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Reporting live from NYC!
Yesterday I was a complete fucking tourist and went past the Statue of Liberty before going up the Empire State Building. It was crowded with tourists and I spent 15 minutes on the observation deck after spending like 2 hours in line. Damn you for raising my hopes Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan :(
I've done a lot of death marches around town, plodding painfully along to various attractions including the Museum of Sex (they had a furry costume head on display) and The Daily Show studio where I was sadly turned away due to a lack of standby tickets ;_; In one of my many toe-torturing strolls around town, I rounded a bend into a side street. There weren't many people there, and a nearby construction site had that nasty smell of smog. I spent a lot of time looking at the strange mega-machines inside that site, managing to peer down into the dirty pit they'd dug out full of rubble and stagnated water. It was hard for my brain to make the connection that this stinking, dusty pit was the reason why we're not allowed to take nail files on planes anymore, or how us Gen Y'ers who had little to no memory of the Cold War were all of a sudden introduced to a new enemy. And our generation's war isn't nearly as legendary as the glorious bloodbaths of our forefathers.
And now, I must bathe with the shower on full heat to take the sting out of this sunburn. I look like Zoidberg :(
Yesterday I was a complete fucking tourist and went past the Statue of Liberty before going up the Empire State Building. It was crowded with tourists and I spent 15 minutes on the observation deck after spending like 2 hours in line. Damn you for raising my hopes Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan :(
I've done a lot of death marches around town, plodding painfully along to various attractions including the Museum of Sex (they had a furry costume head on display) and The Daily Show studio where I was sadly turned away due to a lack of standby tickets ;_; In one of my many toe-torturing strolls around town, I rounded a bend into a side street. There weren't many people there, and a nearby construction site had that nasty smell of smog. I spent a lot of time looking at the strange mega-machines inside that site, managing to peer down into the dirty pit they'd dug out full of rubble and stagnated water. It was hard for my brain to make the connection that this stinking, dusty pit was the reason why we're not allowed to take nail files on planes anymore, or how us Gen Y'ers who had little to no memory of the Cold War were all of a sudden introduced to a new enemy. And our generation's war isn't nearly as legendary as the glorious bloodbaths of our forefathers.
And now, I must bathe with the shower on full heat to take the sting out of this sunburn. I look like Zoidberg :(