Junk It
Posted by: SuperGurl in Dead Cat Bounce, Earth Lawyers are Sleazy, SuperGurl's Wurld
San Francisco. I landed the day after the election. Not the best place for a conservative to spend the apocalypse, but you know, no one embraces the suck like I can. So I went and enjoyed every minute of it.
Never had been there before. And it was a whirlwind. I went there for work. It was in no way a junket. It was among the most stressful experiences of my career, actually. A lot of things were made clear for me. Things that, looking back, I’d rather have languished in denial a little longer. Hindsight’s 20/20, and all that.
And the Golden Gate made for interesting background noise for all of it. I don’t remember knowing anything about it before, but I got an interesting history lesson while waiting for the sun to peek into the pacific time zone.
He told me that the bridge was designed prior to the great crash of 1929, and how the economy entering the Great Depression had thrown even more cold water on the idea of building “the bridge that could not be built.”
The guy that was telling me was there from New York. His foreign dialect rang familiar in my ears and intensified my interest in the tale. And he’s explaining the hard times, the protests, all led by the Ferries, because before the bridge of course, the only way across the Golden Gate was by riding a ferry… F-E-R-R-Y.”
And he actually spelled it. I said, “I know, I’m from Texas, but did you really just spell “ferry” at me?” Which of course made me think about riding a fairy across the bay. How could I not? I freaking detest when I find myself drowning in gutter thoughts like that. Honestly, I blame you people.
But it cost me the end of the Ferry showdown story. And a real life drama that enveloped the same time period as the Great Depression. I love the Great Depression. My narrator said their were books on the subject, and I intended to buy one, but alas, this is all I learned. Maybe I’ll hit a book store this weekend.
Or, you could make up some history for me in the comments? C’mon. Finish the story for me, would ya? Let’s play some mad libs history, can we? It’s the weekend, make up something meaningful. It’s good exercise for a dull world. Thanks for your historical perversions in advance. I dig your madness.
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December 27th, 2008 at 5:22 pm
Everyone knows that when you cease to believe in ferries, they disappear.
December 27th, 2008 at 9:11 pm
Made-up history, but keep it out of the gutter, eh? Ummmm … I got nuthin.
December 28th, 2008 at 4:48 am
It occurs to me that I pronounce “ferry” the same way I pronounce “furry.” Sort of like a Furris Wheel.
Y’all tawk funny.
December 28th, 2008 at 10:26 am
But on the other side, exiting the ferry, “furry” you were met by a a woman with a shotgun, and told you could shoot anything that looked remotely like it belonged to “Code Pink”. Just make sure you stay out of the splatter zone…
December 28th, 2008 at 12:16 pm
i resent that you linked me to the word “liar.” what are you trying to say?
and sheeeyit, what kind of a self-respecting yankee says “furry,” as in, the staten island furry? it’s F-E-R-R-Y…feh-ree. feh. ree. like great feh-rookin’ hair. feh.
could i go on the record as stating that nothing good ever came out of the garden state?
December 28th, 2008 at 12:38 pm
honeybunny, i meant both of you, equally familiar. the liar thing was purely coincidental, nothing could be further from the truth. my apologies. at least it gave you an opening to slam new jersey? the guy i met definitely didn’t say furry. plus, you know folks that live in glass houses love liars, don’t you? we do. relax. no matter what i said, what i meant was, i love and miss you. we cool?
December 28th, 2008 at 6:44 pm
It’s not “feh,” it’s “fuh.”
December 30th, 2008 at 3:34 pm
Is that the bridge to nowhere?
December 30th, 2008 at 6:16 pm
Faries in San Francisco. Who would of ever thought it?
December 31st, 2008 at 9:09 am
Honeybunny…sigh.
Duh, of course we are cool…you have to ask?! I thought it was fuh-nny, the liar thing. Mostly comment constipated at the mo’…happy new year to you and your boys.
December 31st, 2008 at 7:49 pm
Ummm, the real reason they built the bridge was so the fairies could travel to their orgies in Sausalito in their warm fairymobiles. heh heh
I actually love San Francisco. I was just there the end of summer. Did you make it over to Sausalito? Judging by the angle of that picture, you were just down the shoreline from it. San Francisco people leave much to be desired but I do enjoy the city’s atmosphere. I have tons of family there and so I travel down about once a year. But you couldn’t pay me enough to live there or San Jose or any of those towns around the Bay Area, especially Oakland. Yuck!!!
Happy New Year! I can’t decide if I’m going to stay in or go out and get loaded. decisions… I have two party invites but for some reason I just can’t get off my butt and head out the door.
January 7th, 2009 at 11:11 am
If you ever go to Colorado Springs and have time, go a little south by Canon City and visit the Royal Gorge Bridge. It’s over the Arkansas river. It is the highest bridge in America and if you’re afraid of heights it’ll give you a major case of the willies. It is also the prototype for the Golden Gate bridge. It looks like miniature version of it. They built it to test the concept then proceeded to make the big one.
January 11th, 2009 at 4:01 pm
Fort Baker!
January 11th, 2009 at 5:43 pm
Well Faerie cross the mersea to you too. Happy new year!
The bridge, incidentally, was actually built in two weekends. The engineers, in order not to be expected to do that kind of work every time, created a grand illusion where the completed bridge couldn’t be seen for several years, to delay the “apparent” completeion date. Several unsolved murders exist that this simple fact would solve.
You asked.