Heat Wave Hijinx
So, as I mentioned, I have no air conditioning. As a result, I've slept about 4 hours in as many days. Today I had to buy a cup of coffee AFTER 5 pm, which I would never normally do, just to stay awake while reading in Borders Books (I still had to put my head down on the cafe table and didn't realize I had fallen asleep until I jerked awake like a crazy epileptoid). Being that I feel like the walking dead, and this heat is magnifying my complete and utter zombification, I decided to engage in my favorite pastime when it's hot out: going to the movies. And since I already felt like a horror show, I thought I would see a horror movie: The Descent. I was amazed to see it was getting good reviews (so rare for horror movies these days), so I thought I'd "indulge," even though I've been skittish about such movies ever since the effing High Tension fiasco (the fiasco=ridiculous movie).
It turns out, you can't even go to the movies to get out of the heat anymore. Right before the movie started, a theater employee came out and announced that due to the "brownout" (which is a totally gross term, btw), it "wasn't going to get much cooler than this" in the theater, "this" being kind of warm for everyone's tastes. Of course, I felt like a complete doofus as I had gone as far as bringing a sweater with me in anticipation of the freeze that would ensue after a few minutes in the hopefully icy-cold theater. This was not to be, however, and further, I forgot that New Yorkers really like to make moviegoing an interactive experience. They don't just take, they give, too. Thus, shouting at the screen and many, many inane comments ensued (the best, said by a 15 year old next to me, about a monster: "That looks like my cat"), courtesy of the people who sat down RIGHT NEXT TO ME, something I find extremely irritating. The movie was alright, plenty of thrills/chills, etc. Scarier still was the strange, swaying, drooling man I encountered on my walk home from the theater. I was careful not to engage him as I am essentially a scared person. This was the second crazy-person encounter I had today, incidentally. This morning, on the 4 train, a scary dude talking to the air from grand central to 125th street made me pull the "Look-here's-my-stop-jk-I'm-just-going-to-a-different-car-to-get-away-from- a-crazy-person" move, which I employ from time to time when necessary.
Today one of the kids I see for speech therapy told me he wished he had "super powers." You're telling me, kid.
I have to mention the fact that John Stossel is interviewing Dov Charney on tv right now. Um...yeah. Oh, wait-this is a rerun.
It turns out, you can't even go to the movies to get out of the heat anymore. Right before the movie started, a theater employee came out and announced that due to the "brownout" (which is a totally gross term, btw), it "wasn't going to get much cooler than this" in the theater, "this" being kind of warm for everyone's tastes. Of course, I felt like a complete doofus as I had gone as far as bringing a sweater with me in anticipation of the freeze that would ensue after a few minutes in the hopefully icy-cold theater. This was not to be, however, and further, I forgot that New Yorkers really like to make moviegoing an interactive experience. They don't just take, they give, too. Thus, shouting at the screen and many, many inane comments ensued (the best, said by a 15 year old next to me, about a monster: "That looks like my cat"), courtesy of the people who sat down RIGHT NEXT TO ME, something I find extremely irritating. The movie was alright, plenty of thrills/chills, etc. Scarier still was the strange, swaying, drooling man I encountered on my walk home from the theater. I was careful not to engage him as I am essentially a scared person. This was the second crazy-person encounter I had today, incidentally. This morning, on the 4 train, a scary dude talking to the air from grand central to 125th street made me pull the "Look-here's-my-stop-jk-I'm-just-going-to-a-different-car-to-get-away-from- a-crazy-person" move, which I employ from time to time when necessary.
Today one of the kids I see for speech therapy told me he wished he had "super powers." You're telling me, kid.
I have to mention the fact that John Stossel is interviewing Dov Charney on tv right now. Um...yeah. Oh, wait-this is a rerun.
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