let’5 pl6y A little Game 4 Some Fun, shall w4?

In the above sentence, 3 numbers and 4 letters will give you a code.
And that code unlocks something entertaining for you.
Can you guess my game?

Comment below when you figure it out. Happy Friday ;)


UPDATE!
Billy got the answer: 56AGSF4


So for everyone’s benefit: This is a “free movie code” for the new Blockbuster kiosks. You can use one per movie. Any of these should work through Sept 26: 76RMAQ8,
 53MMKC6, 75JMMF6, 
33CHAH4, 
2950BW3, and
 22DWTM9


Note that sometimes the codes don’t work for movies that are over a $1. 


Use this link to find a kiosks near you!

"We Can Fly, We Can Fly"

There was a piece of garbage that rolled down the steps of the subway with me.

The red, plastic slip of paper was moving faster than I was… Falling – no, flying past groups of commuters. If you’ve ever visited the city, you may have noticed strange crosswinds that catch your wrappers and your napkins and your hair (or unfortunately your dress) at off-beat moments throughout the day. The gusts come from seemingly nowhere; just air trapped inside the grid of the city trying to escape.

I stepped onto a subway train.

The man across from me was asleep. The woman next to me was reading. Two men stood near the door, discussing a business proposal. And to my left… No. It couldn’t be. But it was. My piece of red trash friend was resting next me, tired of riding the breeze.

I laughed to myself. Small city.

As I exited the underground and stepped into the sun, police cars were lining up everywhere. Something was happening. But not in the chaotic sort of way. You can feel it in the air when something unexpected happens, and this? This was controlled chaos.

“On the sidewalk miss!” a cop yelled at me.

I quickly moved away from the road and tripped over my other foot. Wait, that wasn’t my foot. Ah! My best friend, Red Trash, was attached to my shoe! I blatantly smiled at the piece of paper.

Yes, I smiled at paper. We seemed to have a connection.

Quicker than I imagined, another blast of wind swept through the city. Red Trash unlatched himself from my shoe and flew up, up, up into the gray sky. He floated happily towards the East River, abandoning me for a carefree trip through town. "What a sense of adventure," I thought wistfully.

Is it odd that I was jealous of Mr. Red Trash?
And missed him a little bit?

I saw the President today. He’s been visiting New York for the United Nations conference. And this afternoon, I popped inside of Google’s headquarters to discuss tablet technology for work.

But for some reason, I felt compelled to tell you about that red piece of paper. I think you would have enjoyed him as much as I did. And I think, when he left for his next adventure, you would have missed him just as much too.

Fall: The Time to Play Catch... Up

I’ve been bad. There is so much to fill you in on, and moments are slipping away faster than I can type them up. By the way, where did August go? Now September is disappearing as quickly as the changing sun. And you know what that means…

Alright, okay…
For any New Yorker reading the blog, I won’t say the dreaded “w” word.
Just for you. 

Fall embraced the city almost over night, and school has started up once again. With that comes Pumpkin Spice lattes, Saturday study days, Sunday football, and of course, the late-night crunch. My college roommates will love this statistic I’m about to drop: Average hours slept per night last week: 4.7. Hours spelt on Sunday night: 2.5. Goal for hours to sleep per night this week? Eh…. That’s why you love me!

But here’s the reason I know it’s time for a blog post: I’ve been finding napkins in my pockets and scraps of paper in my purses with hints written from my creative self, addressed to my frazzled self.

Most of memos read something like, “Need 2 blog bout tennis,” or “Dont forgt: park pic.” I couldn’t even tell you what my coding means for half of these notes. But an even bigger problem? I couldn’t even tell you when I’m actually going to sit down and write out these entries.

So. Basically, I’m asking you to bear with me. Once my loans have gone through and my new roommate is settled and classes calm down and my thesis is well underway and people stop being so dang enjoyable, I promise, I promise, I promise to give you some fabulous blog posts.

But for now, enjoy this embarrassing picture snapped right before the hurricane. Happy Tuesday! Keep "holding on" until the weekend!

Baahaha. 
Come on.
 I couldn't resist a little word fun. 

The Bloggity Blog Awards

Oh you shouldn't have! A big thanks to Sarah, who sent me this blog award two weeks ago! Somehow I missed it in my comments section, but it caught my eye today. Thank you Sarah! I'm quite honored.



