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I went to see the first showing of the Lord of the Rings last night at midnight. My friend Stew Katz showed up at 9:30 to get a place in line; I showed up at 10:30 to find him in a group of, maybe 20 people waiting to get in. There were only two costumes…

Welcome, Francesco Vitelli, and all other members of the Genevieve Futrelle Background-of-the-Webcam Fan Club! Other featured guests, from my server log: Genevieve’s mom Genevieve’s dad Genevieve’s brother Mystery guests from mysterious fixed IP numbers Thanks for stopping by, you all, and remember to let me know if my head is blocking your view.

New Prada store: Ass! Ass! The NY Celebrity Sightings Channel on upoc.com alerted my phone on Saturday night that the Prada store on Prince and Broadway was finally hosting a star-studded opening. I was excited to see it, because the space is huge, in the Soho Guggenheim building, and had a lot of buzz: a…

My Mom’s new puppy The dog on the left is Sophie, my mom’s new puppy. Sophie is a Cardigan Welsh Corgi. Unlike Pembrokes (which is the kind of dog the Queen of England has), Cardigans have long tails and bigger ears. They’re cowherding dogs — they’d nip the cows in the heels, then duck under…

Yours is a Very Bad Hotel: A Graphic Complaint prepared for: Joseph Crosby General Manager Lisa Rinker Front Desk Manager DoubleTree Club Hotel 2828 Southwest Freeway Houston, Texas

Hey, I’m gonna collaborate on a giant New Mexican spitting rat! C-o-o-o-o-o-l!!!

I went to Boston yesterday, for a day visit to the Bridgespan group, where I’m working now. When we took off and rolled into a turn, the air nozzles starting blowing out a concentrated stench. The smell was a combination of burned scrambled eggs and wet dog. What the hell was that about?

NoLiTa True Crime, Continued: Gina protects my apartment. On leaving my apartment yesterday morning, the lock got stuck; the door was bolted, but I couldn’t lock it all the way or open it again. So I called Gina, the super of my building and one of the last bastions of the Little Italy Old Guard.…

Never Underestimate the Power of Standing Around There was a fight, or at least almost a fight, on the corner below my window last night. I heard some yelling, and looked down to see seven or eight young hispanic guys, some in aprons, squared off against three young black guys. The hispanic guys had the…

The Wrong Uncle (Post in haste, repent at leisure) To my horror and chagrin, I realized when I got back to my desk this morning that I had misidentified one of my uncles in the Baldwin Family Thanksgiving photos! The man in the cloth cap is not, in fact, my uncle Bob, but is his…