rubinville

Blogging from Starbucks today. Somehow I feel more average at this very moment than I've ever felt in my entire life.

I haven't purchased anything yet because when I walked in here there was a table available, and a free table at Starbucks in NYC is like a day without a suicide bombing in Iraq...pretty rare.

One of the barista's (their fancy word for coffee-getter), is looking at me, clearly wanting me to order something. I'm actually kind of thirsty but I can't leave my laptop at the table unguarded. Sometimes people ask other random people to watch their stuff while they go order something, but that's pretty much the equivalent of saying, "Take my stuff...please."

So, parched, but sitting comfortably, I will write.

It's really amazing how packed each and every Starbucks in NYC is. I don't know if they have a slogan, but it should be, "Crack for the Middle Class".

Oh no, some guy is looking at the extra chair at my table as if he wants to sit with me. I'm gonna put on my crazy face, excuse me for a second.

OK, he hasn't approached yet. Good old crazy face.

Real Time with Bill Maher started it's new season last night. I've said it before, agree with him or not, you've got to give Bill credit for saying what he believes. I'd like to be a panelist on the show. Bill, are you reading this?

I sent Bill an e-mail once, to which I got an automated response that was signed, "Love, Bill". We've really gotten somewhere when you can automate love.

I'm pretty much broke and not sure what to do, anyone got any recommendations? I'll pretty much do anything but be an male prostitute. I just can't go back into that game again, it will bring up to many issues that I put to bed a long time ago.

As long as I'm talking about the future, I could also use a manager. Most comedy managers are slick, slimey, money-hungry bastards. So, if you fit that desciption and are looking for a new line of work, I'm your guy.

Argh, the wireless internet connection keeps popping in and out which is making me think I won't be able to post this. If that happens I will have just sat here writing to myself, and then not even have any proof of it. If you blog and it doesn't post, have you really blogged at all?

Caught a little bit of the "Alf Hit Talk Show" on TV Land late last night. Dare I say it's better than his self-titled sitcom. Yes, I dare.

Well, I'm about to hit "Publish Post", let's see if this works, or if the whole thing was just a figment of my imagination.