I would like to write one more blog before off the subject of film for right now. If you don't agree,tough! Its my blog,ha ha ha!!!!!!
Public transportation can be good and bad at the same time. The good part about it is you are conserving fuel for what ever vehicle you might own, and it is also, to some extent a good way to see parts of the city you live in or the city you are visiting.
Bad part about public transportation is it takes you hours to get some where so you really have to plan ahead to get the right connection that you need.
The other thing wrong with public transportation is the people.
I can tell you story upon story about either being on a city bus or even on a coach bus like greyhound and encountering the strangest of people. No joke.
Being on a greyhound (for those that may not know, it is a bus line that goes through the United States and Canada) is an adventure in itself, and not necessarily a good one. You get all kinds. From toddler's who wanna scream the Barney theme song as loud as they can or some psycho who wants to stand in the middle of the isle and stare out the windshield.
All though I must admit, if I am going to travel and not drive my self and I don't need a plane, I take a train. Not a bad ride and the people are some what decent.
In San Diego, California they have what they call the San Diego Trolley. Basically a commuter train sort of on the order of a subway. Also not a bad ride. Kinda fun, actually if you are a first time visitor to the city and want to look around, the trolley can take you places a car can not.
All though, just like a bus, the San Diego trolley does get its fair share of, shall I say interesting people.
It was the summer of 2004 and at the time I was in San Diego about 8:00 am and we had just got into the downtown area of the county when this elderly gentle man, if I had to guess (and I guess I do) of about 60 or so gets on the trolley and decides he is going to sit by me. Not a problem.
The problem was sitting across from me was this woman with her feet propped up on my seat sleeping. he man See's the woman and instead of asking her to please move he grabs her feet and shoves them off of the seat.
The woman got up and started hitting the old man, so much that he nearly landed into me. Scary, if I may say.
Both of them were wrong, obviously. The man was wrong for pushing the lady down and the lady was in the wrong for hitting to old man.
Once again, scary.
I do have one memorable bus ride story as a child. I am on a bus with my mother. I think we were coming back from visiting aunts and uncles and I don't recall the bus driver taking any freeways. All I remember is him stopping at every bus stop and a young David (guess who)complaining it was taking too long.
D out
Tomorrow and for at least the next week in a half: Film Techniques.
