TGIF, everybody! Do people still say that? Of course I remember the triumphant early to mid nineties evening of television that borrowed the phrase, and everyone knows the ubiquitous restaurant/sports bar, but does anyone ever really acknowledge to their deity that today is the last day of the week? I doubt it. I sincerely doubt it.

But I do TGIF. Not only because it’s the beginning of the weekend, but because I am doing not just one but two interesting things today.

1. At 11 a.m. I am going to see horses. And not just any horses. These horses are going to perform Tchaikovsky’s “The Nutcracker”. Yes, yes they are. That’s exactly what it sounds like. At least I think it is, I won’t know until I go see it. But don’t worry, because I am going to write about it for Newcity, so, assuming they want to publish it, you too can share in the experience. And if they don’t want to, I’ll be sure to put something up here for you to enjoy.

2. In the evening I am going to this. That’s right, a release party for a videogame. How sweet, right? And look at all those sponsors– videogame companies, videogame magazines, controller makers, anime production companies. It’s like a nerd’s paradise! Plus, there will be free beer! But of course there’s a downside to everything, and in this case, it’s that the game (kiddie japanese card game knockoff) probably sucks. Still, you should be jealous, because I’m going to a videogame release party, and you’re probably not. Sucker.

In light of all this excitement, I couldn’t come up with anything to write about yet again. Fret not, because I’ve got plenty of stuff saved up. This one’s about a book that showed up on Oprah and started selling like hotcakes at the bookstore where I work. I submitted this to a bunch of sites, and not a single one wanted it. I think it was because they’d never heard of the book. It’s a single woman self help thing (it’s written by a Sex and the City writer, and the cover is pink) about how insecure women should be about themselves. I’ve graciously (I do everything graciously) provided an Amazon link for you.

He’s Just Not That Into Anything But Sex

He Is Into You, But Your Insecurity Drives Him Away

He’s Just Not That Into Your Extra 50 Pounds

He’s Worth More Than You Are

He Was Into You, Until You Started Talking

He’s Just Not That Into Ugly

He’s More Into Your Sister

Three Beers Later, He’s Into You

He’s Just Not That Into Women