The only 9-5 I know equals 4.

Welcome bored white collars of the blogging underworld. This is the virtual home of my thoughts, findings, rants, and everything else that comes my way throughout the day (or night). Don't expect anything grand and you will hopefully enjoy what comes along. Also, do not be surprised if the meatier postings happen post-8pm during the week. Pomegranate martinis might be the new black, but 8pm is the new 5.

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Late night readings, courtesy of my ever-mounting Google Reader subscriptions:

• My home state is the new New York. Well, not quite. There will never be a new New York. There will never be another New York. But if you're going to try to make the comparisons, what better way to do so than using Atlantic City, Newark, and Jersey City?
• Yes, the Giants lost to the Eagles. Yes, Eli looked like the Eli of old, the offensive play calling was more predictable than an episode of the Hills, and the o-line was flat (among other things). Yes the Giants lost it more than the Eagles won it. Moving on.
  
• Bobby Flay vs. the Dessert Truck. The Dessert Truck is infamous around town, conveniently parking outside my office in midtown during the day and moving to my neighborhood in the evening. Airing this Wednesday on the Food Network, this should be a good one. They are an inventive bunch, as typically is Flay (carrot sticks and flavored dipping sauce with chicken wings? Are you kidding?). Hopefully the dishes' creators are not obvious to the judges.
  

Tomorrow is terrible Tuesday. Good luck to everyone as the week grinds into full gear.