Happy Halloween

It’s nice that Halloween this year is on such a lovely, balmy day, especially when last week was so cold.

In other good news, we have nifty soft new furniture now. It is excellent for lounging, napping, basking, and generally draping over in an unconscious fashion. I still don’t believe in the ottoman, though.

Spent the weekend drunkenly watching sci-fi and then finished reading “The Glass Castle,” which was pretty good. Now I’m ready for more.

Maybe I should go blonde instead

Yesterday, my martial arts master berated us all for not being “fun.” Then he made us run figure eights all over the floor in an effort, I assume, to make us lively and personable.

This was both amusing and faintly appalling.

Riot Nrrd

I thought perhaps my days of running with geeks were over, but after a weekend spent watching “Firefly” and playing Dance Dance Revolution with some guys named Marc/k, I have to say, rumors of my not being a total dork are greatly exaggerated.

Things to remember:
Teasing vegans mercilessly for hours on end never gets old.

Especially one with shiny fashion sense.

“Speed Over Beethoven” is the GREATEST SONG EVER.

In between:
Saw my ex-roommate TKD test (well!). Like me, she lacks the killer instinct. Well, what can you do but come back tomorrow?

Was awakened in the middle of the night by a sobbing/keening/wailing/shrieking friend of my ex-roommate’s current roommate. The sound can be likened to that of one of those professional mourners crossed with that of an air raid siren, only much louder and more shrill.

Ate dim sum with the ex-roommate, her current roommates, and the aforementioned professional mourner.

Watched a game of Katamari Damacy, which has the trippiest visuals known to man.

Three white guys. Three Asian girls. D!D!R!

Do you actually need to cook frozen green beans? I wonder if you could just thaw them out overnight and stick them in a salad.

I don’t think I will be very good at marketing martial arts, which, according to Master Stillman, means that I should be shot.

Maybe I can silently proofread other people’s martial arts marketing, making sure they know how to spell “souvenirs,” etc.

Also, the printed bus schedules (from September) are out of date. And most of the shedules posted at the stops themselves are placed too high for me to read them, especially after dark.

Weirdly, FreshDirect delivers to my zip code, but not to my apartment house. I couldn’t get home on Sunday night because I learned too late that the bus stops had been moved three avenues west (no mention of any changes on the MTA website). Yesterday, the 8am bus never came, and the 10:52pm was 25 minutes late.

Riverdale is definitely outside the radius of anyone in the city remotely caring about you. If NYC inhabitants ever secede from the rest of the country, they’re not taking us with them.

It’s very sad to be sitting here in the same clothes I wore yesterday, teeth unbrushed, and nothing to show for it. Gah. The MTA express bus system hates me. Possibly god does too.

Tonight’s TKD class will be taken up with Anything-Goes Martial Arts Marketing, which probably will not be as much fun as it sounds. Right.

Maybe I should go jogging instead. Or schedule a lobotomy.

Soggy…

Maybe if we built a city out of Cap’n Crunch, it would help with all this pervasive wetness. And it would be a city you could eat! Of course, the jagged cereal shards would no doubt rip the inhabitants to bloody shreds, but still…maybe if we covered them with Nerf…

Oh, and just when I thought maybe I wouldn’t be such a geek, they’ve got me watching “Firefly.” Sneaky bastards.