I Can't Believe it's July.

This is a mixed bag of crap because I do not have an attention span today.

Do you know what freaks me out? The fucking coffee maker at work. Apparently, this Flavia machine is sweeping the nation. Whatever happened to a pot of coffee sitting on a warmer all day, slowly emulsifying into an non-potable goo? This 'machine' has a screen that runs advertisements of itself while you're brewing your chocamochalatte or whatever the hell button you inadvertently pushed. It also makes "tea". You know what else makes tea? Hot water. So what the hell do we need this thing to make tea for us for? All I know is on the off occasion when I do stoop to using the machine, it explodes the packet of junk they're reporting contains "coffee" with such violence that I've taken to removing myself to another room while it's working, like a nurse in an X-ray room. Psychotic.

Anyway, it's July already, can you believe it? What are you doing for the long weekend? I am not planning much, honey. It might be looking a little like the Wizard of Oz up in the neighborhood this weekend because apparently a bunch of midgets (er - little people) will be hanging in the BK this Independence Day holiday.

Like art? Try this site. It's kind of funny and noirish. And racy, if hardware can be considered racy.

You know what's good? 'Twelfth Night' at the Delacorte (a.k.a. Shakespeare in the Park). Blue Eyes and I survived torrential rain to secure a spot on the stand-by line, and I have to admit it was TOTALLY worth it. The actors were great, the direction was spotless, the set pristine. I wanted to skip through the park and click my heels when we were leaving the production. So if you like to stand on line for long stretches of time, I suggest skipping Statue of Liberty's crown this weekend and try to get tix to the Bard. Culture yourself a little, for godsake.

Ciao xoxo