April 20

Today was much like yesterday — all but indistinguishable, really.

Apropos of nothing, today’s Forgotten English calendar page commemorates the death of Peter Abélard, of Abélard and Héloïse fame:

He wrote of her in his autobiography, “I considered all the usual attractions for a lover and decided she was the one to bring to my bed, confident I should have an easy success for at that time I had youth and exceptional good looks as well as my great reputation to recommend me, and feared no rebuff from any woman I should choose to honor with my love.”

I’ll bet it was his humility she really fell in love with!

That was my weekend

I got home a little after midnight yesterday, and I was a little too tired to actually post anything here. Of course, I wasn’t so tired that I didn’t get in a little late-night capping or watch half of this week’s episode of Doctor Who. (I fell asleep somewhere in the middle, but that was much more exhaustion than any kind of boredom. It was another good episode, which I finished watching this afternoon. I’m particularly looking forward to next week’s, which looks like Stephen Moffat Crossover Overload.)

Why was I out so late, you may ask? Well, I was in Manhattan, at the Cinematic Titanic show in Times Square. And it was a whole heck of a lot of fun.

Not quite sure what I was going to do about dinner, or if I was going to get a chance to meet up with the friends/fellow cappers I knew were attending, I got an early-ish train into the city, arriving a little before five o’clock. The doors of the Nokia theater weren’t scheduled to open until seven, so I had a little time to kill. I decided to kill some of it by revisiting the High Line, which I first saw back in September. It’s a really nice way to see Manhattan — and will probably be even more so once they finally finish extending it to 34th Street — and I definitely recommend it if you’re visiting the city and the weather’s nice. It was a little overcast and windy last night, but I still had a nice time walking the length of it that’s open, something like eight or nine city blocks.

I walked around a little more, finally ending up a little further uptown in the neighborhood where I work. I skipped the chance to actually walk past my office building, where they were no doubt even then testing the fire alarm. (I kid, although they do seem to do that all the time.) I grabbed a sandwich for dinner near Bryant Park, then walked over to the theater in Times Square, hoping to meet up with the rest of the group. And I did, very briefly, although no sooner had we been ushered into the building than we were separated into our assigned sections. It was a big theater, and eventually became very crowded — they were sold out, Joel Hodgson later said — so I didn’t really get to see anybody I knew for any length of time. I didn’t see them at all on my way out after the show, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

The show started a little late, and by 8:30 I’ll admit I was getting a little restless. They finally took to the stage, with some very funny warm-up material that seemed to play into the fact that they’d kept us waiting — “just ten more minutes,” they said about half a dozen times — and then with the movie itself. They were riffing on Danger on Tiki Island (aka Brides of Blood), which for a terrible movie was surprisingly not so bad. I mean, it was genuinely awful, don’t get me wrong, and easily lent itself to the mockery, but…well, maybe it’s just that, as a fan of Mystery Science Theater and its offshoots (like Cinematic Titanic), I’ve seen much worse. Hodgson called the film “actually one of the better Filipino monster movies” and despite its awfulness at almost every level, it was hard not to kind of admire it. The movie was no Plan 9 from Outer Space — which is ineptly made but an absolute delight — and not by a long shot, but…well, it was also no Manos: The Hands of Fate.

The show itself was great fun, and though I didn’t see any of the group I’d come in with on my way out, I was right behind MSNBC’s Keith Olbermann. I later confirmed that he was there via Twitter, as was John Hodgman, who I glimpsed across the aisle before the show. (Him I’d seen once before, years ago, at a reading/interview he did with Neil Gaiman. I still remember how Hodgman had trouble proving to security who he was so they would let him in.) I don’t know if any other New York semi-celebrities were in the crowd last night, though, since I opted to head back home rather than stick around to try and get my poster signed.

By comparison, today was pretty boring, though pleasantly so. I worked on the New York Times crossword — not quite finished, though this week’s theme seems a little halfhearted, I have to say — and a little on a short story. I also watched the rest of that Doctor Who episode, and another episode of Slings & Arrows, which is probably my favorite series set at a fictional Canadian Shakespeare festival. I also went for a short walk, then a shorter one with the dog, and wrote this. It’s no live shows on Broadway levels of excitement, but it was a good weekend overall.

