How I use my spare time

So the other night, while bored, I spent some time trying to take artsy pictures of a martini. As you can see... I failed miserably. But this is my best attempt:

Nice weather for the weekend

Actually, I don’t think there’s supposed to be nice weather for the weekend at all. But the weather during the week has been lovely. So here’s a cheery picture from nearby my work, as a tribute to the progressing spring:

Domesticity

I was told not too long ago that I have a bachelor’s refrigerator. But I did go to the grocery store this weekend—buy four yogurts, get four free!

Vacancy

There’s a vacant lot in the block next to mine where a synagogue used to be. This was one of the passers-through yesterday:

Outside

There’s been beautiful weather lately. And one of the nice things about working downtown is that you can take a walk around the Battery and look at boats. I don’t know where the Provincetown II came from. All I know is that it had lots and lots of screaming children on it.

A very special weekend

It’s a special time of year. And this is what I spent a great deal of my weekend doing:

They came, they came!

Yaaaaaay!

Please, Netflix, please ship my movies

This weekend, after having a conversation over brunch that sounded like an unimaginative commercial, I went home and signed up for Netflix.

I’ve avoided Netflix for years. But once I made the decision to sign up, I proceeded to spend hours—hours—picking movies, rating movies, reordering my queue. And during the process, I got more and more excited about getting the first movies.

And they won’t come. On Saturday, when I signed up, Netflix cheerily announced, “We’ll send your first 2 available movies on Monday.” Then, around 3:00 on Monday, the announcement changed: “We’ll send your first 2 available movies on Tuesday.” Late yesterday afternoon: “We’ll send your first 2 available movies on Wednesday.” My Netflix homepage admonishes me to keep my queue full, saying in big, bold letters, “We’ll ship your first movie soon!”

I’ve now called, and customer support is supposedly taking care of it.

Please, Netflix. Please just ship them.

Damages and death

A colleague pointed out that I had checked out the most gothic of the New York Jurisprudence volumes.