A New Job, and the Sad Finale of the NYTimes Incident

Judge: Mr. Hutz, are you aware you're not wearing any pants?
Lionel Hutz: Uh, your Honor, can I call for one of those bad trial thingys?
Judge: You mean a mistrial?
Lionel Hutz: Yeah ... that's why you're the judge, and I am the law ... talkin' ... guy.

Yay! I got a new job, which of course I am NOT GOING TO REALLY TALK ABOUT as I don't want to get canned. Even if I say nice things. Suffice it to say, it is sort of my dream job without the dream pay. The picture and accompanying quote may or may not allude to the nature of the job.

Wait? Is that an ambulance passing by????? *cranes neck* Nevermind, I think I'll take the night off, and just blog.

So, needless to say, I'm pretty jazzed! Wow, and it only took a year of living in Hartford! (heh)

So I have a sad conclusion to my newspaper scandal...I had to cancel my NYT subscription (I almost typed "prescription"), not for the normal reasons like the final straw with Maureen Dowd, or even a cost issue (the Weekender is pretty affordable, and I had a deal where I got the week thrown in for only slightly more) but because, about a month ago, the delivery abruptly stopped. I really thought my thief was working overtime, at first, them I sort of thought, "Well, I guess I didn't pay my bill or something and they cancelled it," but sure enough, I was being billed for a paper I wasn't receiving!

So I called and called the NYT Service, which I honestly can't say enough about, they are usually very polite and helpful, but no one could figure out why I wasn't getting the damned thing! Finally, on Saturday morning, I went downstairs and sat on my stoop for an hour and a half, and it never came. Same on Sunday, then when I went to physically purchase the paper I had already paid for, all the papers in the Ravi Mart (who needs the Ravi Mart, now here's the tricky part...), all of their papers were missing half the sections - and not the crummy sections like Business or Sports, but the awesome ones like Style and Week in Review.

Lame.

That's when I finally realized that whomever was the distributor here was likely smoking crack.

Oh well.

I could say that with all this I have going on now (bar exam, new job, exhibit in Belgium) I haven't got time to read the paper, but who am I kidding that I do anything even remotely productive on Sunday. I'll take a shower, if Hartford is so lucky, but that is about it.

As for Hartford Happenings, the local farmer's market has reopened for the season, so I need to scoot over to the Church to post some video of it. Because nothing says "excitement" like taking videos of vegetables. Woo Hoo!!!!

Speaking of local veg, here in a couple of weeks I'll be heading over to what is reportedly the best new restaurant in Hartford, The Firebox

It is getting rave reviews, and is one of the only local "slow food" places. I am sooo excited and of course I'll review it here.

I'll leave you with this news item on UConn's Sustainability Project, which is pretty awesome



Later, bitches!*


*as per request, though not in title, sadly