Watching shows set in New York makes me think about how much I didn't get to see -- Tiffany's, NYC at night (the Great White Way all in lights!), those cemeteries in Brooklyn and the Bronx, the Bronx at ALL (Yankee Stadium!), parts of Harlem (we did ride the bus past the Apollo coming back from Connecticut), any Broadway show... I hope I get to go back someday.
Last night on Person of Interest Finch had to bug a room which had only an emergency outgoing security mic, and he said he could use it to spy on the room by "reversing the polarity." I laughed.
I'm loving my little car. I drove her for two weeks, not sure about how much mileage (about halfway through I figured out how to reset the "this trip" counter), but I filled up today for a grand total of $31.50 -- an equal amount of driving in the truck probably would have run around $80, but I'll keep track on this fillup.
Otherwise, I have done next to nothing. No writing of note, little more than reading LJ and Twitter, some cleaning, and mostly laying around like a lump, wishing I were articulate, witty, or erudite. So far, none of the above.
This is cool.
I tweeted to David Copperfield that I liked his ads for my insurance company and he thanked me. I love Twitter.