Friday night Goonies is playing at Pier 25 on the Hudson River. Movies begin at dusk (generally between 8-8:30pm.) Free Popcorn!
The rad illustrations above are from this weird Goonie site
So R-A-D!!!!

But I most certainly did go to Queens. For you see, the Mets organization has a Wednesday night promotion deal thingy where a Pepsi can provides for free entry to the picnic area. Three of us went, exemplifying perfectly our relationship to the Mets and our relationship to the economy and how both of those relationships have changed since we graduated from college. For three seasons, we held season tickets, which landed us at about a thousand games between 1998 and 2001. Which, conveniently, was also when the team remembered briefly how to win baseball games. Winning is a thrill for the fans.
What we failed to take into account this year is that even the perception of winning is almost as good as winning. Sure, they’re three games out of first place in July, but that doesn’t stop the fact that they’re holding steady at .500 and always a loss away from fourth place. It also didn’t stop the fact that the picnic area was completely sold out by the time we got there. It also didn’t stop the fact that we refused to pay $12 to get into the stadium proper.
Off we went, back into the city — an hour and a half from Times Square to Grand Central via Flushing — and down to Jeremy’s to watch the game. It’s moved down the street from its previous location and the atmosphere isn’t even close to what it used to be, but they still serve a hell of a 32 ounce beer for $5.75 in a Styrofoam cup so, y’know, no complaining.
And, for those of you desperately wondering, here is my official prediction for how the National League East will shake out on the final day of the season
Atlanta – X
Florida – 3 games back
Philadelphia – 4 games back
New York – 8 games back
Montreal/San Juan – 137 games back

The subway’s report card just arrived. The fact that the 6 scored top ratings boggles my mind, honestly, but the main train I use, the D, got about the marks I expected.
Highlights from the “duh” department: The N stinks; the G breaks down more often than a Jaguar; you can’t understand a damn thing the F conductors say.
Grading chart is here (hope that link works; if it doesn’t, you can access the chart from the Metro main page).

Looking for unique dinnerware or vases? Dig Moshe Bursuker’s work. On my covet list: the green glasses with red rims, and the flutes, which look like Waterford. He’s commissionable, so if you’re sick of the same old Bed & Bath plateware, check Moshe out instead.

Outdoor cafes to accommodate smokers. Love that old lady with her pint and her smoke.

Okay, fine. It hardly needs its own pitch, but I have to say that Shakespeare in New York is the very best it’s ever been. If your throat hurts watching Sam Waterston yell on television, you should enjoy watching him try and project over the entirety of the Upper West Side. I saw Henry V last near, which will forever be known by my friends and I as Henry II 1/2, because we made it far as intermission and ran like hell. This year? No running.

OK. I’ve gotta bitch. In the last three days, some crazy stuff has been happening in my neighborhood. Let’s take it one by one, shall we?
1. My car is found, on Friday morning, with all the windows down and the driver-side lock busted. Missing: a 15 year old towel, some burned cds, a blue plastic basket full of unfinished glass pieces… just junk. what idiots!
2. My bike, which i rode to a friend’s house in the neighborhood, upon my leaving has another person’s bike locked to it, making me unable to retrieve it and ride it home. it’s like double parking, but worse. incredible imbeciles!
3. My car is found this morning with the windshield shattered, with a print of a 12″ diameter rusted circle at the location of the impact. I guess there was some party on my building’s roof last night where bbqs and propane tanks were thrown off. Several windows were also broken in the stairwell of the building as well, not counting any other damages i do not know of. COMPLETE IDIOTS!!!!!!!!
so, i’m pissed. what the hell? i had no idea that this neighborhood attracts some of the biggest retards known to mankind. this is on top of a general air of snobbishness and arrogance. have these people never heard of consideration and/or common sense? why i moved here, i am unable to answer at this moment in time… god help me!

“Hi, My Name Is” Britney S. is dumping her pad on East Fourth.

Amen, brother — recently axed Page Sixer Ian Spiegelman dishes the dirt on how to do what he did. Although, if he were so good at it, why isn’t he still doing it?
Ohhhh, that’s right — because he came down with a bad case of short-man-itis and turned himself into the story. Heh.