The only living boy in New York

I finally found a use for business cards. A couple weeks ago I won a ten-dollar gift certificate at my favorite sushi restaurant. Yesterday I got a call from Jimmy John's because I won a party platter for the office. I just got done eating a third of a vito and a third of a veggie sub, and now I'm off to meet Paradise Regained for lunch. I'm filling my pocket with business cards to drop in every fishbowl I see.

Last night I did NOT play The Sims all evening. I played for awhile, finished a mixtape, played LOTR:Two Towers (big ups to Sparky!), played Grand Theft Auto III (where I picked up TWO prostitutes at a time!), went back to some The Sims, then went to bed. I read a little bit in there too. Variety is the spice of life, after all.

This morning I rode the train with a co-worker. Which was fine and all, but I really prefer having some alone time and listening to my walkman. Rebel Rebel was on! I had to turn off Rebel Rebel! Granted, it's a tape, which means it will still be on when I plug in my walkman later, but still.

My current favorite Bowie song is "All the Young Dudes". I used to be a lyrics person. While I still appreciate smart or funny or moving words, it's now more about how it's being delivered. I'm a sucker for an interesting melody or bridge or cadence or vocalization. Sometimes I'm horrified when I actually realize what's being said. Sort of like when I got really into the song "Shackles" by Mary Mary and then I actually put it together that it's about Jesus. Oh.

Now off to second lunch. Not to be confused with elevensies.

Becoming, Pt. 2

MelRo is sick, possibly with what I had on Wednesday paired with a bad allergy attack brought by a soy beverage I recommended. I suspect she has an allergy to vanilla and not the soy, but I'm no scientist.

So we're watching the end of season two Buffy, because that's always best when bedridden and feeling bad. And I got all excited about the brief cameo of Jenny Calendar, so I decided I should look her up for the possibility of seeing the actress in something at the video store, thereby alleviating some of my grief.

Robia La Morte. That's her name. I knew that, I've seen the credits enough times. It didn't ring any bells. I didn't expect to find out she was in something I'd seen.

But this...this is better than the realization that Anthony Head was the Nescafe guy. This is just....too much.

Robia La Morte was Pearl. As in Diamond and Pearl. As in Prince and the New Power Generation circa 1991 (was the NPG ever NOT circa 1991?). As in Get Off and Cream.

I can't believe Jenny Calendar is Pearl. I think I'm just going to stop here and not read anymore.