Forget all that crap about wanting to stay in Coolidge Corner when I finally do buy a condo.
I’ve just put down a bid for this cozy place in Romania.
Now, some may say I’m a bit batty for doing so, but I hear the nightlife is great here.
Apparently the place really comes alive when the sun goes down.
I was reading the letters to the editor in today’s Boston Globe about BC‘s move into Brighton, and residents’ resistance to it.
And this line in the letter by Maria Guadalupe Rodrigues struck me as particularly telling:
“Many residents of the neighborhood have links to the area that go back more then three generations.”
Hmmmm … it seems Maria made the common then/than switcheroo.
Perhaps having some academia closer to home might do her some good?
It’s not that my mom isn’t worth it, but I just wanted to quickly thank the U.S. Postal Service for waiting until after Mother’s Day to put their new rates into effect.
It’s surprising, given how much mail was sent this past week, but it’s much appreciated.
Now it’s off to go buy some two-centers.
Just a quick question: Why aren’t Boston cabs equipped with Fast Lane transponders?
I know the drivers are trying to make money, and a longer ride equals a higher tab, but considering how often they go through the toll booths, and considering the passenger isn’t paying the toll (at least not directly), wouldn’t it make sense for the cabs to have a Fast Lane transponder so they can zip right through and don’t have to sit in traffic?
For your weekend viewing pleasure, check out this clip (from FunnyorDie.com) of Alec Baldwin giving Dora the Explorer a call.
Good news: I did not make the Boston Phoenix‘s list of the 100 Unsexiest Men in the World, like Gilbert Gottfried did.
Phew!
I guess when Justin Timberlake was bringing sexy back, these guys were otherwise occupied.
Thankfully, I sent JT my $19.95 just in time.
At the risk of saying the wrong thing, let me ask this question, with tongue firmly in cheek: Isn’t every Friday good?
While I was away this week, someone posted a pretty funny trailer for the movie adaptation of the Mooninite scare earlier this year (yeah, Hollywood works really quickly). Check it out here.
(No, this is not real.)
Thanks to Sara for alerting me to the significance of February 28.
Apparently, it’s National Public Sleeping Day, a chance for people to fall asleep in public — on the T, in the office, at Starbucks, or wherever you may be — and have it be perfectly alright.
In keeping with the holiday, I’m going to take a public nap right here on the Internets.
So check back in a few days. There’ll be nothing new to read here until next week.
In every issue, Esquire runs a few quick endorsements.
So allow me to run one of my own: the random day off.
I’ve become a big fan of taking nothing-special-to-do, just-a-day-off days off as a chance to just hang out, relax, and catch up on my life. I took a couple in December when I was trying to burn them off (at my company, if you don’t use your days off, you lose them), and I took one today too.
The benefits of these kinds of days off are plentiful: You can sleep in. You can watch morning TV shows, such as Regis & Kelly, or Ellen, or old Dawson’s Creek reruns (oh, and today’s was a classic from back when Brittany Daniel was on). You can run errands at stores like Shaw’s or Target, go to the movies (more on that later), or walk down Newbury Street, and all of it is practically empty.
Similarly, you can actually do your laundry because no one else is competing for the machines. I also enjoy treating myself to a nice-er lunch, or rewarding myself simply because I’m not at work.
I’ll likely take another day in a month or two so I can go to the doctor for a physical.
I think we all tend to save our vacation days for actual vacations (I know I generally do), but I highly recommend taking random days off like this when you have the chance.
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