So I got off work at 1 a.m. and headed home. Having recently changed my mortice lock, I had decided right before work that I should gather up all of my house keys and make sure I had a couple of complete extra sets. I went to the local locksmith/keymaker on 22nd Street (down the street from Rosanne Cash's house) and had him make up two sets. When I got home I tried the new mailbox keys (works!), the downstairs frontdoor key (works) and the deadbolt key (works). I got inside to say hi to Larry and set everything down, then turned around to try the mortise lock (the one on the doorknob). While you might say I should have "tested" it with the door open, the door does not lock WITHOUT a key, so I had no hesitation in playing "I'm home from work opening the door" in my hallway. Full story...
This week's playlist comes from my pal Brian Ferrari (aka Bri-Guy), who is an accomplished "actor, singer, writer, filmmaker, public access TV host, radio DJ" (but seldom all at once) -- and perhaps the only person in the world who is a bigger Kirsty MacColl fan than I am.
Debbie Harry wigs out again, this time at the grand opening of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ANNEX NYC in SoHo (76 Mercer St).
THIS is a fun story about the so-called health halo -- people's tendency to think because they eat one "healthy" item with a meal that it negates the calories (or unhealthiness) of the rest of it.
With the lighting of the Christmas tree last night at Rockefeller Center, there's no denying that the holiday season is officially upon us.
Are you shitting me? Hockey bad boy Sean Avery gets suspended indefinitely by the National Hockey League for this obscene sexual reference: "I just want to comment on how it's become a common thing in the NHL for guys to fall in love with my sloppy seconds.
I had such a crush on Hart Bochner back when I first saw him in "Apartment Zero," but I don't have much faith in his "Starter Wife" co-star Debra Messing's new vehicle(!), "Nothing Like the Holidays.
It's good to see that being starved and imprisoned weren't going to stop this poor kid from getting back into his gym routine the second he got out.
Well, it's not just my ear lobes that (not-so-little) Larry can't get enough of. So next time the veterinarian tries to tell me my baby needs one of those $500 teeth cleanings I'm going to know they're just trying to hose me.
Isn't that Cathy Renna in the middle?
Dwight Garner reviews "The Essential Dykes to Watch Out For," an anthology of comic strips by Alison Bechdel, in today's NY Times: "This strip, printed mostly in college-town alternative newspapers over the past two decades, has chronicled the fractious lives and loves of an articulate group of lesbians in a city that resembles Minneapolis.
So I'm rushing to work yesterday afternoon, leaving myself my customary 10 minutes to get to work. As I get down the stairs of the subway stop on 14th Street, I can hear my train pulling into the station (I'm only going to Times Square, so the A C or E will do).
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