rubinville

Looks like the wi-fi from Starbucks is working and I've even found this fancy 3-D logo to throw in here, now let's see how the writing part goes...

I'm sitting next to a woman who is interviewing another woman to be the nanny to her twin girls. The nanny came here from Jamaica, and in a wonderful twist of fate recently left a family that also had a set of twin girls. Apparently, she left that family because she ate the children in a bizarre cult ritual and that really upset the parents.

Actually, there is nothing bizarre about it, many cults have rituals different from our own more accepted ones. I'm simply not gonna judge that Jamaican child-eating nanny. Not today, not any day.

Okay, okay, for those of your concerned, I did make up the child-eating part, but the nanny interview is really happening. As I type and quasi-listen to their conversation I can't help but feel a bit like a secret CIA operative listening to the "chatter" that Fox News is always telling us about. Let's just hope that the New York Times doesn't reveal my true identity.

No major plans on the docket yet for this weekend except that on Sunday, I'm heading to New Jersey for my cousin Alex's birthday. He'll be turning 15, and for the record, he has yet to beat me in NBA Live.

I'd rather not discuss the Madden '04 results.

On a personal note, I'm going through a strange phase where I seem to be reaffirming some friendships with certain people while at the same time seemingly losing some other friends. I know that we all go through phases like that but I seem to be in the thicket of a big one at the moment. We'll see how it shakes out, but if you're looking to get the Number 4 slot of my friend-list, this is the time to make your move.

I'm not quite sure I used the word "thicket" correctly there. But if it is off, it's just off.

The mother just said to the nanny, "I'm just looking for another one of me." That sounds psychologically healthy.

Okay, I'm gonna post this now because I'm afraid I'll lose the post altogether if I push my luck much longer. Hmm, that makes me think I wouldn't have pushed my luck as far as I always thought I would've if I ever was a contestant on "Press Your Luck."

Isn't it just amazing how life lessons are learned? "No Wammies! No Wammies! AWWWW! I shouldn't have pressed my luck!"

Sersiously though, I gotta go, I don't want to lose little piece of literary brilliance...