

I met a cat tonight.
I have no Internet in my mostly empty apartment. Not really sure what to do with myself.

You know, in a weird way we’ll sleep better tonight knowing that somewhere far away, in a bland hotel room that looks just like every other hotel room he stays in these days, a very happy Mitt Romney ate some cereal with his wife Ann and went to bed.
Romney doesn’t strike me as a breakfast for dinner kind of guy. I’m impressed… not enough to even joke about voting for him or any GOP candidate.
The earliest Verizon can come and set up service in my apartment is a week from Saturday. That seems excessive.

Williamsburg Bridge… from my apartment.

I bought one of these Sony shower radios primarily for listening to WNYC 93.9 in the morning. In Boston there were two NPR stations, an oldies station, and few rock stations that I liked to listen to, but I think WNYC is the only thing I’ll be listening to here.
Why has no one made an internet radio for the bathroom yet?

Stephen Fry

I hate guns, but the Glock logo is pretty classy.