Chelsea's posterous

Capital Metro's wonderfully unaccessable train stops

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> Traveling from the TV station to the the Kramer Metro Rail is > *really* fun! Almost the whole walk from Metric and Kramer to the > stop, which is two blocks past Kramer and Braker, is completely > devoid of sidewalks. Cap Metro paved a little section next the > station, but once you walk east for about 30 feet it vanishes into > an undisturbed field of two-foot tall weeds, which is full of sticky > burrs. Walking in the street isn't an option, obviously, especially > in less pedestrian-friendly North Austin. (you'll also notice there > is a connector bus stop in the photos, but no running connector bus > yet.)
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> I don't bike for the same reasons I don't drive, and even if I did, > there is a two-bike-per-car rule (which, admittedly, they enforce > about as often as they check tickets, read: never.) I can't imagine > other cities with public transit make their passengers clomp through > muddy, burr-clogged fields to get to their rail platforms. God > forbid someone in a wheelchair wanted to be more independent and use > the train.
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> I can't see this getting fixed anytime soon, since Capital Metro > loses money every time it runs the train. Still, the problem needs > to be adressed by the city or Cap Metro.
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My Secret Canadian Mother?

 


This morning I got an e-mail from someone at a shaw.ca domain that read:

Hi Chelsea

Do you have any pictures of Lyndsay's birthday?  If you have any can you send them to me?

Thanks Mom xx

Now, I don't know a Lyndsay, and my mom isn't the person in the e-mail. So two things are possible:

1)This is some new evil form of spam
2)I have a secret CANADIAN MOTHER!!!

The second option sounds more awesome. I already know that I'm too pale for sunlight, so the probability that I was born in a secret Canadian lab just went even higher. I've got divorced parents, so I already know the joy of two Christmases, but what about another Christmas?

My friend Jeff suggested I ask for a Necky, which is apparently the Snuggie bastard child for people too dumb for scarves. I'm thinking more along the lines of a Royal Canadian Kilted Yak.

But I'm afraid to send Magical Canadian Mother my Christmas list, because she might also be an Evil Spam Robot, and instead of any product that will keep me warm, I'll just get offers for cheap pharmacuticals. Mmm, cheap pharmacuticals.