spelling counts!
from the "neatest trick" department:
. . . who then arrested the car thieves, in a brilliant turn of magical-realist poetic justice. this blurb was spotted in the 6/23 weekend edition of the boston metro, from which i expect nothing but a crossword puzzle i can solve in under fifteen minutes, but still . . . in a perfect world, i'm not the only person who's paying attention. hence the melting ice caps, eh?
speaking of crossword puzzles, though, here's something lovely: patrick creadon's wordplay, a movie about crossword puzzles and the americans who obsess over them, particularly the ny times' crossword editor will shortz, features a charming (as if it could be otherwise) bit with jon stewart. that's two of my favorite things in a combination i would never have come up with on my own, and i'm positively giddy over it. it's like the make-a-wish foundation has had me on twenty-four-hour surveillance for the past half a decade and one day decided i'd been a good enough (and perhaps sick enough) girl after all. the metro ran an ad for this movie in the same edition, so the error is atoned for in my eyes, but i think it still has some apologizing to do to the rest of its readers—even the ones who didn't notice or care, who likely amount to a hefty sum.
a 2-year-old girl's stolen prosthetic legs apparently have been found. a maintenance worker at a new haven apartment building discovered the derby girl's legs yesterday—two days after a car they had been in was stolen in milford—and turned them into police.
. . . who then arrested the car thieves, in a brilliant turn of magical-realist poetic justice. this blurb was spotted in the 6/23 weekend edition of the boston metro, from which i expect nothing but a crossword puzzle i can solve in under fifteen minutes, but still . . . in a perfect world, i'm not the only person who's paying attention. hence the melting ice caps, eh?
speaking of crossword puzzles, though, here's something lovely: patrick creadon's wordplay, a movie about crossword puzzles and the americans who obsess over them, particularly the ny times' crossword editor will shortz, features a charming (as if it could be otherwise) bit with jon stewart. that's two of my favorite things in a combination i would never have come up with on my own, and i'm positively giddy over it. it's like the make-a-wish foundation has had me on twenty-four-hour surveillance for the past half a decade and one day decided i'd been a good enough (and perhaps sick enough) girl after all. the metro ran an ad for this movie in the same edition, so the error is atoned for in my eyes, but i think it still has some apologizing to do to the rest of its readers—even the ones who didn't notice or care, who likely amount to a hefty sum.
Labels: cinema, jon stewart, red pen