Quick question for the NYC crowd

I'm heading out to Reno for my brother's "graduation" (he has completed his fellowship and is getting a party or something), and I need to get to JFK. I was planning on taking the A down to the AirTran, like I've done before.

But every time I went to any site to map out the time it would take (MTA Trip Planner, Google, etc.) they keep wanting me to transfer to the E and go to Jamaica Station instead. Is there really any goddamned difference in time? Why do they keep sending me that way if there isn't?

Am I a freak?

Last night as we were hanging out, working on getting her wedding invitations finished, Ms. Beans shows me a clip online of the stars of Prince of Persia...all trying to spell Jake Gyllenhaal's name. (Only Gemma Arterton did it. Man, is she cute.) This came after the interviewer asked him to pronounce it for the record, and he (jokingly, I believe, but it's hard to tell) said something that had about fourteen extra syllables than you'd think it could possibly have at the most.

I scoffed, perhaps a little too mightily, and Ms. Beans was like "WTF mate?" I have this...thing. It's hard to explain the whys/wherefores, but basically watching interviews with celebrities makes me cringe and blush so hard with embarrassment I have to go away. Immediately. Sometimes--only sometimes--I can make it through the clip. If it's on a show like The Daily Show, where Jon Stewart makes sure his guests are aware and honest about the ridiculousness of their own celebrity and how much whoredom goes with it, I can--sometimes--watch. But I can't otherwise. Read an interview? Sure. But something about watching these people hock themselves (because that is what they're doing) makes me extremely uncomfortable.

Ms. Beans gave me the biggest, least amused o.O face to my reaction to the clip, and then I just started shrieking a bit (like I do when I'm excited in any fashion) about how stupid! it! is! And I can't! stand! celebrities! thinking! they're! funny! What a waste of time! ::HYPERVENTILATES:: She asked me if I never watched special features. And you know what? I almost never do. I will watch features on special effects where they talk to people who do serious engineering work, but watching actors talk drives me batty. You guys, am I a total freak-bag or what?

And on that note, I leave you all for the weekend. I love leaving people with a good impression of me!

Please, won't you take all my money? Please?

Okay, I'm super bored at work, but I'd be even more super-bored if I went out to the airport early (for all that they might have working AC, which I do not have at work right now). So I'm browsing and I come across this teasing, teasing art from some official Ubisoft artists.

Now, granted, this is on Kotaku, which is part of Gawker, which, as moonlightalice likes to say, reports on stuff that they found on napkins in dumpsters--and not even dumpsters near the people who actually make the stuff they want to report on, so take the accuracy of the reporting with a grain of salt.

BUT STILL!!!! The promise of an Assassin's Creed anything gets me really excited, and I'm with the Kotaku person: please tell us where to send you money for more of this plz kthanxbai? No, seriously, the makers of this game and Bioware, who make my beloved Mass Effect could offer to sell me a mystery box with the promise that there could be anything from a statuette to a slip of paper that just says "Congrats on liking our games so much" and I'd be like, "HERE IS MY MONEY. I CAN GET YOU MORE. DO YOU NEED MORE? 'CAUSE I CAN GET IT!!!"

I can, you know. Hook me up!