that includes munchkin:
does anyone remember the movie critters? i think this is the real thing.
27 June 2007
a common theme
a friend pointed out that there are even better pictures of ugly dogs here.
that includes munchkin:
does anyone remember the movie critters? i think this is the real thing.
that includes munchkin:
does anyone remember the movie critters? i think this is the real thing.
25 June 2007
bong hits 4 jesus
i'm not sure what to say about this story.
other than i feel like he should have spelled hits with a z. bong hitz 4 jesus. it just flooows, ya know?
other than i feel like he should have spelled hits with a z. bong hitz 4 jesus. it just flooows, ya know?
22 June 2007
do you love bruce springsteen as much as i do?
then you'll love this. or maybe you won't. genius or insanity? you decide:
20 June 2007
the opera.
first of all, i just want to point out that i balls out love opera.
it felt so good to sit on the cool grass, watching bats dart through the dusk, surrounded by friends and listening to incredible music. we organized a big crew and sat together giggling, struggling to contain our laughter and getting glares from old people in beach chairs.
but i mean, what do they expect? most of us couldn't understand a word. i wish the met had organized some sort of supertitles. i don't speak french so i really had no idea what was going on. when the tympani came in and the organ went dum-DUM-dum, then i knew the devil was about to sing. that's about it. the main character's name was marguerita, and they kept singing her name annunciated loudly and carefully, which made it sound like MAR-GAR-IIIII-TAAA. which just made me thirsty for a margarita.
non-musical highlight no. 1: meeting a super-hot and super-smart girl.
non-musical highlight no. 2: watching a day-old blackberry drop headfirst into a container of hummus.
oh, here's a great little story. as we were leaving the park, we hailed a yellow cab and this park slope couple ran up with kid in tow yelling, no wait! that's ours, we called him! [what? you don't call a yellow cab.] wait, we have a baby! they said to the driver. he asked us, well, where are you going? cobble hill and then into manhattan, we said. he asked the couple the same question. their answer: just around the corner, a couple blocks away. sorry, the driver said. i've got to take the longer fare. what? no. we have a baby! frustrated huffing etc. we drive away.
just because you have a baby doesn't mean you can poach our cab. back off, yuppies.
it felt so good to sit on the cool grass, watching bats dart through the dusk, surrounded by friends and listening to incredible music. we organized a big crew and sat together giggling, struggling to contain our laughter and getting glares from old people in beach chairs.
but i mean, what do they expect? most of us couldn't understand a word. i wish the met had organized some sort of supertitles. i don't speak french so i really had no idea what was going on. when the tympani came in and the organ went dum-DUM-dum, then i knew the devil was about to sing. that's about it. the main character's name was marguerita, and they kept singing her name annunciated loudly and carefully, which made it sound like MAR-GAR-IIIII-TAAA. which just made me thirsty for a margarita.
non-musical highlight no. 1: meeting a super-hot and super-smart girl.
non-musical highlight no. 2: watching a day-old blackberry drop headfirst into a container of hummus.
oh, here's a great little story. as we were leaving the park, we hailed a yellow cab and this park slope couple ran up with kid in tow yelling, no wait! that's ours, we called him! [what? you don't call a yellow cab.] wait, we have a baby! they said to the driver. he asked us, well, where are you going? cobble hill and then into manhattan, we said. he asked the couple the same question. their answer: just around the corner, a couple blocks away. sorry, the driver said. i've got to take the longer fare. what? no. we have a baby! frustrated huffing etc. we drive away.
just because you have a baby doesn't mean you can poach our cab. back off, yuppies.
19 June 2007
not blogging
today instead of blogging i am riding my bike to prospect park, working on my tan and watching free opera.
just thought y'all should know.
just thought y'all should know.
15 June 2007
the best video game ever
so i've been thinking about buying a nintendo wii for a while now. i'm tempted but heading into a beautiful summer the last thing i need is a habit that keeps me indoors.
now i have a new motivator -- i just have to wait until they perfect this video game system. the game itself looks awfully boring, but man, those controllers are awesome!
now i have a new motivator -- i just have to wait until they perfect this video game system. the game itself looks awfully boring, but man, those controllers are awesome!
