get involved." was all I said. He could have creamed me, for the record.

He turned and went to devote his attentions to the other guy. I hit the yellow silent alarm, and the guy under my seat rolls out and, still cradling his head, wanders back into the fray to be hit a bunch more. Idiot.

Next stop, they're all thrown off and I ride home in relative peace. Whoo.

Speaking of the weekend, everybody went out to their Halloween events. I thought this year women were going for a sort of fairy/cirque de solei look. So what's with all the crackwhore costumes? I'll never follow shifting fashions.

I didn't spend the weekend doing Halloween stuff, though. I played the hell out of my new game, Guild Wars Nightfall. And I probably had a better time than you did. Free imaginary hats, for the win!