Who knew!

I guess it's the week for noticing people in line at breakfast. Today it was in line for one of those little street carts. You know the ones, with the little foreign man inside, usually with odd facial hair issues, selling coffee, bear claws, and pre-buttered bagels. The woman in line in front of me, who was about 102 (but didn't look a day over 65) and just a little bit too small for her straw-colored mop of a wig, looked up at him and rasped, "Can I have a Sanka?" Who knew they even made that anymore!?!

Nutmeat

Nutmeat. That one's still going through my head. *giggle* *giggle* nutmeat... hee hee...

And In Her Honor...

At lunchtime, I walked right by the stupid-looking healthy eating place on 23rd Street with the sign outside that says, "Try our Nori Wrap and Nutmeat Salad." I walked right by there, went to McDonald's, and ordered a #3 Extra Value Meal with Dr. Pepper. Then of course, I had to have a twist cone with chocolate dip from Mr. Softee. Eggwhites, indeed.

***SMACK!!!***

A woman in line behind me at the deli counter this morning ordered, "May I have two egg whites with one slice of cheese on 7-grain bread -- dry? And please put the bread through the toaster twice." She deserves to be slapped silly about the head and shoulders until she begs for a piece of fried ham with a slab of butter. Seriously, woman! Live a little! For crying out loud!

A Wonderful Quote!

From my coworker Chris:

"People are exhausting."

WHAT A FALL! WHAT A TREAT!

New Neil Gaiman AND New Gregory Maguire! What a double-packed book season it will be! When am I ever going to get to the new Augusten Burroughs manuscript that's on the floor of my office?

Interesting..

According to the AOL "Blog Trends Survey," nearly 50% of bloggers say they do it because it serves as self-therapy, and one-third of bloggers who responded say they write frequently about self-help and self-esteem topics. The survey also revealed that when it comes to relieving real-life pressures or dealing with personal issues or tragedies, six times as many respondents prefer to write in their blog or read blogs written by others suffering from similar problems rather than to seek counseling from a professional.

Um, well, since all creative outflow is therapeutic, this really doesn't mean anything now, does it?

For all Science Geeks

I met the most fascinating woman yesterday. Her name is Lori Andrews. Her first novel, Sequence, comes out next year, and I'm reading it now. It's a really good thriller about forensic investigations using gene and DNA research. I bet it will become one of the more popular mystery series. But in her real-life, she's in the world of the Human Genome Project and research and the law, etc. Check out this website she runs. It's so full of intriguing stuff, you'll get totally bogged down reading stuff on it:

www.thehumanfuture.org

Still Lame

Yep, Thursdays are still lame. They're so lame, I actually blog. Sheesh, now that's a day with nothing to do! I'm happy with the continuing flow of tinies making their way in. I think we'll have a good pool to review.

I was browsing shelves in the B&N on Union Square yesterday, and I discovered a book I'd never heard of before, so I had to buy it. The Dark Chamber, by Leonard Cline. Published in the 1920s, recently reprinted by Cold Spring Press. Not like I'll get it read any time soon, but it's now very lonely and sad on my bookshelf with all my other unread books, waiting like deathrow inmates. If anyone has ever read it, please post a comment and let me know if it's any good.

Yesterday, I was chatting with my good friend Laurie. She had just gotten over to her town library and signed up for a card. I commented that every time I move to a new town, after a few months, I make the pilgrimage and sign up for my library card, then never use it ever. I don't feel guilty about it. I think it's important to have one, but I'm different. If I want a book, I beg one off a friend if it's from a company I know, or if I really want it, I buy the darn thing. I've donated more books to libraries than I have borrowed. The thing about most libraries is, all the books seem to have been purchased in the 1950s. Hey! What the heck did I BUY The Dark Chamber for? My local library probably had a copy... probably from the original printing, actually, that hasn't been borrowed in 40 years.

Torture

I hate, in no particular order:

Meetings
Boring speakers
Bad coffee
Krispy Kreme donuts
Biographies of Benjamin Disraeli

Oh Look, It's Thursday Again!

Yeah, Andre!
Yeah, Martina!

Everything old is new again!

I'm still in my 20s, right?

Thursdays

Saturday and Sundays, well, those are a given.
Friday is T.G.I.F!
Monday is the blue day, the first day, the 'I don't like Monday' day, back to work, back to school, let's face it, it's sad day, but hey, that's something.
Wednesday is Hump Day, Hurdle Day, the middle of the week. Wednesday is Sundae if you're from the Northeast.
Tuesday, well, Tuesday's a lost cause. Let's not dwell on it.
Then there is Thursday.

Thursday. It's not quite the weekend. There's nothing special about it. It really needs a good publicist. Seriously. Thursday -- nothing good will ever come of it. Nothing extraordinary ever happens on a Thursday. What can you do with it? You're not in college anymore, so you can't go out on a whirlwind bar-hop. You still have to get up early tomorrow. It's not the first day, it's not the last day, it's not much of anything. Thursday needs a cause. It needs to separate itself from that loser Tuesday and establish itself as something to be considered, something not to be taken lightly.

I don't know -- maybe I'll make popcorn tonight.