Yeah, I know news happens in the Pacific Time Zone. Like all the Paris Hilton/Lindsey Lohan stuff. Or another live-from-the-news-chopper car chase through some seedy part of Los Angeles. But, c'mon, let's face it. Real news is an East Coast thing. (I know I'll get indignant outcries from Peter the Other, not to mention my own sister and my sixth grade teacher. Never mind - I stand my ground, people.)
So whenever I'm here, I know that I'm 3 hours behind real life. Aaargh! I mean, the 6:30pm national news is a joke in Schwartzenfornia, right? Why bother? The East Coast saw that stuff 3 hours ago. Yup, that very same telecast. Three hours ago. Ca-ray-zy, man!
I fit much better in the wound-too-tight, grey flannel suit, busy-as-Grand-Central-Station East Coast world. You know New York. The place where news happens. When it's supposed to. Eastern Time.
And New York had a big power outage today! Shoot! The entire Lex Ave line (the 4, 5, and 6, baby - my own personal subway) was down for a whole chunk of the day. Man, I miss all the fun.
OK. Must. Chill. Out. I'm in California, after all.