The funniest thing about that post is that when I was in Kent, I went to a restaurant where they had "pussy pie" on the menu. We had to order it, of course. We were laughing so hard the waitress had to ask twice.

I saved the receipt because I knew nobody would believe me.

The plagiarism accusation has been fixed...sort of.

My neighborhood is on fire. Again.

News is not specific.

I read that it was banked out, paperdol, but they were advising Observatory guests to leave.

Yeah, not that specific either.

I hate that the NY Times pluralises acronyms and initialisms with an apostrophe, and my hand twitches to delete the errant stroke. But this I have to admit I don't know how to make right. I just know it's wrong.

pd, insent earlier.

He was scolded for his stubborn insistence on drawing a two-tiered lowercase “a.”

Jesus.

Uh, that sounded like I was responding to ita's difficulty, not the "NYT"'s.

ETA2: Oh, that's Grant Barrett, isn't it. Sorry Grant.

Hey shrift and Jilli - did you see Idolator ranked Patrick Stump as the second-hottest dude in music?

I just had an awesome evening of simple pleasures, so I will share. Left work, had Burger King, got a hair cut (got sprayed with water during the shampoo, but even that was mostly funny), went to Trader Joe's where there was not much of a line and a former coworker (the only person I ever run into in NYC), saw a man in a suit playing the digeridoo in the subway station, and then my train pulled up right as I got on the platform. Now I'm eating almonds with dark chocolate and sea salt, which are DELISH. Lovely!

saw a man in a suit playing the digeridoo in the subway station

Related: I was walking in Chelsea to meet someone for drinks on Saturday night and I heard a horn, and it was approaching. I turned and saw... a shirtless guy, rollerskating down the street, playing a trumpet. Ah, New York!

On one of my two visits to New York, I rode the Staten Island Ferry and then hung out outside the ferry terminal to contemplate the Manhattan skyline for a while. (Why didn't I take my camera on that trip, why, why, why)

As I'm leaning on the balustrade, I hear footsteps behind me and glance around. There, escaped from a full color painting, was an elderly Chinese gentleman in a long orange tunic, pale green loose trousers, a brownish coat, slippers, a small round black hat, and a leather satchel over his shoulder. His beard and moustache were long and perfectly white.

He gave me a very stern look for a few seconds, then continued on his way.

I just wanted to chime in and say that both Jilli and Plei are VERY MUCH INVITED to share my bachelorette party with me!!! I would love to NOT be the center of attention, and I can't think of any two people I'd rather share with!

My book club party went very well. Three people out of eight couldn't make it, and I still barely had enough food. We all loved last month's book (Garlic and Sapphires by Ruth Reichl) - we gave it 3.5 stars (out of 4).