Alright, one bit of praise and one complaint:

Just watched the trailer for the new Polish Brothers movie, “The Astronaut Farmer”. Looks like a top-notch family flick. For those not familiar with their work (which I’ve found to be rather divisive) check out “Twin Falls, Idaho” and “Northfork” and form your own opinion. Can’t wait for the new one.

My complaint (which has nothing to do with astronauts or farmers) has to do with South 4th Street post office, the main hub for mail in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. First off, it’s nowhere near my house. There are closer post offices, but because of my zip code, I have to hike for a half an hour to pick up any piece of mail bigger or less foldable than a magazine. Once there I have to wait in line for at least 45 minutes, crossing my fingers that the one employee actually working can actually find said item. At least they have a TV for you to watch while you’re waiting…except, wait, the TV only shows static. Some people find white noise soothing, but when the volume is amping up and down for some inexplicable reason, it’s not the same as that pleasant sound on the alarm clock your Mom got you from the Brookstone catalog. So, please don’t mail me anything.