Hey, Lisa's got a bunch of her subway photos up! Go look! Go look!

Months ago, I gave my name to some horrible online thing as Playboy Stabtone Bloodbath Go!, after a Trumans Water song. Now I keep getting Special Offers! for PLAYBOY BLOODBATH! It's a little disconcerting.

Actually, I'm pretty disconcerted in general today--have been in a bad mood on-and-off for a couple of days, and I'm not sure where it comes from or how it can be stopped. I mean, there's only so many times one can listen to the new Elvis Costello reissues hoping for some kind of homeopathic effect. I'm getting the sense that my basic social skills have not so much atrophied as fallen off a cliff, Wile E. Coyote-like, clutching a little wooden sign in Chuck Jones's handwriting that says "NICE TO MEET YOU TOO." It's partly that I haven't heard from a lot of my friends in a while, and I'm not sure if they're really busy right now or "really busy right now," if you see what I mean, and anyway I suspect I'd stutter and mumble all over the place if they actually did call. But I miss them.

Tonight (as we worked our way slowly through the Ba section of the parashah--DeFord Bailey, Derek Bailey, Bailter Space), I attempted to make comfort food to remedy the mood situation--broccoli and tofu with peanut sauce, a throwback to college, when it was reliably glutinous and full of chunks of scallions. No scallions on hand tonight, though, and the sauce came out thin and watery and vinegary, even though I made it more or less according to The Enchanted Broccoli Forest's instructions. Pretty good, actually, but not the nostalgic glop I was hoping for.