I say a oh-my and a boo-hoo

       Good lord, it's been a long time since I've updated. I'd like to say it's because I've been so busy but really, I keep forgetting. Work is wearing the hell out of me and I seem to plop myself down whenever I get free time. Down time has become just that. I suppose I should pick up right after I left off. Pittsburgh.
       Pitt was pretty laid back. A bit more lax than I expected but it was nice all the same. Al and I got to do nearly everything we wanted. The one thing that we didn't get to do was confront Kate or, as it turns out other people also know her as, Psycho Kate. I know so many people that I find I need to add qualifiers to their names in order to let people know who I'm talking about. It's always so comforting to find other people using the same adjectives to group the people you know. We both wanted to see her at Hillel and confront her. Alas, she did now show. Perhaps it was because she read my announcement about being there in my blog, but to assume that would be to presume too much. All I know is that I regret not being able to tell her the real reason I didn't get to spend all my time with her that special night at Hillel last year. The rest of the visit was fine. Oh, I nearly forgot. On the way there we found out that Allison's car's gas meter does not change while driving. And when you see cars chug to a stop after running out of gas, well, it really works like that.
       The rest of my life has been the usual: comics, books, movies, work. I've finished off the Marvel at work, almost all the DC and almost all the graphic novels too. NYX sucks. Superman: Birthright was surprisingly good. I don't think that there's anything good out about the mutant academy and the X-Men are really losing their edge. But that's ok because apparently Marvel is now publishing The End of their universe, where all the mutants die. Good for them. The new Potter was great. In fact, I think that this Wednesday I'm going to see it on I-Max. RENT was terrible. Worse than I was expecting. Chris Columbus: just when you give us hope that you'll go through a renaissance you manage to push out the most amateur work yet.  And yes, I am looking at Home Alone.  The script pacing, the faux dialog, the "establishing long shot, pan and scan interior shot" formula.  It was bad.  And cutting out songs that were on the movie soundtrack from the movie?  That's just bizarre.
       I could go on for pages just on the customers at work.  I'll just do a summary, though.  The majority of people in the world are at least borderline retarded.  I've been asked for help and then physically pushed out of the way so the customer can pick up the wrong item twice.  I've been cursed out by an old lady for politely telling her that she's not allowed behind the registers.  As an open letter to all book shoppers everywhere I submit the following:
                                          Please stop.  It doesn't matter what.  Just stop it.  It's most likely the wrong thing to do.
       I think I'm going to call it quits for the night.  Time to pack for Atlantic City, pop some pills and get to bed.  I have plenty more anecdotes but when I don't write in (blog-relative) eral time they just sort of fade out.  I'll work on that.  Till then, please stop shopping anywhere.  Give us all a break in retail.  Just... build something out of paper-mache.  Write a poem.  Wait, don't write a poem.  Make something out of duct-tape and be all "original".  Just don't shop.

PITTSBURGH

       I will be in Pittsburgh. All day Friday through Monday afternoon. I expect much partying. Beakniks/Porch-folk, this means you. Jews, you too! Comment/respond post-haste. Drop a line and tell me when you guys want to rock out with your socks out. Beaks, how does Saturday night look?