So...This Weather....

How is it not The Rapture?

House In The House

This episode of House is super good, although I don't appreciate the perpetuation of the idea that women who work with a bunch of guys are always inches away from sleeping with them, especially when the women are doctors, high on drugs, and reeling over possibly being infected with HIV. I mean, the first thing I do when I think I have HIV is get loaded and have sex, but you know, that's me. Potato, po-tah-to!

A Bronx Tale

Witnessed 2 transportation-related altercations, a fire (or something invloving 80 firetrucks and as many firefighters of varying handsomeness), and one instance of BORDERLINE CHILD ABUSE all in one day. Bronx, where have you been all my life?

The following occurred on a bus in Morris Park:

A huge dude with dreads and three children (all with dreads) boarded the bus. After they got on, other people continued to board the bus, as is their way when they need to go somewhere. After 20 seconds of more boarding, the huge dude yelled out "People got places to be, man," in an angry and rude manner. Oddly, passengers continued to board regardless as they also have places to be and thus, are attempting to ride the bus (weird). The bus began moving and then stopped a few minutes later. A kid bumped into one of the dreaded dude's kids on his way out of the bus, causing the dreaded kid to yell "Hey," or some such brief exclamation of surprise/annoyance. At this point, the dreaded dude reached outside the bus doors and "tapped" the kid (I'm not actually sure what he did physically to him; he could have shoved or poked him) and yelled, "Hey! You just bumped into my son. You bumped into him." I was unable to see the kid's reaction as it occurred, but at that point, the doors closed and the bus left, leaving me to think, Hmmm...what a totally ridiculous and aggressive jerk, but at least he seems to have stopped spewing contemptible bile for the time being, at which point, as if in answer to some never-posed question regarding his sanity/appropriateness as a parent/general antichrist status, he looked down at his son, imitated his cry of surprise with a mocking, girlish squeal, and said:

"If someone bumps into you, you trip 'em."

To the sound of my ovaries imploding on themselves....scene.

Alternate titles for this entry:

"Parenting Is Easy if You Don't Care"
"How Killers Are Made"
"Why You Shouldn't Forget Your Orth0"
"Two Wrongs Make A Disgusting"
"The Future"

No Coffee Due to Mystery

The following sign was hung on the door to the Starbucks on 29th and 3rd (?) on saturday at 7 pm-ish:

We are closed until tomorrow due to an unprecedented accident. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Um...WHAT THE HELL IS AN "UNPRECEDENTED ACCIDENT?"

When I looked inside, there were some employees milling around with garbage bags.

A mystery...

Hypothesis: chemical spill OR "human protein contamination."

Dear People Driving on the FDR, Guy Walking East on 27th

Please stop getting into accidents right outside my window and singing "Wicked Games" by Chris Isaac badly and out loud, respectively. That's the second accident in as many weeks. I do not know how many times the dude has sang "Wicked Games" aloud; once was enough.

New Fave Person

For reals, I love this dude.

Odds, Ends, and Lester Holt

I just saw Coastlines, a just-released-but-not-new movie actually filmed in 2002, directed by Victor Nunez (of Ulee's Gold fame). A lot of critics have commented on its somewhat John Sayles- feel, and the NY Times didn't think much of it. I must say, I really thought it was pretty good, though some of the criticisms in the times review were not unwarranted. It sort of makes me wish I had cable so I could watch Deadwood, because Timothy Olyphant is one of the best actors working today. His performance in Coastlines was less creepy-cocky and more creepy-quiet than in Go (a movie I admit really liking even though it resembles a kind of teen-aged Pulp Fiction with all the good stylized elements filtered through some sort of MTV Movie Awards carnival meat grinder), and as an aside, he's got the whitest whites-of-the-eyes I think I've ever seen. I must mention his oddly unsettling yet sexy presence as I "think on it often." He was even good in Dreamcatcher, which was basically a movie about bloody diarrhea aliens. Also, he was somehow born in 1968, which is, to me, kind of unbelievable. Thanks, IMDB!

In short, see Coastlines!

(Also: the people who comment on IMDB are totally weird)

In other news, I'm pretty sure I saw Lester Holt, local NY news anchor, in the Barnes and Noble in Greenwich Village today. It remains unclear.

This weather is awful and makes EVERYTHING sweat and/or smell bad.

I kind of want to see Dreamcatcher again, now that I'm thinking about it. Wasn't it weird how the dude inside the dude's head had a british accent, but the dude himself didn't, even though it was the same dude? DID ANYONE EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT I JUST TYPED?