I love running across weird shit in the course of my work; check out this movie synopsis from “Alicia en La España de Las Maravillas (1978)”:

Four different Alices wander through mazes constructed from 40 years of Spanish history in this post-Franco meditation. Loosely related to the “Alice” of Alice in Wonderland, in one episode of this film, Alice (who is clearly a metaphor for the Spanish people) is raped by some multinational corporations. Told in a somewhat confusing manner, especially for those unfamiliar with the nuances of Spain’s history in the period between 1936 and 1975, this is director Jorge Feliu’s first feature film.

Funny; I don’t remember the rape scene in the Disney version.

I grew up in New York, I live in New York, but I will always be a Masshole at heart.  The effin’ Cape bitchez!!!!

I was a pretty gay little kid.

Given the opportunity, how would you change New York?
All my dreams are incredibly naive. I have a child’s understanding of market forces and real estate, but I’ve been despondent over the city’s extreme affluence. I understand how hospitable New York can be to the aspiring hedge funder, but I cannot for the life of me figure out how young people with dreams of making art are even managing to come here any more. And without them, the city will become like everywhere else. More subways, fewer cars, maybe? Affordable housing, blah blah, perhaps a more mindful approach before we efface the neighborhoods and districts that provided specific services and made the city unique and perfect and replace them with open-plan loft condos all sporting the same Wenge-cabinetry kitchens, for god’s sake. New York is breaking my heart. I’ve often said that it’s like having a really interesting boyfriend suddenly becoming really, really into wine, and having to have endless conversations about it.

From his Gothamist interview.

Would you like a grilled sausage with bread? Would you like to date Lill-Babs? Get in line.

This is my new favorite song!  Thanks, WFMU!

I actually worked from home today, and it’s Satuday. How lame is that? I put in a pretty good block of time, too– from like 3 to 10. I’ve been trying to guard my nights and weekends pretty closely with this job, but it doesn’t seem like anybody else at work shares this philosophy. I was pretty scared of that at first, but now I’m starting to see why– you actually get things done.

So, I have this weird problem where I can’t keep track of two things at once. I can’t, for instance, have a normal human conversation and dial a phone at the same time. I will trail off in mid sentence and piss off the person I’m talking to. But today at home I didn’t have to break for any meetings or answer any questions out of left field. It was AWESOME. Like a drug, it threatens to take over my social life.  (Although I did, in fact, go out last night.)

Wow.