Wait, don't tell me

Mom and her pal went to the Glimmerglass Opera in Cooperstown today. Before they left, mom told me, "[You're going to NYC tomorrow to see Yo La Tengo in Battery Park and then spending the night at your sister's apartment.] Why don't you buy Ulyana a bottle of that wine she likes?"

"Sounds good[, Mom]. Where can I get it?"

"At the liquor store in Hudson[, which is forty miles away]."

So that was my day, going to Hudson for wine. I figured that as long as I was there I might as well go the movies. I went to see War of the Worlds because A) it was a matinee; B) I didn't think it would look as good on a TV as it would on a movie screen; and C) I'm a glutton for punishment.

[I'm also a glutton for cliches, apparently.]

The movie wasn't very good. For maximum enjoyment, leave the theatre as soon as Dakota Fanning takes off the blindfold, and make up your own ending. Try it, it's fun!

On the drive home, I had the Hallelujah Chorus from Handel's Messiah caught in my head, except my brain substituted "Hallelujah" with "Maso Poli". It was ... annoying.

That was the wine: Maso Poli. Guess I forgot that part. [Sorry.]

"Wigfield: The Can-Do Town That Just May Not", written by Amy Sedaris, Paul Dinello, and Stephen Colbert, is insanely funny. It's a moderately difficult read because there is a lot of wordplay, much like an episode of Strangers With Candy. Not, like, Oscar Wilde-style wordplay ... just ... bah, nevermind.

To distract you, here's an excerpt from an interview Amy did with herself for Show People magazine:

Can you talk about your theatrical background?
Well, Amy, I could, but I'm afraid that might be a little dull.

Trust me, Amy, nothing you say will ever be boring or trite.
Thank you. I started in Chicago doing improvisational theater with the Second City. We performed improvisation, which can be very hit or miss. So I learned to not be afraid of failing on stage. I learned to embrace my failures.

I was wrong. You can be boring.
Really? I wonder how that's possible given the incredibly dull questions you're asking.