50, 000 Idiots Can't Be Wrong

Coming up on this weekends show:

nothing. At least I have nothing written, hopefully between now and then the muse will strike. Currently my brain is so scrambled by my day job Danny Thomas just called and wants me to rest my head on his glass coffee table. Ugh!

Many public transportation centers have areas that smell like urine but here in Cleveland we've got it down to an artform. Where most cities have neglected staircases that stink of hobo pee, here at our train stations they piss in the elevators. The stink factor in an enclosed elevator vs an open air staircase is mind boggling. In the minute it takes to take such a ride you wind up feeling as if your very essence, your soul is permeated with piss.

However, someone has finally done something about it at at least one train station. They've put some of that urinal cake stuff in the corner of the elevator. Admittedly, it's still pretty disgusting but it's nowhere near as disgusting as the elevator without the urinal cake and I think we need to applaud this kind of brave thinking. Many people would scowl at such a thing as admitting defeat. Many people would insist that the only solution would involve stopping people from pissing in the elevators. Sometimes the only way to win is to change the rules. I'm not trying to make this post an allegory about the Iraq war or anything but sometimes it's important to see that it's not always just a choice between victory and defeat.

And while we're thinking outside the box here tonight, why don't we napalm our frozen sidewalks? Surely that would be an effective way to melt all the snow and ice and much safer than making people walk on slick paths where they can fall into the street, slipping on slick ice hidden under newly fallen snow.