Thursday, December 6, 2007

Tom Cruise Isn't, But I Heard His Agent Is

First off, Happy Chanukah to all my Jewish compadres. I hope you get a harmonica on this lovely, lovely Chanukah.

For the third time since Sunday, it snowed here in New York. Since it hasn't done anything crazy to piss me off yet, like create the need to unfreeze my car doors or to dig my car out of a plowed-in snowbank, we cool for now, that snow and I.

Imus is back! And even though I'm rarely awake early enough to hear him, the magic of technology allows me to hear American's favorite cowboy whenever I want. Bear with me as I explain this, because I have the technical abilities of a ninety year-old Siberian grandmother. I have this program called Total Recorder that records any sound an application on your computer makes. It also has a scheduling function! So all I have to do every night before I go to bed is open the streaming audio portion of 77 WABC-AM's website, and set the scheduler on the program to record from 6-10am. When I'm getting ready to leave the house, I transfer the file and boom! I'm hearing the I-Man on my iPod in my iCar on the way to the iBronx. It's like a Tivo for your iPod.

I just realized the last time I updated was November 5th. I really should stay more on top of this site. I wouldn't want Ms. Jessica Liconti (there's your shoutout!) to be bored for too long.

Bought a hat on eBay the other day. It's one of those flat hats. Driving caps they're called. I won it for a whopping $2.47, so who could pass up a steal like that for the winter months.

Spring break: Cozumel! I really could not be any more excited. Maybe if they put in a casino, but I'm fine with the beach, heat, and the bikinis that naturally come with the package. That's why they call it all-inclusive. Screw the unlimited Mojitos. Well, no, I'll still take the Mojito as well.

I'll be back again on the other side of finals week. Or, more likely, when I want to procrastinate while studying. Good luck everyone! Hope you're not too far from a bar or a bed when it's all over. The bar I'll buy in my retirement years will have huge reclining chairs with cupholders. By then, it'll probably be cheap enough to put a plasma in front of each TV. Screw the trendiness of house music and no TVs at bars. How the hell else are you going to know what any of your nine New York sports teams are doing? If it's April or May, you could have seven of thm playing in the same night! Some of the best conversations can happen over sports anyway. A guy I know met his long-time girlfriend while watching a Red Sox game at a pub. Now THAT'S romance. No fake people in my bar.

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