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I am spending a lot of time at the moment working my arse off with an open browser window sitting behind all the work on a blank 'Create New Entry' page. I don't know what's gotten into me. Working.
Weirdo.

Here's an idea for the perennially bored: if you want to see an interesting side to New York, carry a curly wrought- and cast iron headboard fifteen or twenty blocks, from Greenwich Village to Chelsea. People chuckle as they pass, wave from restaurants and cafes and smile at you a lot. People joke at traffic lights and perform entertaining double takes coming out of shops.
Last night I helped Shana carry her craigslist-new bed accessory home after we tried and failed to fit it into a regular taxi, then a minicab taxi, and then waited for a bus. Bloody bus driver. He stopped ten feet away, took one look at the enormous lump of iron we were carrying and drove off. The bus only had about two people on it, as well. Some people, eh? We gave him the finger. Well...two fingers. Separately.

This fondue, with a little customization on the cheese front (adding appenzeller because Krissa 'heard it was lovely', but who needs an excuse to take a dish consisting entirely of cheese and add more cheese?), tastes fantastic with asian pears, washington apples, fresh mushrooms, and french bread. And wine.

Fartparty is funny. (Oh, and work safe, if you're worried about the name) Read the archives, too. First spotted through Funjunkie. Funjunkie is also great.

Um.

Anything exciting going on?