So, I head on over to the UPS store on 7th, and lo and behold, my copy of New York Magazine has arrived, the New York Canon issue, the one with “196 Cultural Works That Best Defined The City Since This Magazine Began” on the cover. This makes me very happy, as I am an old skool New York nerd and there’s lots of old skool in a list like this.

But of course, with a list like that, certain things will immediately spring to mind. For me, one certain record, the “if this ain’t on the list I’m going to cause a riot” record, immediately pops into my head, not a fraction of a second after I lay eyes on Madonna circa ‘83 (who graces the cover, natch).

I anxiously flip through the pages. Flip-flip-flip. Scan the music section. Scan-scan-scan…

And it’s there! PAUL’S BOUTIQUE is there! And lo, the sometimes shaky ground on which my psyche rests remains firmly in place; the world continues to turn on its axis, etc.

The rest of the list is pretty cool. Reminds me of a lot of stuff I’ve always meant to check out but for one reason or another haven’t yet.

Whew. Gives you some clue as to my mental state today. Had my head down working for most of it, but did manage to get out to Prospect Park to watch the sun go down.

Looks like I’ll actually be on a Weird Tales panel at NYCC, with Stephen and Molly C. and (meep) Mike Mignola. Friday at 2 pm. Apparently Leland’s ACT-I-VATE panel is at the exact same time, as is the Vertigo panel. This seems very wrong.

Overheard at Deep 6 today:

Simon: “You oughtta be able to go to Philadelphia with us this weekend. Your wife was off… canoodling with Gene Simmons.”
Leland: “She was not canoodling!”

Oh yeah?

OK, that’s enough cryptastic-ness for now.