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Comic for Thursday, Nov 18, 2004
Posted: 9:00 am, Thursday, November 18, 2004 This conversation happened almost word for word ('skank' was not bandied about) in the apartment this past Sunday morning, with 2.0 playing the role of Jen. Sunday was rife with small examples of what makes my ladyfriend so guldarned loveable. Not only did she e-mail Meredith Viera and yell at her, but she also woke up with Bad Religion's song "Let Them Eat War" stuck in her head. I ask you, is this not a lady for me? Oh, this was a little nutty. This morning, in the kitchen at the office, there was a half-eaten thing of Green Giant baby carrots wrapped in a black plastic bag sitting on the counter. "Damn," I thought, "some assweed took my carrots out and left them on the counter, and now they're bad." But! Upon opening the fridge it turns out that someone else also had a half-eaten thing of Green Giant baby carrots wrapped in a black plastic bag, for mine were sitting exactly where I always leave them. I briefly considered some sort of dimensional rift bridging the office kitchen to the office kitchen of an alternate universe in which Alt-Frog leaves his carrots on the counter, instead of in the fridge. Had one of my co-workers walked in sporting a goatee instead of being clean-shaven as usual, I would have freaked out. I've been meaning to cover this for ages - if I get to the train early enough and everything's on schedule, the driver of the 7:55 or so F-train is friggin' hilarious. He's got a Carribbean accent and always throws in a bunch of one-liners during his announcements. I look around all the time to see if anyone else is enjoying the proceedings half as much as I am, and some of the other train riders seem to. Here, I've written a few down.
Anyway, subway conducter who seem to really enjoy their jobs always tickle me. Early in my city existence, I was on a train to Wall Street and the conducter insisted on giving tourist information about every stop, including a rather thorough history of City Hall. I love it when that stuff happens. Remember those old ads where they used to yell SEGA! Those were cool. Art time, kiddies. NYC Five Buckers, this is a really cool exhibit. It's on 10th Ave down around maybe 18th street, I think, but worth the trek (also, it's free). 2.0 and I went here on my day of recuperation from the election two weeks back. Basically, this lady made bizarrely intricate dollhouses out of murder scenes as a police-training tool back in the 40s, and this girl Corrine May Botz photographed them. It's hard to say if the things themselves or the photos are more the work of art, but the photos are really, really cool. Highly recommended. There was another exhibit I was recommending to Tree this past weekend, but it closed the same day I was recommending it. I am very smooth like that. Anyway, suffice it to say that I am a big fan of the photography of Izima Kaoru, who had a series, Landscape With Corpse, on display at the Von Lintel until last Saturday. Good stuff, check it out. Also, My Life in Politics by Tim Davis is rather good. Of course, I just found out after writing this paragraph that not just the Kaoru show, but all three of these shows have now closed. Damn, I suck. Elsewhere, 2.0 saved Thanksgiving-ish by inadvertantly reminding me to take the turkey out of the freezer yesterday morning. My head just isn't in it as usual this year... Don't know why. Oh, more 2.0 news - geez, I really should just give her a page on the site or something. Anyway, much to her glee, 2.0 scooped me on the Ohio and New Hampshire recounts yesterday. Apparently tired of listening to Ministry while in the shower, m'lady gave Air America a try yesterday. I didn't know Air America was actually on the airwaves, I thought it was interweb only. By the way, that's airamericaradio.com. Airamerica.com is a paintball company. Anyway, no hope of actually overturning the election and putting Bush in the unemployment line with Ashcroft, but the Greens and Naderites are just trying to make sure those touch-screen things, which everyone knows are rigged, are not rigged. (By the way, check out the blue text box on the right of the Air America radio page - Getting to Know You. How are people not embarrassed to say shit like that in this day and age? Amazingly, these morons are making an eight-year old song by the Mighty Mighty Bosstones seem decades ahead of its time.) By the way - Condi Rice, publicly proven to be incompetent at her job, is now going to be the Secretary of State? Are you kidding me? If a silver lining must be found, for me, it is this: Notre Dame's horrible season has allowed me to turn completely on Ty Willingham. Two years ago, when he was the darling of the collitch football world, it was often noted that Condi Rice was a friend of Ty's, which kind of made my stomach churn. I had to like the guy, the Irish were 10-1, ranked 7th and headed to SoCal for a shot at a BCS bowl. Then they got smoked, got smoked again, got smoked all of last season, and Ty's turned into kind of an asshole, so his friendship with Condi Rice has turned into more kindling for the fire. Vaguely related, I thought the order of ascension to president in event of assassination was VP, Secretary of State, Speaker of the House. E has proven me wrong. It's VP, Speaker of the House, some guy from Alaska, Secretary of State. Some guy from Alaska is fourth in line. Shite. Anyway, it used to be my wish that Bush and Cheney got taken out, because I thought Colin Powell was vaguely sane. Now, God knows how many people need to be taken out. This guy sounds harmless enough, the Secretary of Transportation. He probably kicks babies, but, you know, running with the crowd that he does, that's not all that bad. Two quick things from il mondo del sport.
Does anyone else find that, when reading a slimmer tome, they tend to read it more slowly? I'm midway through How We Are Hungry, a collection of short stories by Dave Eggers. I bought it for 2.0 a few weeks back (we had a very strange early courtship that entailed Eggers somewhat heavily), and, while Eggers isn't my favorite author, I do fancy him quite a bit, and I'm taking my time, reading almost purposefully slowly. I'm greatly enjoying the book so far, even if my worldview is a bit much happier than that of Eggers (what with my parents not having died horribly)(or at all, actually). Can someone arrange a screening of Supersize Me for Hardee's execs? I praise the MTA, I praise it and I praise it. Then they go and try to foul up Thanksgiving-ish. There will be phone calls made to the Manhattanites coming to the event, but I'm just giving a few of you the heads-up ahead of time - I guess your F-train will take you to Hoyt-Schermerhorn, where you will go upstairs and transfer to the G on the other track, which will take you the rest of the way. 2.0 and I will be testing the subways on Saturday, so I'll call in advance with definite word on how you should approach Brooklyn. In the meantime, consider moving to Brooklyn, because it's really just much nicer than Manhattan. bullfrog |
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