Everything points towards home:

Well, nothing of particular interest happened to me on this day.  Yeah, I went to the doctor and found out that my foot might be broken for the third time (long story) and I kinda got the day off, but otherwise, it was just a normal conventional day.  Other than the interestingly notated date.

Nevertheless, I decided to turn this into a bit of a photo essay day.  I was going to photograph my entire day, from coffee to torturous ride home on the world’s worst train, but that got a bit shortened because of the icky, terrible weather Boston was having in the morning.

I guess you could call this a photo essay, in that it does follow my day and my day involves a lot of time on what I have nicknamed “the world’s worst train.”  I have already dedicated an entry to this bane of my existence and it’s slowness, unreliability and generally crappiness.  Today though and perhaps it was the fact that it was 11/11/11, but the green line wasn’t so awful.  Yeah, I had to stand and yeah, I got some funny looks from people for standing there with a camera, but people were actually nicer to me because I had the camera.  That never happens.

I stood on the green line and I thought “man, I can’t imagine my life without this train.”  I bet I could live in one of those neighborhoods in Boston that is on the fancier blue, red or orange line, but I live on the green line and I get the feeling I will live here for a while.  The green line, I think actually does have some charm.  I can’t believe I said that after how much I bitch about it, but it has this sort of old time feel that I really like.  Now if it could just run a little more efficiently, that would be great.

MBTA, if you are reading this and I know you are, here is how to fix the Green Line (and believe me, I’ve been waiting to get this off my chest for AGES):

1. Fewer stops.  Does Boston University need 25 stops?  No.  Young people are young and strong.  Make them walk.

2. A schedule.  Any schedule.

3. Open cars and by that I mean cars that you can move back and forth in.

4. More express trains, so there is at least a hope in hell one can get to work on time.

Well, OK, rant over.  Let’s enjoy some photos while we consider the fate of our beloved Charlie.  First up, the train itself.  Now mind you these are not the trains I take.  Rather these are trains that passed by while I was waiting for the train I take.  The Green Line, teaching you patience:

And the passengers, getting on and getting off.  Sometimes I think my life is “get on green line, get off green line, get on green line, get off green line.”  Me and about a million other people:

Let’s not forget about the waiting.  There is a waiting.  An integral part of life on the green line:

And the interior of the train.  The second photo has the important date on it:

This shot, this was just luck.  Today I wasn’t angry I had to wait for the green line:

The last part is the best part.  You are almost home and here is the view:

Yes, this is the Massachusetts State House.  No, I don’t feel like going into any more detail.  Let’s dispense with the chit chat and enjoy some photos:

Well, in particular I think either the set designers, production designers or the photography directors read my blog, because at the end of tonight’s episode, Charles “Chuckles” Bass walked off into the dark night right into a steam pipe dramatically pushing steam into the air.

There have been photos of steam pipes up here before and steam itself.  Hey, it gives the city that Blade Runner look I love so much. Anyway, Chuckles, accept the fact that Blair is going to go off into the Monegasque sunset with Prince Lady Face.  Come to Boston, for it is both sacred and profaned.  And full of these, which I know you LOVE:

Well, and Bass is sometimes seen in the day time, isn’t he?  Because if he isn’t, then he misses these things:

And the best for last:

Yes Gossip Girl producers, I agree to continue being your muse.

Like I mentioned before on this blog, on Saturday I went to meet Rufus, Westminster Dog Show Champion of 2006 and giant dog shaped teddy bear.  He sat regally atop what looked like a throne, but was probably just a box and calmly let himself be petted and poked and prodded.  This is not the bull terrier I know.  I mean he is adorable and a true champion through and through and a therapy dog, but again, not like the bull terrier I know and love.

This is the bull terrier I know and love:

This is what I know and love.  Now this isn’t the bull terrier I used to live with, that ate my comforter and did her business in the pet store, but it may as well have been.  They look exactly alive and this dog also behaved exactly like her.  Why did I get so many gorgeous shots of Rufus?  Because he was sitting still.  This is his granddaughter and she was running around as though she had just been freed from a long confinement.

Why is this picture in profile?  Well, it’s hard to get a good photo when the object is moving around all the time.

And jumping on people:

I believe in reincarnation.  I hope to come back as a champion show dog — retired.  Like sweet, darling Rufus:

I guess this will become a feature of this blog, where I will post photos of people who I think are wearing something interesting or generally look interesting.  Like these two:

I mean it must be hard, being a celebrity.  Paparazzi follow you around all the time.  They judge you on your 72 day marriages.  They report your weight fluctuations and they never leave you alone.

Yup, celebrity life is hard.  Unless you are this guy:

Oh sorry, don’t recognize him from the cover of US Magazine.  Haven’t seen him on E! News.  Well, it is for good reason.  Because he is so much more accomplished.  His name is Ch. Rocky Tops Sundance Kid, but that is mouthful so everybody calls him Rufus. Rufus is by no means a regular dog.  His is a colored bull terrier and he has a resume.  A very impressive resume.  Here it is:

• The Silverwood Trophy winner, 2001.
• Bull Terrier Club of America National Specialty winner, 2002 and 2004.
• Bull Terrier Fanciers Association of Canada, Bronze Trophy and National Specialty, 2003.
• 31-time winner of All Breed Best in Show.
• Bronze Trophy
• BTFA Nat. Specialty Canada 
• BTCA National Specialty Winner (2x)
• Multiple Winner of the Pedigree & Eukanuba Championships
• Am.  Champion, R.O.M.