Take the A(Rod) Train

The C train (also the A train when it’s pinch-hitting for the C) is the A-Rod of the subway. In a game against Kansas City in April - the middle of the day, rush hour, anytime you’re NOT in a hurry - the C train is all home runs and RBIs. It comes right away, there are no delays and everything is fine. But come playoff time -Saturday morning, after 11:00 pm, when you needed to be at Penn Station 15 minutes ago- it’s completely useless. It’ll take 45 minutes to arrive; you will be stopped at 59th St. for 15 minutes; or, like A-Rod in the clutch - down one in the bottom of the ninth with two on and one out - it will ground into a double play by completely skipping your stop, forcing you to walk four blocks out of your way and fight off all the douchebags in Times Square when you are already a half hour late for work. Also it’s blue, just like A-Rod’s lips.

Year of the Cat

Happy New Year!

As promised, a redesign (sort of). Pretty new colors and polls!

2007 New Year's Resolutions:

-Will not drink a bottle of wine before browsing iTunes
-Will be open-minded about listening to music that is not ABBA, Bob Dylan or popular in 1973
-Will stop... will REDUCE gossiping about co-workers
-Will limit “Hogzilla” references about upstairs neighbor to 20 per day
-Will make effort to leave apartment rather than living vicariously through MTV