I do love a new purchase

Today has been a long time coming. A day that I've been waiting and hoping and longing for. This is a life-changing day!

TODAY IS NEW PHONE DAY!!!

As most of you know, my cell phone has been gefucked for awhile now. In fact, the only way I can use it is with an earpiece - I can't hear it otherwise. It's a busted-up pain in the ass that I couldn't replace for under a soul-crushing sum until November 3, according to my plan.

Today is November 3. ::happy dance::

So I just have to figure out what kind will be best for me. I've not been really impressed by the Razr - it seems really fragile and clunky, two things I don't like in a phone. I'm content in that I'm not going to win the no-camera-phone war unless I really downgrade what I want in a phone, and that's not going to make me a happy puppy. I also don't want an mp3 player or tv built in, which I'm sure will make things either easier or harded. I'll see what the Verizon store has and then make up my mind.

Yesterday found me at home for ::cough:: health reasons. It was nice - a lot of laying about, then I took a little walk in the park in the afternoon, and discovered the route from my house to the skating rink. Now, having seen the Wollman Rink in Central Park, the Kate Wollman rink was tiny in comparison. I've heard that it tends to crowd up on the weekend, but I'll have to see for myself once it opens. Still, I'd love to go ice skating this year. teany and I had a nice time at the Bryant Park "pond" last year (which is similar in size to the PP rink) , but I'd love to get a group together and go to the Central Park Wollman, too. Perhaps if I enjoy it enough I'll get a cheap pair of JC Penney skates and go on a regular basis as a workout. The bonus of ice skating is that if I fall, the ice is right there to prevent swelling.

Later in the evening, alcestis and I met up for Marie Antoinette. I generally like Sofia Coppola's work, but she didn't get all the way there on this one. There were moments where I saw glimmers of what this could have been - there was a great sense of creativity and humor that made many of the scenes pop, and I thought that her take on the story was a fresh and inventive one. Unfortunately, this did not make up for the dreamy tangeants that dragged the film down. Still, I've certainly seen worse, and this film was so visually beautiful that it was worth seeing on the big screen. (Maybe as a matinee, though). Coppola should have rented Baz Luhrmann's Romeo and Juliet or his Moulin Rouge for ideas on how to create a more coherent narrative amidst anachronistic eye candy - she could have learned something.

Back to work now, maybe later I'll tell you about the annoying Avril, Jr. in the pizzaria after the movie.

I do love a new purchase

Today has been a long time coming. A day that I've been waiting and hoping and longing for. This is a life-changing day!

TODAY IS NEW PHONE DAY!!!

As most of you know, my cell phone has been gefucked for awhile now. In fact, the only way I can use it is with an earpiece - I can't hear it otherwise. It's a busted-up pain in the ass that I couldn't replace for under a soul-crushing sum until November 3, according to my plan.

Today is November 3. ::happy dance::

So I just have to figure out what kind will be best for me. I've not been really impressed by the Razr - it seems really fragile and clunky, two things I don't like in a phone. I'm content in that I'm not going to win the no-camera-phone war unless I really downgrade what I want in a phone, and that's not going to make me a happy puppy. I also don't want an mp3 player or tv built in, which I'm sure will make things either easier or harded. I'll see what the Verizon store has and then make up my mind.

Yesterday found me at home for ::cough:: health reasons. It was nice - a lot of laying about, then I took a little walk in the park in the afternoon, and discovered the route from my house to the skating rink. Now, having seen the Wollman Rink in Central Park, the Kate Wollman rink was tiny in comparison. I've heard that it tends to crowd up on the weekend, but I'll have to see for myself once it opens. Still, I'd love to go ice skating this year. teany and I had a nice time at the Bryant Park "pond" last year (which is similar in size to the PP rink) , but I'd love to get a group together and go to the Central Park Wollman, too. Perhaps if I enjoy it enough I'll get a cheap pair of JC Penney skates and go on a regular basis as a workout. The bonus of ice skating is that if I fall, the ice is right there to prevent swelling.

Later in the evening, alcestis and I met up for Marie Antoinette. I generally like Sofia Coppola's work, but she didn't get all the way there on this one. There were moments where I saw glimmers of what this could have been - there was a great sense of creativity and humor that made many of the scenes pop, and I thought that her take on the story was a fresh and inventive one. Unfortunately, this did not make up for the dreamy tangeants that dragged the film down. Still, I've certainly seen worse, and this film was so visually beautiful that it was worth seeing on the big screen. (Maybe as a matinee, though). Coppola should have rented Baz Luhrmann's Romeo and Juliet or his Moulin Rouge for ideas on how to create a more coherent narrative amidst anachronistic eye candy - she could have learned something.

Back to work now, maybe later I'll tell you about the annoying Avril, Jr. in the pizzaria after the movie.

New Phone and A Pizza Story.

And heeeeeere's my new phone!

The guy in the store made a persuasive argument. Not only did he say it had excellent everything overall (he called it the best one they had, and I took him at his word, as it was NOT the most expensive one they had), but the more I played with it and used it, the more it seemed like a better choice. Also, with the rebate, it's going to cost me a grand total of $4. Which I can totally live with.

Now I just have to get some ringtones and stuff set up. blergeatkitty currently has the best ringtone ever, but I'm hoping I can at least put up a good challenge to that one.

(I'm sorely tempted - Christmas is coming, and I think having Carol of the Bells as my seasonal ringtone would be really great.)