11 June 2007
an eternal mystery
whenever i head into the office (which is more and more rare these days), i take the 4 train from borough hall. it's easy and quick and gets me to within a couple blocks of red hot after a transfer to the 6.
but it also totally fucks with my head.
i swear, the train tracks under the borough hall station defy the laws of physics.
the 4 train to manhattan should travel north out of the station. but according to every piece of my internal logic, that damned train is heading south!
here's the deal.
i walk down joralemon st, heading just about due east.
i curse yet another starbucks as i walk down the subway stairs. at the bottom of the stairs, i turn left and head north towards the gates.
i turn right (east) and walk through the turnstile.
i make a left and head north. i walk to the stairs that lead to the manhattan-bound platform.
i turn right (east again) and walk down the stairs.
at the bottom of the stairs, i turn right to face the train platform. i am now facing southeast. the train comes from my left, heading southwest. right? but manhattan is to the north!
i've always been proud of my sense of direction. if i hadn't been with my family in europe at age 16, they'd probably still be lost somewhere in romania.
but seriously, i think if i don't figure this out i'm going to go crazy. hopefully not this crazy!
but it also totally fucks with my head.
i swear, the train tracks under the borough hall station defy the laws of physics.
the 4 train to manhattan should travel north out of the station. but according to every piece of my internal logic, that damned train is heading south!
here's the deal.
i walk down joralemon st, heading just about due east.
i curse yet another starbucks as i walk down the subway stairs. at the bottom of the stairs, i turn left and head north towards the gates.
i turn right (east) and walk through the turnstile.
i make a left and head north. i walk to the stairs that lead to the manhattan-bound platform.
i turn right (east again) and walk down the stairs.
at the bottom of the stairs, i turn right to face the train platform. i am now facing southeast. the train comes from my left, heading southwest. right? but manhattan is to the north!
i've always been proud of my sense of direction. if i hadn't been with my family in europe at age 16, they'd probably still be lost somewhere in romania.
but seriously, i think if i don't figure this out i'm going to go crazy. hopefully not this crazy!
08 June 2007
pity this busy monster,manunkind,
i'd say that i lean towards a compassionate existence, trying to understand the evil in the world without resorting to hatred or viciousness.
but here's something i don't understand:
why am i so incredibly satisfied that paris hilton is going back to jail?
one cnn anchor summed it up:
“It’s the kind of day where we’ll always have Paris.”
ouch.
but here's something i don't understand:
why am i so incredibly satisfied that paris hilton is going back to jail?
one cnn anchor summed it up:
“It’s the kind of day where we’ll always have Paris.”
ouch.
am i shocked? no. am i dismayed? yes.
somehow i missed this story in last week's ny post:
the iowa state fair.
ouch. i thought you were only supposed to play state fairs when your career was in decline.
but i guess if they're recording an album in a bubble, the decline started a long time ago...
Atlanta-based punk pop band Cartel has agreed to be caged in a 40-by-40- foot Fiberglas "bubble" planted at the tip of Pier 54 on the Hudson, where they will write, record and promote their sophomore record in 20 days.according to the band's myspace page (where five MILLION people have listened to this so called "punk pop" garbage) they'll be exiting the bubble for a special engagement at... wait for it...
the iowa state fair.
ouch. i thought you were only supposed to play state fairs when your career was in decline.
but i guess if they're recording an album in a bubble, the decline started a long time ago...
07 June 2007
two videos about baseball
okay, i usually don't put baseball stuff up here, but the mets blog is sort of defunct (as are the mets against the phillies so far -- damn you jimmy rollins). so here's a couple videos. first, here's a great clip of a manager for the mississippi braves arguing a call.
unfortunately, there's no way to hear what he's saying. if you're curious what the umpire and manager say to each other during these fights, watch the best arguer of all time -- the great earl weaver.
unfortunately, there's no way to hear what he's saying. if you're curious what the umpire and manager say to each other during these fights, watch the best arguer of all time -- the great earl weaver.
another american travesty
"The liberation movement is simply thrilled with the news! This is a triumph for grassroots civic action."
of course, this quote must be referring to the failure to effectively prosecute two foreign nationals imprisoned at guantanamo bay. right?
NO.
it's about paris fucking hilton, who's free after only five days in jail. freed due to a private medical matter.
there is no justice in america.
of course, this quote must be referring to the failure to effectively prosecute two foreign nationals imprisoned at guantanamo bay. right?
NO.
it's about paris fucking hilton, who's free after only five days in jail. freed due to a private medical matter.
there is no justice in america.
06 June 2007
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