No, it's not a shiny fresh-scrubbed floor. My apartment flooded again yesterday and I'm kind of expecting it to again tonight, though I learned of another drain I can shove my hand in to to pull out any obstructing gunk. The bright side, and granted, it's not exactly blinding, is that the plumber has quit blaming me and supposedly they're installing a sump pump and a pipe out to the sewer.

How can you mess up a premise like Idol: The Musical? Apart from the opening scene which was a nod to the bomb worshipers in "Beneath the Planet of the Apes", there were no laughs, and very little Clay Aiken! Before I went, I read that the entire cast was replaced a week ago, which can never auger anything good. I was somewhat interested in how much one character looked like Carla Carpio, one of my receptionists, but when she took off her wig and goth garb, even that little flicker of interest was extinguished. Really, really, shockingly bad for off-Broadway. Go see "The Bourne Ultimatum" instead--it's spine-tingling!

I bought a big ol' cheesy keepsake of my first year in New York--a poster of Playbill covers from all the shows that played on Broadway in the '06-07 season. There were 67 and I've seen 23 of them, three more than once. Man, I got whacked but good by the lucky stick this year!