From some high school girls on the subway, I learned DBA means 'douche-bag alert', and I have two.

First, I was the DB at The Maddening Truth last Friday when my cell phone started playing "Take on Me" by Norwegian supergroup A-Ha. I don't know why I had it on, I almost never do because I'm at the theater or a movie so often. In my slight defense, it was a wrong number. If I got more calls, I'd have better cell phone hygiene.

Second was the guy who sat across the table from me in the library Saturday. He drank and sucked Twizzles despite neither of those things being allowed in the Rose Reading Room.

Last night, a dream come true, I saw Eddie Izzard in concert. He was good, how could he not be?, but not as good as his DVDs, and I was disappointed that he didn't at least wear make-up. But I have at last seen him.