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So I read on Craigslist that someone in Tribeca is looking for a “poet’s assistant.” And basically, I don’t even want to begin to understand what that means. It’s a tough thing, “poets.” On the one hand, I absolutely, 100 … Continue reading →

The Weekend’s Punk Rock Awards Go To… The man at the Hess station, for refusing to help me on Saturday night, despite the fact that it was freezing, snowing, and blustery, and despite the fact that it was the middle … Continue reading →

“Sorry, I suffer from rage blackouts.” ~ Summer My mood was bad as I arrived home yesterday evening, due to a number of factors. One was my recurring wrist pain, which is not only painful and inconvenient, but also makes … Continue reading →

Most Beautiful: The shiny, shiny pennies in Register One. I hate Register One, but these pennies made the time there worth it. Seriously, they were like, glowing. They reminded me of the coins in treasure chests that you see in … Continue reading →

– There are groceries…and there are liquor bottles…and there is a slushee machine? All in one place? That’s brilliant! Why don’t we have these stores in New York? – Yay, Greg Grunberg! Hi, Greg Grunberg! – Hot damn, Sydney! I … Continue reading →

“Oh, so it’s chips all around, is it? Someone must have bought the party pack.” ~ Spike Can I just say that I got suspended in 7th grade because I wouldn’t throw away my potato chips? True story. Let me … Continue reading →

Dear Victoria’s Secret, It would seem that you still want a relationship with me. Though I have not had anything to do with you since Bikinigate 2000, your catalogs continue to arrive in the mail, and you flood my inbox … Continue reading →

1. Lie in bed half awake for an hour, despite having gone to bed at 2 in the morning. 2. Reluctantly leave bed at 7:30. 3. Wander around, say good morning to cats. 4. Trip over clogs. 5. Give props … Continue reading →

What I would like to know, seriously, is what kind of crack the folks over at Sony are smoking. See because, okay. I went into work at ShopRite on Saturday, not exactly thrilled at the prospect of working an 8-hour … Continue reading →

*Or, How A Night Of Drinking Became A Film Festival** **Without The Film*** ***Mostly 6-8:30pm – The Fish Out Of Water Tale Babz and Judi reluctantly go to Mirage to bid an awesome coworker farewell. Sit back and enjoy the … Continue reading →