I decided to walk up to Virgin Records in Times Square for my lunch break. I have recently been inspired by StyleGirl to acquire the latest and greatest in Garbage-related paraphernalia. In other words, I bought a new single. Or two.
I am currently rocking out to my beloved Shirley Manson. And trying. Not to think. About the fact. That I'm going to see them in concert in less than two weeks because my wonderfulwonderful StyleGirl bought us tickets today and I'm really just popping with excitement about the whole thing and WHEW I need to cool off.
Anyhow.
On my way there and back, I had my first visual confirmation of the actual existence of Naked Cowboy. I have no idea where I first heard of this silly, silly man. It was strange, though -- the complete and utter lack of surprise with which I beheld this underwear-clad guitar-strummer. Perhaps it was because he blended in to the rest of Times Square insanity. Perhaps I have just become jaded to shock and surprise (although, given my rather excitable temperament (see above) I rather doubt that). A lot of tourists standing on the corner were mumbling questions about what is he doing? and why is he just standing there? and is he really just wearing his drawers? A few concluded that he was looking for tips, and a few were certain that someone nearby was filming a movie. I think perhaps I was unsurprised to unconsciously, purposely distance myself from the tourists. One tends to do that while one walks through Times Square.
In other news: another first. The very first NEW episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation aired last night. I know!! I was floored! I had no idea there were new episodes in production! I admit to being a little perplexed at their choice of bringing back the older-style uniforms, as well as Dr. Pulaski, who until now had been a perfectly reliable indicator of a "Season 2" episode. Of course, the explanation that this was simply an episode that originally aired as part of Season 2 that I had somehow, some way, never seen before, is simply too preposterous to be believed. As soon as I realized that this was a wholly new episode, my jaw dropped, and my eyes glued themselves to the screen for the next hour. When I was finally released, I think I performed several very very silly dances of amazement and happiness across my living room floor, and unless I am much mistaken, I amused Shiv to no end in the process.