And in blog award tradition, I'm passing this badge on to the following people. I love your stuff, and I hope others will too:


1) Mary & Ben at The Cooks in Tanzania
2) Brian at Dirty Richmond
3) Katelyn at Katelyn James Photography
4) Laurie at City Chronicles
5) Janelle at Short Story Time

To Do List

What needs to be done pretty much now:

1) Clean room. It's cluttered.
2) Finish "City of Bones" series. This is more important than Item #1.
3) Decide what to wear for Fashion's Night Out this Thursday in New York. This is more important than Item #1, but less important than Item #2.
4) Do dishes. This item holds the same equally unimportant value as Item #1.
5) Order one more book for school.
6) Remind oneself repeatedly that, in fact, school starts tomorrow.
7) Buy peanut butter. This Item trumps all other Items, with the exception of #2.
8) Upload pictures to Facebook. This Item is time-sensitive due to your parents’ uncanny Facebook skills. In fact, your pictures are already old news.
9) Consider that possibility of maybe thinking about the idea of doing laundry.
10) Write a blog post.

New York Hurricane Irene Part 3: To Connecticut I Go

Nate Morris had videos streaming from Newport News, Virginia while Kathryn and Grace Fitzgerald were live in Richmond. So we wanted to give you all a report from Westport, CT to show the destruction from Hurricane Irene. Please do enjoy.

Starring Claire and Abby Comey

New York Hurricane Irene Part 2: Evacuate

I looked up at my ceiling.

A large puckered, dark circle was right above my head. The last storm had successfully damaged my roof, and the impending hurricane was probably going to finish it off.

Time to leave.

My roommate was in VA, so I knew I wasn't getting stuck in our leaky apartment alone. The Comey family in Connecticut are life-long friends that had a bed to spare, so I gladly accepted their invitation for a weekend in Westport. My rolling suitcase was packed at 1am last night, and an alarm was set for 6:15.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Yep, definitely time to leave. Now I just needed to get there before the train system shut down at noon...

No bread left in Astoria.

This pot is almost comical. I also wrapped the couch and TV in shower curtains since the chances of damages are... quite high.

Going into the city was eerily quiet.

Grand Central was deserted when I first arrived. Not a soul was on 42nd street. And I thought I'd have to beat the crowds for a ticket out... turns out New Yorkers don't mess with hurricanes.

New York Hurricane Irene Part 1: We Wait

New York is prepared.

There’s an eerie sort of silence on the streets this afternoon. As I ate my sandwich in some random corporate park with a waterfall, I noticed the absence of people… the absence of rush. I was noticing a cliché “calm before the storm.”

Of course, two places are as frazzled as ever. Duane Read was full of lunch break employees grabbing water, batteries, and flashlights. Big bags of supplies were being pulled out of the store, and I couldn’t help but think drugstore owners must be squealing in delight over the impending hurricane.

“Any flashlights left?” one woman asked.
“No. Ha. Good luck,” a disgruntle employee replied.

The second overwhelmed space is virtual. Twitter has been erupting with constant news updates, Bloomberg tweets, and friendly advice for @bittfitz. In my office people are doing the normal 9-5 thing. But everyone is also texting under the table, tweeting behind open emails, and blatantly calling family members.

No one is sure what to do.

I’m under the impression that New York is slightly overreacting. Maybe it's the Virginian in me, but I only find this type of storm exciting or annoying. Still the images from Katrina are fresh in the minds of most and the general consesus is "better safe that sorry." This hurricane won’t be nearly the same category by the time it reaches our city, but the truth is, when something big happens in New York, it’s always BIG.

The highs are high and the lows are low, my friends.

Here is what we do know:

1) The MTA is closing all subway, bus, and Metro North
services starting at 12pm Saturday 27th.
2) Staten Island ferry service will be suspended
if winds reach over 46mph.
3) Bridges will be closed if winds reach over 60mph.
4) The Rockaways in Queens are being fully evacuated due
to isolation risks with bridge closures.
5) Zone A residents are being asked to evacuate ASAP. This includes
Coney Island, Manhattan Beach, and some costal areas of Brooklyn,

Maybe we’re going to have the storm of a lifetime. Maybe we'll laugh about this Monday. But for now…

We wait.

The city before it's biggest threat of a hurricane since 1938.