DEVASTATING REALIZATION WHILE SITTING IN THIS STARBUCKS WAITING FOR MY GENIUS BAR APPOINTMENT WHICH I HAD TO RESCHEDULE BECAUSE THE L TRAIN BROKE (CRY ME A RIVER, I KNOW): If Meg Ryan was sooooooo into saving small businesses in You’ve Got Mail, why did she patronize Starbucks every morning and not the independently-operated coffee shops that probably blanketed her Upper West Side neighborhood?
Hypocrite! The Shop Around The Corner deserved what it got!
In closing, You‘ve Got Mail is still the greatest movie all time and this Starbucks iced coffee is delicious.
I wish I could say my commute this morning involved this kind of Body Heat, but it was actually just typical human body heat from people like the girl listening to Classic Soft Rock Vol. 1 and the guy who brought his enormous metal/wood scooter on a crowded morning train.
The only thing more disgusting than feeling the radiant heat of dozens of commuters crashing on your face like the waves on a really warm post-apocalyptic beach is the thought of a Body Heat sequel being filmed right now with the same cast.
OK, I’m going to cheer myself up and listen to Rusted Root.
I intended to see the NY Neo-Futurists 30 plays in 60 minutes show (Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind) last weekend, but missed the opportunity. On Tuesday I ran into my Neo-Futurist friend on the train and said, “I was going to see your show on Saturday, I even tweeted about it” as a way of convincing her that I was serious, not realizing how silly it sounded to say, “I even tweeted about it” until the words had come out of my mouth.
We proceeded to have a nice discussion about the advantages of being tall or short on a crowded train and I assured her that I’d definitely attend her (always wonderful) performance this weekend. Moral of the story: don’t ever say, “I even tweeted about it” out loud to someone.