the good, the bad and my apartment

Yeah, it's still ugly in my apartment building's hallways. In case you, like me, were hoping that over the weekend a low pressure system would build up around the walls and a high pressure system would wind its way up the sweet, maroon rubber covered stairs, and the two would meet and a hurri-paint or a paint-nado of intense severity would ensue and thusly recolor the entire interior in one fell weathersystem... well, you can stop hoping now. It didn't happen.

But, now that the ugly's out of the way, I bring you:

The Good:
I passed this place on my way home from the Brooklyn Book Fair this weekend. It seems somewhat optimistic to me:

The meanie in me wanted to see a small child pitching a fit on the way out the door, but alas, there were no customers at all, happy or otherwise.

And The Bad:
I'm a snob. We all know this. And if I'm going to be snobby about anything, it's definitely going to be smarts, and how those smarts are linked with achievement. (i.e., you getting a promotion because you're hot is going to steam me like a handful of Ollie's veggie dumplings. Yes, I'll be tasty, but I'll burn the shit out of your mouth, just to make a point!)

So when I saw a piece on NY1's show On Stage, about how Claire Danes is playing Eliza Doolittle in the Roundabout's Broadway production of Pygmalion, it steamed me almost enough to cause my own paint-nado. She said, and I viciously quote, "I hadn't read Shaw before this and he's so brilliant and so daring and I really like this gal that he's created."

Please tell me she didn't graduate from Yale.