“what’s up? why haven’t you posted in in like two weeks?”

oh I dunno. I did see borat, but you’ve either:

1. seen it
2. heard about it on a million news sources
3. read about it on a million blogs

so I’m not gonna say anything about it… even though I just did. fuck.

though I am going (home) to lexington (kentucky) all of next week for thanksgiving! FUCK YEAH. it’s propsgiving time, folks. let the gravy rain, let the gravy rain.

what else? oh, I’m starting a new job after I get back from my trip. and before you ask - I don’t know if I get free subscriptions. my guess is no.

and lately I’ve been listening to brand new’s song “jesus christ” on repeat.

for your consideration opens tonight. gotta catch that shit, people.

well, not so much the science but the drawback is that you can’t talk about it because most people probably haven’t seen it yet.

I liked it, I definitely liked it, but I need to see it again to confirm a few things I’m unclear about. I’m not quite ready to call it my #1 film of the year.

ps- I’ve never been much of a strokes or deathcab fan, but I admit their songs in the trailer (fear of sleep, your heart is an empty room) are pretty damn sweet. as for the velvet underground song… well, who’s gonna hate on TVU?

quite an experience, that jury duty. I dutifully jotted down most everything that happened in a little journal being the anal freak (not that kind of anal freak) that I am. you may regret wasting your time reading this.

[08:40] I was cruising right on time for my 8:45 start time. I marched up the New York State Supreme Court steps and waited in line at the security check point. the officers were actually very friendly. though they had these uneasy smiles as if to say “please don’t blow up this building. please.”

[08:50] there must be over a hundred of us all sitting in these VERY NICE PLUSH INDIVIDUAL SEATS. so this is where my tax dollars go (that and the motion sensor flushy toilets). anyway we’re twiddling our thumbs wondering what’s going to happen next. right near me I notice a girl whom I can only describe as “Mischa Barton At Age 23″ and she is rightfully hot. dudes walking up the aisles are totally checking her out. I wonder if they think they’re sneaking sneaky peeks, because they’re doing a fucking horrible job at it.

[09:10] some late stragglers still coming in. fuckers. I rushed out of the house for this?! I’m reading Our Band Could Be Your Life and it’s good.

[09:25] finally they have us watch this orientation VIDEO that has some hilarious “acting” and narrated by diane sawyer.

[10:20] they call up 30 names to be potential jurors in some case. I’m not one of the names called. poo. I’m reading about Black Flag.

[11:00] another 30 names are called up. still not me. (note: mischa barton girl [henceforth MBG] still hasn’t been called either. she’s reading The Five People You Meet In Heaven.)

[12:30] lunch break! back at 2.

[14:05] in the elevator back from lunch. the doors are closing and two lawyer-types are hurrying to get in. I hit the [doors open] button, but they didn’t say thanks. fuckers.

[14:35] YES! called up for a 40-person whopper jury call-up thing. AND it’s in another building! we’re escorted to the neighboring building and walk through a series of corridors. we enter a section of the building marked NARCOTICS DEPARTMENT and I’m thinking “SWEET this is a drug case.” we enter a little court room and we get to fidget around until…

[15:45] …we’re told we can’t talk to anybody about what we’re about to hear. this super secret case, to give you a hint, rhymes with RENTAL-PAL-CACTUS. boo. there are a bunch of lawyers here — I thought there were supposed to be just two? anyway, half of them start yakking at us and…

[16:30] …we’re done for the day! we are to return the next day at 10am sharp. surely there will be stragglers…

TO BE CONTINUED DAMMIT

so there was this mega-deal that went down last night, involving 5 teams and 13 players. if you care you can read about the details in that link above, but here’s my boiled down version:

the nba allowed this deal to help next year’s ratings in the nba finals.

you see, the nba must approve of every deal before it can happen. the teams put together a proposal and the nba looks it over and if it’s in any way one-sided (ie: a team trading away a disgruntled star player for much less in return) they’ll step in and overrule it. it doesn’t happen often but it does happen.

this time around, however, the nba allowed a mega-deal that clearly tipped the scales in the miami heat’s favor. and why would they do that? because shaq’s team in the finals mean more advertising revenue.

for you miami heat fans: let’s hope jason williams’s elbow bounce-pass to antoine walker on the wing will NOT result in an air-ball. on national tv.

so london got the summer olympics for 2012. I was all for anyone getting it except nyc, really. there are all the traffic and environmental concerns had it come here right smack in the summertime… but, I mean, come on, as a new yorker it doesn’t take much to know this city has serious problems and there’s no way it can take on something like the olympics.

nevermind the completely unnecessary west side stadium, nevermind the contiuing rebuilding process downtown. where would all this money come from, and where is it when we have shitty public schools, rookie cops getting their salaries slashed to 15K/year, firehouses getting closed down, and a subway system that is allegedly losing money and having to raise fares (when they’re millions in surplus)?

AND THEN bloomberg has the fucking nerve to say “we have let down america”?

man, fuck YOU.
YOU have let down new york.