I also just discovered that thanks to work, I can get into the Museum of Natural History for FREE, and bring up to 5 people with me. Sweet!


Anyway, and now on to the reason I used this icon.

In my last post, I mentioned that alcestis and I grabbed some pizza after the movie. While eating, the place got a run of late night customers. One of these, a petite girl in large, clunky wedge-heeled Mary Janes came stomping up to the wrong side of the counter and then pitched a tantrum about how those who were on the correct side got served first. Abby and I rolled our eyes at each other, but this wasn't the end of it by a logn shot.

Her order got taken (two. plain. slices, OKAY?!), and I had a moment of snark when I realized that although she had eyes rimmed with black kohl, a lip ring, and other things suggesting that she might have just taken in a hardcore show of some kind, she had a black Coach baguette tucked under her arm. The stench of poseur was so heavy I nearly keeled over, but I just snickered and moved on, eavesdropping for my own amusement.
She asked the counter guy, "Do you have, like, dipping sauces?" He took a couple of containers of extra marinara out from under the counter and showed them to her. "Noooo!" She screeched. "Like, blue cheese! Or ranch dressing!" The look he gave in response could easily be defined as "Bitch, are you crazy?" and he said no. "But I caaaaan't eat plain pizza!" She whined. "I neeeever eat pizza plain! What am I going to doooo?" He shrugged, and she stomped off with her pizza, and GUESS WHAT? She ate it plain. I swear to God, if her parents were with her, I could see her stomping her feet and yelling, "DADDY! MAKE HIM GIVE ME RANCH FOR MY PIZZA!!" Happily, Veruca had to fend for herself this time, so we didn't get to hear her full tantrum.

We then listened to her discuss with her friends about how much time they would need to catch "the last bus out of Port Authority." At this moment, Abby all but put her face in her hands.

"Listen," she told me. "I've made that trip MANY times. But, I swear to you - there ARE normal people from Jersey! I swear!"
I nodded. I know for a fact that some rocking people are from Jersey (and Long Island, and Connecticut, and Westchester) so I didn't need to be convinced. But the next time you hear me curse, rant and mutter about Bridge & Tunnel slime mucking up my city? People like the Pizza Girl are exactly who I am referring to. People who I have no problem telling to "Go back to your chain-restuarant, chain-store, suv-driving bubble and stay there."

You give Jersey a bad name (bad name!)

New Phone and A Pizza Story.

And heeeeeere's my new phone!

The guy in the store made a persuasive argument. Not only did he say it had excellent everything overall (he called it the best one they had, and I took him at his word, as it was NOT the most expensive one they had), but the more I played with it and used it, the more it seemed like a better choice. Also, with the rebate, it's going to cost me a grand total of $4. Which I can totally live with.

Now I just have to get some ringtones and stuff set up. blergeatkitty currently has the best ringtone ever, but I'm hoping I can at least put up a good challenge to that one.

(I'm sorely tempted - Christmas is coming, and I think having Carol of the Bells as my seasonal ringtone would be really great.)

I also just discovered that thanks to work, I can get into the Museum of Natural History for FREE, and bring up to 5 people with me. Sweet!


Anyway, and now on to the reason I used this icon.

In my last post, I mentioned that alcestis and I grabbed some pizza after the movie. While eating, the place got a run of late night customers. One of these, a petite girl in large, clunky wedge-heeled Mary Janes came stomping up to the wrong side of the counter and then pitched a tantrum about how those who were on the correct side got served first. Abby and I rolled our eyes at each other, but this wasn't the end of it by a logn shot.

Her order got taken (two. plain. slices, OKAY?!), and I had a moment of snark when I realized that although she had eyes rimmed with black kohl, a lip ring, and other things suggesting that she might have just taken in a hardcore show of some kind, she had a black Coach baguette tucked under her arm. The stench of poseur was so heavy I nearly keeled over, but I just snickered and moved on, eavesdropping for my own amusement.
She asked the counter guy, "Do you have, like, dipping sauces?" He took a couple of containers of extra marinara out from under the counter and showed them to her. "Noooo!" She screeched. "Like, blue cheese! Or ranch dressing!" The look he gave in response could easily be defined as "Bitch, are you crazy?" and he said no. "But I caaaaan't eat plain pizza!" She whined. "I neeeever eat pizza plain! What am I going to doooo?" He shrugged, and she stomped off with her pizza, and GUESS WHAT? She ate it plain. I swear to God, if her parents were with her, I could see her stomping her feet and yelling, "DADDY! MAKE HIM GIVE ME RANCH FOR MY PIZZA!!" Happily, Veruca had to fend for herself this time, so we didn't get to hear her full tantrum.

We then listened to her discuss with her friends about how much time they would need to catch "the last bus out of Port Authority." At this moment, Abby all but put her face in her hands.

"Listen," she told me. "I've made that trip MANY times. But, I swear to you - there ARE normal people from Jersey! I swear!"
I nodded. I know for a fact that some rocking people are from Jersey (and Long Island, and Connecticut, and Westchester) so I didn't need to be convinced. But the next time you hear me curse, rant and mutter about Bridge & Tunnel slime mucking up my city? People like the Pizza Girl are exactly who I am referring to. People who I have no problem telling to "Go back to your chain-restuarant, chain-store, suv-driving bubble and stay there."

You give Jersey a bad name (bad name!)