WTF Wednesday?

HAVING THE MORNING FROM HELL.

So I kept waking up during the later part of the night. So I slept longer than I should have, and getting ready took longer than it should have. While already late, I discover that my Metrocard is dead. After several tries of getting the card that work gave us to use our transit spending (ETRAC card) to work and failing, I try to buy a single ride. The machine gives me a receipt and not a single ride card, so I have to wait on ANOTHER line just to get on a train, which SAT at Church avenue for nearly TEN fucking minutes and let TWO Q trains go by. Then we FINALLY get to Manhattan and I get to work and call about my ETRAC card, and find out that the REASON it didn’t work is because the MTA never paid me back for the borked metrocard I sent back to them!!!

SO, I call the MTA, and tell them that I mailed the card around December 4th or so. I just called the MTA. Even though I sent the card in on like, December 4th? IT STILL ISN’T DONE BEING PROCESSED. I SWEAR TO CHRIST. FLAMES. ON THE SIDES OF MY FACE. AND THE WOMAN I SPOKE TO SAID TO CALL BACK IN A COUPLE OF DAYS. A COUPLE OF DAYS!!!!

Then I get HERE and my work emails are stuffed full of stupid. I just. I am still wondering why exactly it was that I left bed this morning. Nope, no idea.

WTF Wednesday?

HAVING THE MORNING FROM HELL.

So I kept waking up during the later part of the night. So I slept longer than I should have, and getting ready took longer than it should have. While already late, I discover that my Metrocard is dead. After several tries of getting the card that work gave us to use our transit spending (ETRAC card) to work and failing, I try to buy a single ride. The machine gives me a receipt and not a single ride card, so I have to wait on ANOTHER line just to get on a train, which SAT at Church avenue for nearly TEN fucking minutes and let TWO Q trains go by. Then we FINALLY get to Manhattan and I get to work and call about my ETRAC card, and find out that the REASON it didn’t work is because the MTA never paid me back for the borked metrocard I sent back to them!!!

SO, I call the MTA, and tell them that I mailed the card around December 4th or so. I just called the MTA. Even though I sent the card in on like, December 4th? IT STILL ISN’T DONE BEING PROCESSED. I SWEAR TO CHRIST. FLAMES. ON THE SIDES OF MY FACE. AND THE WOMAN I SPOKE TO SAID TO CALL BACK IN A COUPLE OF DAYS. A COUPLE OF DAYS!!!!

Then I get HERE and my work emails are stuffed full of stupid. I just. I am still wondering why exactly it was that I left bed this morning. Nope, no idea.

At least I'm not upside down and pantsless.

Even though I am having an annoying day, I could be this guy.

That's much, much worse.

At least I'm not upside down and pantsless.

Even though I am having an annoying day, I could be this guy.

That's much, much worse.

Two raves, now that I'm in a better mood.

1. A few days ago, Midtown Lunch posted a review of Dainobu Japanese Deli, which just opened its doors on 47th street b/t Lex & 3rd. Since I was down that way anyway to pick up a few comics, I decided to poke my nose in and see how it was. I'm a big fan of Cafe Zaiya (on 41st near Madison), so I was eager to try this place out.

And oh, I was SO far from disappointed.

See, they had a sign in the window that said, "Miso Soup: $1.50." So that was enough of a lure for me. But then, they had a Spider Roll (soft-shell crab tempura with cucumber) for only $4.99. This is a general rarity. I could not resist. The soup was delicious - complex broth, robust greens, velvety tofu - yards away from any miso I've had in ages. And the roll? Heaven. There was roe, arugula, and some lovely spicy mayo mixed in with the tempura and rice and cucumber. The pair made an excellent, mood-improving lunch.

2. Last night, j_bkl and I were supposed to see Milk. Due to some theater fuckery, it was not available, so he got us tickets to The Wrestler instead. The movie was a cinematic body slam. I immediately liked Mickey Rourke's character, Randy "The Ram", and finding sympathy with the place he's found himself in, even though after seeing some of the choices that got him there, you can't completely feel bad for the guy. Arnofsky really did a bravura job. The entire thing felt like a documentary, from its grainy, cinema verite cinematography to its lack of dialogue in many scenes. And, Mickey Rourke is just fantastic, as is Marisa Tomei (you really feel her being two people - the stripper persona she has at work, and the woman she is outside of the club). I found Evan Rachel Wood to be a bit hysterical, but I suppose it fit the character. I highly recommend it if you've yet to see it.

Two raves, now that I'm in a better mood.

1. A few days ago, Midtown Lunch posted a review of Dainobu Japanese Deli, which just opened its doors on 47th street b/t Lex & 3rd. Since I was down that way anyway to pick up a few comics, I decided to poke my nose in and see how it was. I'm a big fan of Cafe Zaiya (on 41st near Madison), so I was eager to try this place out.

And oh, I was SO far from disappointed.

See, they had a sign in the window that said, "Miso Soup: $1.50." So that was enough of a lure for me. But then, they had a Spider Roll (soft-shell crab tempura with cucumber) for only $4.99. This is a general rarity. I could not resist. The soup was delicious - complex broth, robust greens, velvety tofu - yards away from any miso I've had in ages. And the roll? Heaven. There was roe, arugula, and some lovely spicy mayo mixed in with the tempura and rice and cucumber. The pair made an excellent, mood-improving lunch.

2. Last night, j_bkl and I were supposed to see Milk. Due to some theater fuckery, it was not available, so he got us tickets to The Wrestler instead. The movie was a cinematic body slam. I immediately liked Mickey Rourke's character, Randy "The Ram", and finding sympathy with the place he's found himself in, even though after seeing some of the choices that got him there, you can't completely feel bad for the guy. Arnofsky really did a bravura job. The entire thing felt like a documentary, from its grainy, cinema verite cinematography to its lack of dialogue in many scenes. And, Mickey Rourke is just fantastic, as is Marisa Tomei (you really feel her being two people - the stripper persona she has at work, and the woman she is outside of the club). I found Evan Rachel Wood to be a bit hysterical, but I suppose it fit the character. I highly recommend it if you've yet to see it.