Of course, it’s back to the office tomorrow. This three-day weekend was nice, but it was much too short.

Three-day weekend? Don’t mind if I do.

I’m a little embarrassed to admit this, but I fell asleep last night well before ten o’clock. I was watching another episode of Fringe — which doesn’t speak well for the show’s ability to hold my interest, though I do seem to keep watching — and the next thing I knew, it was past two in the morning. I thought briefly about posting an update here anyway, but I opted instead for brushing my teeth, putting on pajamas, and going back to bed.

All day long yesterday, I felt like I was on a relaxed Friday schedule while everybody around me was still in middle-of-the-week, knee-deep-in-Thursday mode. That might have something to do with its still being Thursday, but I knew I would be taking today off as the start of a three-day weekend, so I wasn’t about to let a little thing like reality stand in my way.

Though stand in my way it did, and for some very long hours. It was capped by all sorts of confusion and delays on the railroad coming home. I got to Penn Station, where I was directed to a different track than usual, and then I panicked slightly when the doors closed several minutes before they were supposed to and I thought, “uh oh, maybe I’m on the wrong train.” It didn’t help that you couldn’t understand the conductor’s announcements at all over the train’s PA system, but by time we reached Queens, it was all but certain the train wasn’t going where I wanted to go — either because we’d been sent to the wrong track originally, or because they’d decided to change the plan, unannounced, en route. Whatever the problem — and by then they were calling it “signal failure” — I got off in Jamaica, where after a lot more confusion I managed to get on a train that was stopping at my station. In the end, I wasn’t home a lot later than usual, but I was especially glad I wouldn’t have to get on the train again the next day.

And I didn’t. I spent today not doing a whole lot, though I did mail out most of the current issue of Kaleidotrope — international contributors and subscribers tomorrow — and buy a few new pairs of shoes. My current dress shoes, and even my sneakers, are suddenly falling apart, so it was time to replace them. They gave me a coupon for $10 off (a $50 purchase), which would be great if it wasn’t valid only between May 2 and 22. That’s a pretty narrow window, and there’s almost no chance I’m going to need another pair of shoes any time within it. Or at least I hope not.

Beyond that, I watched a little of The Mighty Boosh (season 3) and finished re-watching season 1 of Slings & Arrows. I’d recommend both shows, though Boosh is definitely the weirder of the two. (And a ghost is a main character in Slings.)

According to my Forgotten English calendar, today is the feast day of St. Benedict Labre, the patron saint of vagabonds. Which isn’t exactly relevant, but a fun historical fact nonetheless.

Wednesdaying it up

Today was a pretty average day. We had one of our regular “brown bag lunches” at work, where they invite a speaker and give us free food for attending, but I decided to skip this one. It was about “Meals Off the Clock: Tips for Cooking During the Work Week,” and going for a walk on my lunch break seemed like the better option. I don’t do a lot of cooking, to be honest. When I was single, living on my own, it often wasn’t much fun making a big production out of a meal for one person, and now that I live with my parents, dinner is usually more of a collaborative effort. I have been looking into moving out recently, in that hesitant oh-my-god-is-that-really-how-much-these-apartments-cost kind of way. So I could maybe use some tips for stretching a dollar and still eating well. But the weather was nice enough that a walk seemed like more fun. The lunches in general are a pretty mixed bag; some have been pretty great, some not so much, and you never know what you’re going to get until you’re trapped there for the hour or more.

Other than that, it was just a lot more of the same. All the trains out of Manhattan were delayed this evening, apparently because one hit a pedestrian in Kew Gardens. I haven’t been able to find out any more information since, but that’s what we were told over the PA system: police activity following an unauthorized person being hit by a train. Almost certainly a suicide attempt, and almost certainly a successful one, or at least that seems to be the consensus here, which is just a shame if it’s true. My own train was forty minutes late because of the delays, and I had to go pick up my mother in Hicksville. (She doesn’t work in Manhattan but had to go in today, and she got the wrong train coming home.)

And that was my Wednesday. I’m only working four days this week, so tomorrow is pretty much my Friday. I’m looking forward to that!