Anyway, I was mucking around the New Yorker in the service of both you, dear reader, and the previous post and up popped a window that said I could subscribe for $1.00 an issue. And I thought that was a heck of an offer. Then I went to the "subscribe" site (which is here) and found that for a dollar a week I could have the magazine mailed to me or, for a dollar a week, I could read the electronic version or, for a dollar a week, I could receive both.
Who, I have to ask, would choose options one or two in the face of option three? Now I'm in a rage.
Nonetheless, I also came up with, in my exploration of the magazine's exploration of Smash, this line about Slings & Arrows -- another show about which I've waxed ecstatic many times on these pages ...
We’re also not talking about “Slings & Arrows,” the single best TV show about theater ever made.See. If you won't listen to me you should listen to Emily Nausbaum.
Further on the Slings & Arrows front, the bit where Rachel McAdams' character is stoned and talking to a friend in a bookstore about Danish makes me laugh just thinking about it. The humor, if you have to know, stems from the potential confusion between the language and the pastry.