Little Boston: Is TWBB invading your world?

I work in an art museum, and today, one of the museum visitors dropped a wad of cash (not really, it was like, six bucks), so I was walking through the gallery looking for this guy, to return his money.  And what do I come face to face with, in the American section??  Well, none other than this:

http://magart.rochester.edu/CUS.18.FlashFullView._211$3487**5932909

Yeah, right there in front of me.  Actually, I knew this painting, but I couldn't remember if the gallery owned it, or whether I knew it from one of my art history books.  I always walk into the museum using a different route, since I'm always carrying my (museum-approved) coffee mug, I try to not to walk through the main areas of the gallery.  So, I don't when I last saw this painting, but well before I saw TWBB!  Kind of freaky.

Then, I'm on my way home, stopped at a red light, and the car in front of me has a bumper sticker that said "America's railroads, they used us, and then they abused us."   Must be some union thing (?)  And I thought "that's why you need a pipeline.  Then you're making the REAL money."

I grew up in Rochester and remember that painting as one of the first pieces I loved as a boy on a field trip to the Memorial Art Gallery. Now THATS freaky!

Tehachapi, I'd just like to hear how DP would pronounce "box of chocolates."

Well, if she ever sold her house, you could offer her "quail prices!!" Huh?!! Huh?!! Oh, never mind. I'm finished.

well, everytime i see a milkshake...

and my mom was talking about gas prices when we were passing by a station and i went, "oil!!"

i definitely want to rent a bunch of dano and DDL movies...another excuse for me to procrastinate...

i wish my friends would go see this movie so that i could randomly blurt out quotes around them...i already do it to my parents, who im pretty sure arent amused by it anymore lol

Now it's my turn to howl at you, littlemarysunday.

Okay, this is getting ridiculous. I just came back from voting. In Texas during primary season you can vote in the Democratic primary or the Republican primary. You can't vote a split ticket. In November you can vote for anybody. But during the primary they make a big deal of identifying you with one particular party, and your voter registration card is stamped with that party affiliation.

So I went through all that nonsense and got to the end of the processing table, where a tall, slim young man asked me, "Do you wish to vote in the _______ primary?" And before I realized it I had replied, in a deep, sonorous, Plainviewesque voice, "Yes, I do."

Hey, give me a little credit. At least I didn't follow up with, "Now just give me the ballot and let me get out of here."

"I've traveled across half our state to cast this vote....So if I say I am a voter you will agree."

I went to the gym today, and someone there has a subscription to The New Yorker.  They bring in their old issues and leave them (usually like, a month old.)  And yes, I'll say it: "I STEAL THE NEW YORKER FROM THE GYM!"  That's how I got David Denby's excellent review of TWBB.  So, today I grabbed Alex Ross' article on Johnny Greenwood's film score and compositions.   And I am thrilled to have it.  Look, it's a rich gym; these people could afford a subscription if they wanted it, I can't.  And it's MINE now!

Well, sues, now that I think of it, my polling place was in a church....