I think I may be in the middle of eating the single best sandwich it has ever been my privilege to consume. Smoked turkey, cranberry sauce, cornbread stuffing, and Gouda cheese, on some kind of sun-dried tomato roll. (I am always careful to hyphenate the word sun-dried. For the longest time when I read that word in menus, I always said to myself, "How the hell does one sundry a tomato?" wherein sundry was pronounced sun-dree.) This sandwich is so good it almost hurts. I mean, it is good enough to write about in my diary, which makes it pretty damned good indeed. I wish everyone could taste how amazing this is. Well, at least I wish that everyone could taste it without me having to give any of it up.
I have been in my 5-hour workday mode for less than a week. Already, my bosses are asking me to come in early/stay late. Color me that particular shade of Not Surprised reserved for people who saw something coming a mile away.
Tonight I go see "Star Wars Episode II: Attack Of The Schmaltzy Pseudo-Romance Featuring A Curiously Wooden Hayden Christensen." At least, that is the impression I get going into it. With luck, I will be proved wrong and I will actually enjoy this thing. I think I am going more to see the venue (The Ziegfeld Theater) than to see the movie. Alas.
Speaking of movies, I just thought I would note an observation regarding the latest blockbuster, "Spider-Man." The very odd and (to me) extremely obvious homosexual overtones in the relationship between the Green Goblin and our pal Spidey creeped me out. I mean, if GG gave Spider-Man the "elevator eyes" or mentioned how much he wanted to be like a father (read: daddy) to him or pinned him up against a wall with his crotch smushed against Spider-Man's posterior ONE more time, I do not think I could have contained my ever-more-hysterical laughter. I have nothing profound to add to this observation, aside from a comment that I can really understand where the Green Goblin was coming from. Mm, Tobey In Tights. I actually just said that out loud. I may need professional help.
Christ in a sidecar, this is a god-damn-diggety-good sandwich.