On my Jet Blue flight I watched a commercial that showed people losing a bazillion pounds in a couple weeks by using some dumb product.  Near the bottom of the screen was the disclaimer: “RESULTS NOT TYPICAL.”

I think this is a bold new move in advertising, and I look forward to it being implemented across the board. Hot Pockets commercials could remark “NOT ACTUALLY EDIBLE” and trailers for Ben Stiller movies can point out “NOT ESPECIALLY FUNNY.”

Aside from that, my trip to New York was a mostly uneventful blur of work and play.  I did, however, get to have dinner and drinks with long-time blog acquaintances Sarah B. and Evie at the Comfort Diner, which was excellent as well as being comforting.

Those who read Sarah on a regular basis will not be surprised that she frequently says things such as “I like the idea of testing people you meet to see if you like them.  On a first date, for example, you can wear a lot of fake blood.  The person’s reaction lets you know immediately if they’re in or out.”

Talking with them made me reconsider what I’m doing for a living.  Sarah recently quit her job after getting a book deal, and Evie is an editor for a nationally known magazine.  Evie’s boyfriend Aaron produces a talk show on Sirius and plays in two bands.  I, too, desire this Nora Ephron-style existence.  I’ll start by being John Stewart’s houseboy and work up to being whatever Mark Ruffalo does when he’s playing the boyfriend in Jennifer Garner movies.  Plus, maybe I’ll record a hit song.

My friend Praveena was with me.  She doesn’t know a blogosphere from a hemisphere, so afterwards I asked if she was bored listening to the conversation of a bunch of people who post about their lives on the Internet.  She said, “Are you kidding? I had a great time!  They were hilarious!”

I nodded proudly, paternistically, and said “Why yes.  Yes, they are.”