.burn your forget-me-nots.
Best overheard quote, I think I've heard....ever:
"a shot of tequila and a pork chop and....*laughs*...well, you know"
Thank you Fort Greene residents.
Best overheard quote, I think I've heard....ever:
"a shot of tequila and a pork chop and....*laughs*...well, you know"
People ask me why I
hate
Mayor Bloomberg
so much,
and outside his failures regarding
everything in the school system,
it's his complete
lack of connection to anything/anyone in modern New York City
that bothers me most.
It's mostly exemplified in this quote:
"There aren't very many panhandlers left, in all fairness to the MTA, come on."
Hi,
I haven't been around for awhile
so...
....
...
here's a Tardigrade,
the only creature that was able to
live in space.
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| (and here are some more picture....bitches) |
It used to be a
gambling parlour
then a plaque engraver
then a fashion shop
then a trinket shop
and now,
across the street from me,
is a Buddhist Temple-thingie
(at least I think).
They had a super cool ribbon cutting
ceromony on Sunday,
very effectively distracting me on a call with my mother.
To quote Peter Griffin
Now I like the hat and I like the scarf, so we're doing this
I watched Annie Hall again this afternoon
and realized
that this sort of person,
is my least favorite person
of them all,
and I'm
terrified of being one of them:
I've decided,
for some reason,
maybe a challenge to myself,
to redesign the covers of
all the books I read this year,
except for McSweeney's because they are perfect as is.
Just little sketchs and such.
Here's the first,
for Alex Kudera's Fight for Your Long Day:
Still alive!
Survived the Oscars
(barely - with an audible gasp and a shoe in hand to throw at the TV after David Fincher lost!)
Survived the coldest bits of winter's crusty asshole.
Survived this.
Survived that.
Barely surviving my crippling fears of isolation and failure.
Let's see what spring brings.....
MTA Conductors,
You are no longer allowed
to announce
"We are stopped momentarily, we'll be moving shortly".
Every two minutes
for twenty minutes.
We AREN'T stopped momentarily.
We WILL NOT be moving shortly.
Liars.
Pants on fire.
If the MTA
was
at all
effective,
I would offer them
my new slogan
for them:
I hate running into old co-workers
at the job I had before the one I have now
because,
I sorta
kinda
really hated everyone there
(sans a few of the best people I've ever met).
And today: it happened.
I ran into a not-so-close co-worker.
Who hated me then
(for no reason - I swear!)
and
apparently,
still does.
I could tell because of her fake smile.
Which sort of looked like this:
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| Sorry to whoever this really is. |