That the reason I love NY is for the little things.
Last night, after wending my way through the tourist hell that is Times Square, I made it safely over to Hell's Kitchen where I met my friends for some jolly comraderie and imbibing prior to our scheduled appearance at the Broadway musical, "Spamalot." This is the new show based on Monty Python's "The Holy Grail" and is quite brilliant and hytserical. If you have a sense of humor at all, see it. Oh, and the lead characters are Tim Curry, Hank Azaria and David Hyde Pierce. The supporting cast is also superb.
Enough of that. As I walked with my friend to Grand Central in the lightly falling snow, it was one of those magical NY moments - like the scene in the lame-but-I-still-watch-it-when-it's-on movie "Serendipity" where the snow is swirling all around and there's a glove flying through the air and they're in Central park....anyway, a great night, nice fat snowflakes, quiet. NY is my favorite when it's captured in an isolated snow cocoon.
As we head into the station, my friend remembers that there is a squash tournament somewhere. We find it. Yep, bleachers and a glass-encased squash court are set up directly off the grand hall. I mean, where else can you:
1. See famous actors in a comic musical, then....
2. Walk through a winter wonderland and enjoy it's simplicty, then...
3. See a squash tournament in a train station on your way home.
And all before 10:30 PM on a Thursday.
Ah, NY. I need to be reminded - sometimes.
Friday, February 25, 2005
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Wow, SUCH breaking News!
From CNN.com (posted 12:20 PM est):
BREAKING NEWS
President Bush says he and Russian President Putin agree Iran should not have nuclear weapons. Details soon.
Comment: Why is it breaking news that the two most powerful nuclear powers have decided that Iran shouldn't have nukes, when the real story is that THE TWO MOST NUCLEAR POWERS STILL HAVE NUKES AND AREN'T DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT?? Oh, and Russia was supplying nukes to Iran. That must be a sidebar story not worth actually discussing...
BREAKING NEWS
President Bush says he and Russian President Putin agree Iran should not have nuclear weapons. Details soon.
Comment: Why is it breaking news that the two most powerful nuclear powers have decided that Iran shouldn't have nukes, when the real story is that THE TWO MOST NUCLEAR POWERS STILL HAVE NUKES AND AREN'T DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT?? Oh, and Russia was supplying nukes to Iran. That must be a sidebar story not worth actually discussing...
Pray for the Papal
Everyone, put your hands together and do what MC Hammer once requested: "Pray...PRAY!"
I'm not Catholic - I'm not even religious. I actually have some strong opinons on organized religion. But this is not the forum for that and I will not preach (oh, my sides, they are keeling me from my pun) to you here, without your ability to pipe in.
But please say a word or few for our good papal's health. He just has a new book out that needs publicity. And if he continues illin', I have work-related stuff that will be affected (no good). I also don't want the hordes to be in Rome when I'm there in March.
So maybe my reasons are selfish. But everyone has their time, and I feel that the Pope still has a lot of life in him. Keep on truckin'.
(NOTE: I mean no disrespect. Take it or leave it.)
I'm not Catholic - I'm not even religious. I actually have some strong opinons on organized religion. But this is not the forum for that and I will not preach (oh, my sides, they are keeling me from my pun) to you here, without your ability to pipe in.
But please say a word or few for our good papal's health. He just has a new book out that needs publicity. And if he continues illin', I have work-related stuff that will be affected (no good). I also don't want the hordes to be in Rome when I'm there in March.
So maybe my reasons are selfish. But everyone has their time, and I feel that the Pope still has a lot of life in him. Keep on truckin'.
(NOTE: I mean no disrespect. Take it or leave it.)
Friday, February 18, 2005
WHY??!
Ok, wow, so quick, posting #2 already:
I will randomly post rules as I see them.
Office Courtesy Rule #1:
When cooking nasty-ass skanky fish, DO NOT use office microwave. Dry heaving is no fun.
I will randomly post rules as I see them.
Office Courtesy Rule #1:
When cooking nasty-ass skanky fish, DO NOT use office microwave. Dry heaving is no fun.
My first post
Wow. This is a red letter day in the land of me. Friends call me Bacon. Foes know better. A wealth of possibilites abound in cyberspace as to what I can write about. Since I have been a slacker and have been talking about creating this damn easy thing for about 3 months, I have finally convinced myself of it's simplicity and away we go. Come fly with me....
Hmmm, I sit here and have attempted two thoughts already, and I'm just not feelin' 'em. This is momentous. I want to write something earth-chattering, life-changing, something that will make the 4 of you reading this cry out to the eaves and sing my praises. Alas, it's Friday. I have work to do.
So I'm instead going to praise a great thing. A smoked, cured meat. Prociutto it ain't. I'm talking good, ol' fashioned BACON. This is my nickname. It's not because I'm a fatty or some disgusting person who ingests a pound of bacon daily. I like the taste, I'll admit it. I like it on burgers and turkey sandiwiches. It's great with pancakes or on an egg and cheese. But I was lovingly given Bacon as my nickname for the sole purpose of begging a Johnny Rockets waitress to slap some bits on cheese fries (DISCLAIMER: It was late. I'd been drinking. It should also be noted that I ordered the first thing on the menu because I thought it would be the biggest. I then ate it slathered in ketchup. )
So there you have it. I will refer to Bacon often, both as myself and as a meaty treat that's enjoyable when ingested in moderation. Enjoy Bacon, folks. Life is just too damn short.
Hmmm, I sit here and have attempted two thoughts already, and I'm just not feelin' 'em. This is momentous. I want to write something earth-chattering, life-changing, something that will make the 4 of you reading this cry out to the eaves and sing my praises. Alas, it's Friday. I have work to do.
So I'm instead going to praise a great thing. A smoked, cured meat. Prociutto it ain't. I'm talking good, ol' fashioned BACON. This is my nickname. It's not because I'm a fatty or some disgusting person who ingests a pound of bacon daily. I like the taste, I'll admit it. I like it on burgers and turkey sandiwiches. It's great with pancakes or on an egg and cheese. But I was lovingly given Bacon as my nickname for the sole purpose of begging a Johnny Rockets waitress to slap some bits on cheese fries (DISCLAIMER: It was late. I'd been drinking. It should also be noted that I ordered the first thing on the menu because I thought it would be the biggest. I then ate it slathered in ketchup. )
So there you have it. I will refer to Bacon often, both as myself and as a meaty treat that's enjoyable when ingested in moderation. Enjoy Bacon, folks. Life is just too damn short.
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