“My avatar’s dressed like a whore.” – Tina Fey, of Rock Band (the PS3 game) in Baby Mama.

Now, in the words of Nurse Roberts in My T.C.W., “Mmm.  Good show today.”

First, let’s consider the girl standing next to me on the T who spent the whole ride griping (on the phone) that her Navy boyfriend won’t tell her where he’s going on the boat.  (Note: “boat” not “ship”)  Sure, he doesn’t actually know where they’re going, ’cause the Navy doesn’t advertise the location of its fleet to anybody who asks, but that doesn’t make it any more acceptable that she doesn’t know.

Second, let’s recognize the homeless guy who called me a cracker.  Yeah.  Seriously.  He also observed that I think my drugs don’t smell.  I don’t have any idea what that means, but based on his inflection I infer it’s bad.  It would apparently be preferable if I thought my drugs smelled.  (This, incidentally, was in response to my horrific rudeness in not pounding his offered fist.)