Well, it's finally happened

Native New Yorker or not, I've never been a Giants fan (my hopeless causes instinct has long pointed me towards the Jets). But now that Michael Vick is an Eagle, I'll be rooting for the Giants.

In fact, I'll be rooting for them to play against the Eagles like they did against the Redskins on November 18, 1985.

Of course, the NFC East has always been my least favorite division, anyway, as I've long hated both the Redskins and the Cowboys, and I wasn't exactly an Eagles fan before they got the Dog Torturer as a QB. But now I have to root for the 'Skins and 'Boys against the Eagles, too.

"We get them from some guy named Procrustes. Why?"

There are many, many reasons that the Doubletree Metropolitan Hotel sucks. I haven't had time to write up the NY trip in full, not least because of the amount of time I'd have to spend thinking about that craphole (as well as because work's really busy this week). But here's one of the annoying bits.

See, when we reserved the room, we made sure to ask for an extra bed for Elayna. Something that's not an unusual request, and usually results in a little rollaway cot.

But not at the Doubletree.

On walking into the room, this is what we saw:



Seriously. A little half-assed chaise lounge.

But wait, you say. Maybe it just looks small because of your crappy cellphone camera. Well, no. It looks blurry because it's a cell phone camera. But let's add some perspective, in the form of the daughter, who, at 4'9", is decidedly below average height:



Seriously. The "bed" ends above her knees.

Needless to say, the Doubletree Metropolitan is not a place where one sleeps in luxury. Or a place where you can get much sleep at all.

Oh, and in case you're wondering why there are no sheets on the "bed," that's because it never occurred to them to provide sheets when they set up the room. We had to call down at 9 that night and wait half an hour while they hunted up the one extra set of sheets in the hotel. But that's another story, and work beckons.

Feels like you're back again, and hope ridin' high

ABC is making a TV series out of St. Elmo's Fire.

As long as they get the John Parr theme song, I'm there for at least the pilot.

Yes!

Everyone who reads and/or writes books should read this post. Everyone else is likely not reading this post, anyway.

Key quote:

It's a pretty simple equation, really. Limited lifespan divided by number of books it's possible to consume due to vagaries of money and mortality equals I am not buying your books if you behave like a fuckmuppet in public.

But read the whole thing.

Ongoing Glee!

Here. Have some Salt 'n Peppa: