Hello, friends, strangers, and stalkers. (Just kidding about that last one, of course. If I have one regret in life, it’s that I’m not terribly stalkable.*) I trust that you’ve been enjoying the blog-entry stylings of Kenneth, a.k.a. "little Harry."
I’ve not terribly much to report today. We spent the weekend buying Joe a new digicam (so if you see noticeable improvement in the quality of the photos on here, that’s why!) and other Saturday shopping excursions, going to a CourtTV-er’s birthday party, reading a bit, and seeing Raging Bull at the Ziegfeld (then pretending to box all the way home).
The party (at The Magician) was fun, although we didn’t really know very many people there. Here’s a photo of me and two of H.J.’s co-workers – the birthday boy Andy on the left (note completely drunken countenance), and our friend Paul on the right. Highlights from the evening included someone commenting of H.J.: “What is he, an advertisement for Ireland?” because of his tweedy cap and scarf. There was also some kind of blogger convention at the same bar, evinced by a few familiar faces and a table where three people were taking photos of themselves taking photos of someone else taking photos.
Ater we left the party where we barely knew anyone, someone (you know who you are) suggested that we go see the midnight screening of The Woodsman at the Sunshine, which was a completely bizarre experience. Who goes to see a movie about a pedophile at midnight on a Saturday night? Apparently two men by themselves (I’m guessing pedophiles) and the three of us (not pedophiles). If you haven’t seen the film, I don’t think I’m ruining anything by saying that, much of the time, Kevin Bacon’s character is standing at the window, staring out at the school playground across the street, trying not to be a pedophile. After the movie, Paul joked (and we all riffed on this, of course) that someone should make the film into a TV show where The Woodsman becomes a pedophile superhero, fights his pedophile urges (this week, a new job at Chuck-E-Cheese!), and saves children from other pedophiles by chucking the big red ball at them. Go, Woodsman, go!
I think I just set a record for the most mentions of the word “pedophile” in a blog post.
p.s. One highlight of the film in three words: Mmmmm, Mos Def.
Anyway, I have lunch plans with an old (pregnant!) friend very shortly, so I’m going to wrap this up. One last thing – Congratulations to Em & Tobe on closing on an amazing house this weekend, after a long, emotional, exhausting search. Save a room for us!
*p.s. Don't even think of stalking me now. You'd say it's not, but I'd know it would be only a pity stalk.
