Happy Thanksgiving! I am alls alone in NYC workin' the job every night and day (I actually go to work in an hour, but we close early today at 10pm), and reviewing a big ol' stack of videogames for fake money when I'm not on the real job. So don't cry for me, Argentina. And two days ago, I got my first up close encounter with celebrity when Philip Seymour Hoffman came into Kims and rented Crash. Since I haven't had a chance to see that one yet, I'm not sure if he is in it or not... he seems to pop up in just about every other "epic" ensemble piece. I think it would be hilarious if he was in it and rented it to watch himself.
Anyway, that moment was way cooler than my previous Kims celebrity, Timothy Dalton, who I usually have to explain with, "Come on, the guy that made the Bond movies before Brosnan and after Moore! The Living Daylights! License to Kill!"
This past weekend you may or may not have seen Monica and I making a surprise appearance in Omaha. The idea was that we would retreat to homebase to get the finest medical care available to fix this godforsaken illness that is now past the two month mark and moving on towards 2006. (Random fact: At my last doctor's appointment I learned that since this sickness corrupted me I've lost a further 18 pounds.)
What I actually ended up doing was cancelling doctors appointments and spending a few days kicking back and relaxing, which I haven't done properly in a while. We visited the zoo, the new Blue Flamingo, the theaters (movie tickets are much cheaper here), and most importantly, my basement. Hub of all activity for generations. If you didn't get a chance to see us be all cute and snarky, you probably didn't miss your only shot at doing so.
And I apologize to Jeff for what he'll find when he returns; with no one around I have quickly retreated to a bachelor lifestyle complete with piles of dirty dishes and Xbox 360 crap all over the room. Feel free to leave me several forms of angry messages including paper and electronic.
Finally, people should check out the new ILikeNiceThings.com. Jeff and I have been secretly publishing small snippets of ideas and fun there for the past few weeks, and it's always brought a small joy to my heart. I just don't think anyone reads it; not that it even matters anymore. Pure concept.
P.P.S. I am writing my final paper for Race and Ethnicity in American Comedy on none other than Will Smith aka Big Willie Style, which involves actually taking notes on Wild Wild West. Sickening.