Been a min.
The Best of NY List from the Press is tops in my book. I’ve always had a soft spot for that paper because they’ve got a general “we don’t give a fuck and it’ll be raunchy and funny!” attitude (and one of fave weekly columns is Dategirl). Personal highlights:
BEST UNDERAPPRECIATED CONEY ISLAND RIDE: ELDORADO AUTO SKOOTER (the only cars I’m fully licensed to drive)
BEST TIME-KILLER: VIRGIN MEGASTORE, UNION SQUARE
BEST REASON TO GO OUT: OPEN BAR (a.k.a. why jobless losers are having so much more fun than you)
BEST REASON NOT TO NAME “BEST LOCAL BAND”
BEST SPAM HEADERS (SEX) (you can go read that yourself.
I’ll save myself the spam, thanks)
BEST NEWSPAPER FOR KINDLING: THE NEW YORK TIMES
BEST REAL ESTATE TERM: EAST WILLIAMSBURG (preach it!)
BEST BLOG FOR REAL ESTATE WHORES: CURBED.COM (my work place crack. right, Jay?)
ETA: And also blog buddy, Jay Smooth‘s radio show was named one of the best. Holla!
In other news, I’ve been intrigued and appalled by this Observer article on this apparent best-seller. Though the title is golden with me. I abide by the 3 forms of contact rule for someone who looks like they’re about to do the vanish trick: a week with one voicemail msg, an email, and one call but no VM. No response, fuck off. Keeps life simpler.
[side note: Amazon is offering a 2 for 1 special with this book. I sent Mr. KT the link to that over IM.
Mr. KT: oh please
Mr. KT: that’s not true
Mr. KT: it’s the reverse!
Jamirakid: bitches love men why? ;)
Jamirakid: i’d read that book
Mr. KT: no no i mean girls love assholes ;)
Mr. KT: men are simple folk
Jamirakid: heh
Mr. KT: we just like girls who are hot
Mr. KT: not our fault hot girls tend to be bitches
Jamirakid: uh yeah, i’d say it is
Jamirakid: you know that bit is going on the blog, right? LOL]
Such a loving and tender note (in that cruel and hilarious way) [via blog name of the century, Hookers On Stilts]
We can blame work for making me agree with SFJ‘s response:

What’s the worst thing on the charts?
I am not terribly happy when I hear Alicia Keys sing.

At one point, the radios at work were constantly starting or ending “Diary” and “If Ain’t Got You.” You can’t imagine how homicidal that’ll make a person at a certain point. I strangely liked “My Boo” the two times I heard it (perhaps that’s why). It’s got a certain Stacy Lattislaw/Johnny Gill throwback feeling I appreciate.
I can thank Ant for providing me with the link most likely to get me fired. I need to brush up on my geometry.