It has come to my attention that the residents of the uber-indie Williamsburg (Brooklyn) have been referring to visiting Manhattanites as Bridge&Tunnel trash. Um, this vexes me. Do I even need to go into a diatribe about this? Ahem — Times Sq, Greenwich Village, Tribeca, Wall Street, Harlem: can any of these world-famous neighborhoods be found in, oh lets say, Brooklyn? No? How about the Bronx? Queens? What about Staten Island? Ohhh wait, that’s right… they’re all in MANHATTAN. Please, bitches. Don’t even play. The outer-bourough elitists can suck it, man.

I spent the better part of my evening kicking it with J along the Upper West Side enjoying smoothies and some goodass munchies from Popcorn, Indiana. Where did that place come from?! How long has it been there? It’s fucking awesome! (I highly recommend the BBQ popcorn).

Snapple Fact #62: The lifespan of a tastebud is 10 days.

It’s official!!! My lovely east-ender pal UK Matt will be making a trip to NYC this fall and he’s staying with me! Woo-hoo! I must be sure to stock up on lots of tea and crumpets and marmalade. Oh, and watercrest (you know, for sandwiches). Matt keeps insisting that none of it is necessary and that all he wants is to go to the Village and eat @ Wendy’s, but I know how improper those British like to think we Americans are, and I’ll be damned if I’m not the perfect host to this limey bastard during his stay. Nobody’s gonna shine Spriteboy down, dammit. Gonna be nothing but high tea @ noon, games of cricket, and lots of “Pip pip” and “cheerio” up in this mother, innit!

They need to kick that fat guy off of Road Rules already. This is just getting ridiculous. Yes, I know we’re all making a statement by keeping this heavy guy on the team, and we’re sending a message that an overweight person can do just as much as somebody who’s in say, better shape. Case made, point taken, action recieved. Fine. Now send him home. He’s fucking lost 2 missions for everyone already and it’s time to do this shit and start winning stuff. Just do it, already.

Spriteboy Fact #237: I truly enjoy a warm Pop-Tart @ odd hours of the night.

Caught the end of Boy Meets Boy tonight. Hmmm…. I dunno about this shit. While I think it’s cool that there’s a gay dating show, I find the whole “secret twist” to be something of a cruel joke. Like, “Ohhh, look at the homo! He’s falling for another guy but he doesn’t know he’s actually STRAIGHT! Isn’t that funny?!” Then again, they did the same kind of thing to the women from Who Wants To Marry A Millionare? so I guess this is nothing especially different in this case. The whole thing just seems a bit wrong. At the same time, I have a hard time sympathizing with anybody who would go on a reality TV show hoping to find a soulmate. Ahh, I’ll still watch.