this afternoon i was caught reading mcsweeney’s by a coworker (those superhero diary and how to break writer’s block pieces were cracking me up), and he called me a ‘closet intellectual’. now, this is by someone i respect, someone who strikes me as a smart guy. i wasn’t sure though if i should take that as a compliment in that i’m sharp but don’t wave it around, or an insult in that no one would ever guess that i’m any sort of thinker. either way at least he didn’t say, “what, you’re into reading?”

so in two days i’ve become a british closet intellectual. perhaps tomorrow in the copy room that girl with the irresistable black rimmed glasses will turn to me and say something along the lines of, “you know, you strike me as someone who’d be fantastic to spend the night with.”

i think that would put a pretty nice cap on the week. and since i have no weekend plans as of yet…

[now hearing this: gangstarr]