We don't spell it with a "u"

Pushing through the obnoxious Oxford Street crowd on my way home yesterday, I realized that if anything, this internship has prepared me for working at Conde Nast this summer in that I'm now ready to wade through the throngs of tourists in Times Square. Not that I didn't have to do that to walk down 8th Ave. from Port Authority to 57th St. to Hearst, but this might be worse. Or maybe I just have a selective memory. It's definitely not as bad as that one horrible day when that idiot was climbing the New York Times building and dumb people taking pictures and standing in the street almost made me miss my bus. Like, did they want to see him fall to his death?

Also, for your reading pleasure, something I worked on for the US website (I guess people got laid off there and now it needs to be updated from the UK, which poses the obvious problem of not having people who know American grammar/vocab/slang writing for an American audience... lucky they had me this week): Top Ten Rising Stars.