Stacy Horn

I pretty much adore every second, every word, every expression and every gesture of every character in the animated series Archer. It is complete and total perfection. They used to be spies, but now they’re selling drugs and I will love this show until the day I die because it has exchanges like this one:

Ray: “Do not compare what we do now to intelligence work.”

Sterling: “Don’t worry, I won’t. Because selling cocaine to cocaine dealers doesn’t really compare to helping overthrow democratically-elected governments, like the U.S. did in Guatemala, Chile, Nicaragua, uh, oh, Iran? Because, spoiler alert, those didn’t really work out so great. But that’s OK! Because I’m pinning my hopes for the future on the next big shipment of Stinger missiles to that rag-tag bunch of Mujahideen heroes in Afghanistan.”

A gas light in Gramercy Park. For the love of God, will you look at that iron work??

They are shooting some sort of remake of Dangerous Liaisons in my neighborhood, and you can tell there is a tonnage of money behind this production by the impressive number of trucks which have taken over the place.

The truck for the stars always says “Lucy” and “Desi,” which I like. I just googled it though and this is for a pilot starring Katie Holmes, so Lucy=Katie. And, as per usual …

Someone is keeping an eye on me! (Again, not in an unfriendly way.) There were a few pieces on this clothing rack that I wouldn’t mind … possessing. He knew!

My dental work is complete. DO NOT READ this quick backstory if you are dental-squeamish: I had two teeth in the front pulled, I thought I was going to get two implants and a lot of crowns, but two bone grafts failed, as did the gum surgery that followed, so now I am sporting a newly installed bridge. That looks beautiful, I think. It took THREE YEARS. And cost trillions of dollars.

I should take a better shot, with my real camera instead of these webcam shots. Maybe I should make a movie? Because these teeth are works of art. Seriously. I’ve been studying them, and somehow they managed to match how teeth seem to be more translucent at the bottom than at the top. And that’s just one great thing about them. NYU Dental School worked for me! (I shudder to think how much all of this would have cost if I hadn’t had the work done at the dental school.)

I swear it’s the 19th century down in my basement. It looks just like pictures of a Five Points gang hideout. You expect to see a bunch of Dead Rabbits pop up around the corner with whiskey bottles and knives.

I went down there to photograph the meters because I’ve been meaning to challenge Con Ed about my bill for decades. I know everyone’s bill shot up in the last few months, but mine has always been high. I live alone in a small one bedroom, with almost no devices: tv, radio, computer, stove, refrigerator, sometimes a blow-dryer, and lights. If I use a space heater it’s only for a couple of hours at a time, and yet my bill is usually over $100, sometimes way over. I went into the basement and photographed the meters. The first one is electric, I’m guessing, and the second one is the gas meter? (Totally guessing, what do I know?)

The Marshmallow Diaries is funniest thing I’ve read in a while, and yes I’d say that even if it wasn’t written by a friend. Read it for yourself, you’ll see!

Another photo shoot I passed by on my way home. This was in front of Carrie’s Sex and the City apartment on Perry Street. I love that peach coat! The whole outfit really.

Checking me out. Not in an unfriendly way, but he has his eye on me.