I am furious (yellow)

Things I Don't Miss: Slate.com has a history of the phone book, a practically obsolete item that refuses to go away quietly. Even before the Internet, I hated them for the space they took up in my small apartments. I felt like a philistine putting the Yellow Pages next to real books on bookshelves (what would be next, counting Banana Republic catalogs as reading material?), so they ended up in kitchen cabinets or underneath couches, about as unobtrusive as bricks of plutonium. Plus, as someone named Sullivan, I hate anything that's organized alphabetically. (You're not getting my business, AAA Pizza!) The managers of my new apartment building simply put a little sign in the lobby telling tenants that the new phone books were there if they wanted them. I hope that they all ended up in the trash, but I'll bet that if four tenants out of 200 asked for them, that would be enough to guarantee another full shipment next year.

Worst movie ever

Oh yeah, I have a blog. But I've been too busy with my day job and my other blog, not to mention In Treatment and Lost, to keep up with this one. I promise more soon, but for today check out this Joe Queenan essay on the worst movies of all time. My vote goes to Barbra Streisand's The Mirror Has Two Faces, which may be the last movie I paid for and then walked out on. The scene in which the "improved" Streisand sends a classroom full of college boys into a sexual frenzy is perhaps the most cringe-worthy moment I've ever witnessed on film or TV.

Rose Morgan: What, what? Yes, I have breasts. They cannot, however, be the subject of one of your papers.

Three cheers for the BoltBus!

The Boston Globe is reporting on a new, Greyhound-run bus service that will undercut the price of the Fung Wah and will offer one-way fares as low as $1.50. Great news for a fairly regular traveller to New York like me. I can now take the regular Greyhound for $20 ($5 more than Fung Wah) and not be bothered by loud college kids saving their money for drinking marathons.