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Today was Mura’s last day in New York, and we had brunch, went shopping, and got completely drenched while sprinting along 42nd Street. Then we got back on the train, because we figured one drenching was enough for one day.

(We got soaked again while running back to the car after getting dinner at Pizzeria Uno, but that’s not the point of this post.)

Our first stop, pre-rain, was Best Buy, where Mura got When Harry Met Sally and Cowboy Bebop, and I got…Invader Zim. The entire series, for $25, people. At least two of my college friends would be jealous. Only one is reading this blog, though.

I also got a totally awesome t-shirt at Books Kinokuniya, which is, hands down, one of the most dangerous stores in New York.

If your major dinner decision is whether to put black or red beans in your rice and sausage skillet thing.

Yeah, I should probably cook something else this week.

I went into the office “kitchen” (lacking a stove, but possessing a fridge, microwave, water cooler, coffee machine, and dishwasher) a couple minutes ago to dump my cold tea and replace it with some water, and noticed that my missing issue of SciTech News (a riveting publication produced by the SciTech, Physics, and Chemistry divisions of SLA) had a place of honor on the table, right next to the New York Times.

Good to see someone reads it, because I can’t be bothered to do more than skim.

In other news, my work appraisal was this morning and was certainly the most glowing work appraisal I’ve gotten in my life.  If it weren’t for the facts that 1) the economy suck, and 2) I’ve been here for less than six months, I’d probably be getting a pretty decent raise next month when they’re approved.  So all is awesome there.

But this is indisputably the most hilarious interview the AV Club has ever done.  Probably my favorite part is the quote about Oliver Stone:

 Oliver Stone would not be making movies if I didn’t make movies. My roommate and I at Yale made two feature-length movies with a Bolex—which is a wind-up camera, not a social disease—while Oliver would hang out. He was writing this horrible, crappy novel—he was trying to be James Joyce or something, but it was awful—but as a result of hanging around us, he went to film school…But at Yale, he would hang out while I was making movies.

When I was in college (not, obviously, at Yale) I hung out and watched boys play video games.  Sadly this has not led to a career  as a hotshot video game designer.

Except instead of Dennis the Menace, I have an entire group of screaming kids in my parking lot.  It’s 7:30, don’t these people have homework anymore?

And here I thought that by living in an apartment complex there would be less shrieking children.  Silly me.

Watched Survivor tonight, as I do most Thursdays, and I think I can say without spoilers or reservations that 1) this episode had the most brilliant blindside I’ve seen and 2) I love Amanda a ton.

Yesterday, I figured out that I may have a problem.

I was searching Piperlime for new black flats as mine are so stretched out that they slap against my feet like flip-flops, and instead of buying these Anne Klein shoes in the black patent, I got…dark pink.  This is on top of the green shoes I bought earlier this year, the purple ones I got last fall, and a pair of maroon ones.   In addition, Target has a pair of kitten heel Mary Janes coming out that I want in red.  Or blue.  When I finally pick out a pair of flat sandals for the summer, I have a sneaking suspicion that I won’t get either brown/tan or black, but green or red.

And in the meantime? I still need a new pair of black flats.