Happy Independence Day, you Americans, enjoy your three day weekend! Unless you are one of the happily unemployed like myself, then hey, it's just another day off.

So yesterday I met up with Michael Walsh, who was in town for a wedding.

He wanted to see the Pulp exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum, which Omar had seen with his wife and cousin last month and given rave reviews to, so I was quite happy to join him. He ended up being a couple of hours late, getting caught up in returning the rental car and checking into his hotel in Newark and so on, but I didn't mind.

I had lunch and puttered around in the gift shop and looked around, saving the Pulp stuff and the top floor exhibit for when Michael came. This was one of those stuff museums rather than art museums, which I am not so much into, but there was some cool stuff there, and then when Michael arrived, we saw the Pulp exhibit, which was swell.

They had the original paintings as well as the magazine covers, with the girls in the negligees and the incredible racial stereotypes. Some of the art was quite brilliant and surrealistic, though I cannot agree with any pulp exhibit that didn't have a single cover of anything by Robert E. Howard, the greatest pulp writer in the whole wide world!

It was great seeing Michael, he's one of those people whom I wish lived nearby so we could hang out more often.

I had to pick up the proofs for Marq and Michelle's show before the shop closed at 7p, so we went back into the city and got them, then having a light meal at Heartland before he had to go to the rehearsal dinner for the wedding and I had to deliver the contact sheet.

I decided just to walk, it was a nice summer evening, not too hot, though I stopped at Staples on my way downtown to buy a new fan to replace the one that broke last year. I wanted to have a little clippy one like the old one, but they only had the kind that actually take up room on the desk. But hey, for nine bucks, why not?

I walked up to 42nd St. and decided to see Finding Nemo at the AMC, though I first stopped at the new Coldstone Creamery across the street. What a loathsome place! All the employees sing, as though they are on a chain gang, and they mix all this crap into the ice cream, making it all melty and warm.

Everything is all fakily cheerful, like it's Disneyland, though at least you expect Disneyland to be theme-park-y, if I want a little bit of ice cream I don't want to be forced to go through this song and dance and whoop-de-doo. God, the singing was a nightmare. Never go there.

Finding Nemo was brilliant, though, I wish that Omar's original idea of the two of us taking Molly and Bonnie had come to pass, I would have loved to see it with them. The seagulls ("Mine! Mine!") and the starfish and the turtle dudes and everything just slayed me, but especially Ellen Degeneres.

I need to see it again. I need to see it every day.

Today's horoscope:
What does independence mean to you? You're free to focus, categorize and turn someone else's mess into a thing of beauty. Help others keep their feet on the ground and their wheels on the road.

One year ago today:
He was a black, male, French-Canadian Veruca Salt, he was.

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