Two in three months? That's lame.

Famous People Sightings can now be brought to two. Heather Matarazzo at a show in January, and John McEnroe at the restaurant this afternoon. He wore leather pants.

Updated: David Hyde Pierce signing autographs outside of the theater for Curtains. I love Niles!

Fire hydrant DOWN!!

Fire hydrant DOWN!!
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

I don't think I've ever seen this - a fire hydrant on its side, not standing up straight, bolted to the concrete and dispensing water - before.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa!

Enter the ICHC online Poker Cats Contest!

What the...?

What the...?
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

My sister came to visit me in New York over President's Day weekend. It was cold, we fought, her blood sugar dropped and she got super cranky, we got a little lost looking for The Cloisters, she obsessed over the firemen at the fire station near our hotel (WTC Ground Zero), I snapped at her to hurry up, we saw "Hairspray", we ate lots of bad-for-us food, we spent lots of time on the subway, I showed her my subway secret, we fought some more.

We had a great time and I wish we could have spent more than three days together.

Tree topper

Tree topper
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

I uploaded a photo to Flickr for the first time in a long time. Too bad it's from Christmas. Heh.

Work Is Exciting

I made this quite some time ago, but I never shared it with the general public. I made it one very boring day at the museum: I let the iSight on my laptop run and then edited the results and added music.

And since I don't work there anymore, I can post it. :D

It's freezing in here.

The temperature dropped last night, drastically, and now my room is FREEZING. The radiators ran all morning, but now they're off, and I don't understand why. They ran them all day when people are out at work, but they turn them off when people are actually going to be home? How does this make sense? I slept fully-clothed (tights and socks) and with all four of my blankets last night and I was still cold. *sigh* I hope I don't have to repeat that tonight.

My week, stream-of-consciousness style

"So that's Bryant Park. What's up, Fashion Week? Why do so many people spit here? That's nasty, dude. I really don't want to hear you horking up the contents of your throat and sinuses. This looks like an expensive part of town. Oh, hey, I've called that hotel and they've called us, too. Nifty. I should go in and say hi. NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY OMG. Who cares about Jack Kerouac: look at the design on that ceiling! No, I do not want to give money to the homeless. Yes, I'm a cold, cold woman who doesn't have any money, either. I like this song. Man, I do NOT want to go back to work. Hey, it's not so bad here at work. I think they missed me. Heh. Was that Bob Costas? That was Bob Costas. Man, he is tiny! Like, REALLY tiny. So Ebony will be here, eh? Which one, I wonder? Please be kind to me, temp agency. I need a job. AUDITIONING EVERY DAY THIS WEEK OMG. I feel like a real actor! This new apartment is sweet. Hopefully I'll get to stay. Man, he's cute. I doubt he'll ask me out, though. I despise working on the floor. Singing audition = HATE. Those Equity monitors are great folks. I should bring them cookies. Strict diet rules have definitely flown out the window at a rapid velocity: mmmmmm...fish and chips! Oh, hello there white bread! You are crusty and soft and tasty! What's that, cranberry oatmeal scone with melted sugar on top? You'd like me to eat you like it's my job? I believe I am qualified for that task. Midtown = HATE. Free Broadway tix? Is that where my $454 worth of dues went? Sweet! I'll take it. Hey! Hire me! I am sooooo smart and talented and you won't regret it I promise! How is it that you can, in good conscience, pay an adult person a wage that does not allow them to actually live? Winter must die. Thank you for lunch and presents, Father-of-mine! I love my red tights. These dancer chicks are seriously skinny. She's wearing those hotpants-style dance shorts and NOTHING is jiggling. She sucks. And she's 12. Aisha's coming! All I want to do is eat. What's that, 100% cacao Ghirardelli chocolate bar dipped in honey? You were made for my consumption and mine alone? Why, thank you! That building is GORGEOUS. I wish I could live there. No more 1 trains? UGH. FINE. I'll walk to 72nd. But I'm just letting you know now that you SUCK, MTA. Just kidding. You're really awesome, actually. You keep this city from falling apart at the seams. These shoes were a mistake. Saturday already? Rockin'. Today I do nothing productive. Zzzzzzz..."

Somewhere in the world it's not cold.

Valley of the Temples
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

I have decided to post random photos every now and then. If you've visited my Flickr page you've probably seen this one already. It's one of my favorite photos ever, though, so I'm posting it today. In the winter. When it's cold and my feet are slowly - ever so slowly - turning into icicles.

I was walking back to the subway from The Container Store in Chelsea and I stumbled on a flea market. SO MANY THINGS I WANTED. A beautiful antique bracelet, a double lens reflex Yashica, a typewriter... But seeing as I just dropped a crapload of money on an apartment, I had to pass on everything. (REALLY wanted the camera, though.)

Here's a picture.

Airline travel...
Originally uploaded by AdiaMichelle

I took this with my iPhone on the way home to Minnesota. I look sad-ish, but really, I was so relieved to be going home that I couldn't even pull a face.

I can pretend that I'm in a jazz club, I have lots of money, and that I don't have to move in a few weeks.

In the vein of not being depressing, this made me smile. If you hate jazz, don't bother watching.

Whenever I hear that song I have to stop what I'm doing and enjoy it. Whenever I hear that song I tell myself, "You need to buy that song, album, whatever." It makes me feel relaxed and (sorry Mom and Dad) sexy, and I should own a song that prompts me to feel good. I tell myself, "Explore the rest of Dave Brubeck's work. It's probably really good." (If you've guessed what the song is after those little hints, congratulations. You've earned a fish biscuit.) (If you know the "fish biscuit" reference, congratulations. You're a junkie like me.)