All my single friends are leaving me and becoming half of a couple. They’re getting married, or actually *gasp* having a meaningful relationship.

Screw them.

Bitter, single man in the house. Represent. :::pounds chest:::

SONG OF THE MOMENT: Depeche Mode – “Never Let Me Down Again”

I usally take the bus or the PATH train home in the evenings, but today for no real reason I hopped on a NY Waterways bus when it came down the block. Once we got to the 38th street pier, this was in front of us.

PIX OF THE DAY: A Queen on the Hudson.

I’m bad at spending coins. I’m not sure why. A typical scenario: I purchase a bagel with butter – 75 cents. Now although I probably have 75 cents in my pocket I always end up reaching for the wallet to slap down a single. This has left me with tons of change scattered around the apartment… until today. When I cashed in my back-breaking haul of metal U.S. tender, I walked away with $405.01.

Good lord.

This morning Flava Flav was in our conference room shooting a promo.

On my way out of the building I rode the elevator with Al Franken.

SONG OF THE MOMENT: The Delays – “Nearer Than Heaven”

I didn’t really dawn on me till tonight when I was going home, and I looked up to see the Tribute in Light test shining up from southern Manhattan, that this weekend would be three years. I had already watched one 9/11 documentary this week, and I’m watching another now, but I didn’t really realize the date until I looked up in the sky this evening. I didn’t forget, but maybe it’s just getting easier not to think about it.

I’m not glad that it happened, but I’m glad I was in New York City, otherwise I think it would just seem like some odd movie, some distant event. I remember in college when the Oklahoma City bombing happened, and I just scanned through it on CNN, and then went on with my day. It wasn’t a real event, it had no impact on me whatsoever. But this…

I just signed up for a professional studies course at NYU. It’s one of those intensive course where you go for eight hours straight every Saturday. So… a quick summary:

a) no more sleeping late on Saturday mornings.
b) I have to learn to take classes again.
c) if work doesn’t reimburse for tuition like they’re supposed to, I’m screwed.
d) holy crap.

So for this project at work I kinda need to know what teen girls are all about. What they do, who they talk about, what they’re into, etc. Since I’ve never been a girl, and at this point in my life I’m far from being a teenager, I decided to subscribe to some teen girl magazines. It made more sense getting subs, since for the price of a couple of issues you can get twelve or so. In the past couple of weeks I’ve finally started receiving my mags. The contents haven’t been too suprising for the most part – a lot of fashion tips, personality quizzes, blurbs on Orlando Bloom and Chad Michael Murray, blah, blah, blah. What has been interesting though, are the articles and letters to the editor where “real” girls chime in. Of course there are the evil girl letters. One I read this afternoon (I think from CosmoGirl) featured a girl who ended up going to the movie with someone she didn’t really like. First off… if you don’t like them, just say no, but of course this girl didn’t stand up for herself. Anywho… she’s at the movie, she can’t stand the guy so she excuses herself to the restroom, except she actually just leaves. WTF? Gotta watch out for that one. No more dating sixteen year olds for me. Hopefully when girls grow up to become thirty-something women they don’t have the same techniques for dealing with less-than-fun dates. Not that I have any thirty-somethings going to movies with me. No, I see films alone. Speaking of which, I saw “AVP” and “Collateral” this weekend. The former was okay, nothing special – a dumb, summer, action film. The later however, was great. If you’re in NYC – go see it at Empire 25 and if they still have the option, go see it in the digital theater (13?) – great screen and of course the print is flawless (technically it’s not a print I guess).

Here’s an interesting side note to that whole subscribing to teen girl mags thing. A few weeks before I ordered the subscriptions, I ordered some surplus US Army cargo pants and a flashlight from an online Army surplus store. I just love the actual old-school olive drab, ripstop trousers – so comfortable. And the flashlight – well I needed one for my “Go Bag” at work (the ones they provided sucked). Anyhow, since I ordered some surplus materials, I’ve gotten on some weird, vaguely right-wing mailing lists. So the other day when I go to pick up my mail at the Post Office, the guy hands me a stack of teen girls mags, a spy store catalog (featuring hidden cameras on the cover), a gun supplies catalog, and a catalog for ordering cigars. I’m really suprised I haven’t been visited by the FBI or local law enforcement yet…

You ever wake up in the middle of the night with the feeling that you’ve killed someone but just forgotten about it?

So I watched a little bit of the President’s speech tonight at the RNC. It was the first bit of the conference I had seen. Just listening to him speak for a few minutes makes my stomach turn. Most people if you ask them, will cite his political platform as the reason they’re not voting for Bush. For me, it’s mostly that I just don’t like the guy… he seems like an ass. And not really that bright. As far as Kerry goes… well, he doesn’t wow me, but I don’t have the urge to hurl when I hear him speak so that’s his plus. Also, John Edwards is just fun to listen too. The only thing fun about Cheney is the office pool on when his next heart attack will be.

See ya at the polls…