January 28, 2004
January 26, 2004
Jim seems to be doing a little better. Thanks for all the inquiries. His uvula has gotten smaller in size. Of course now it is covered with small white puss balls, so I'm not so sure how improved he actually is. He goes back into see the doctor tomorrow morning.
On a lighter note: Last week on one of those oh-so-frigid mornings we were walking down Bedford to the L train. And hanging from the fence posts on the side of McCarren Park were these little paper mache animals. Some had crowns, some had candy attached, some said "take candy from strangers", some had no faces at all. It totally brightened our morning. Then later that night, after going out to dinner with Jim M. and Wisely we passed the creatures once again. This time there were only a few there, all mangled and impaled by the fence, stomped on, torn up....very, very sad. (Did I mention the fence is across the street from Automotive High otherwise known as Juvenile Delinquent Holding Pattern High?) So we jumped into action and saved the remaining little ones. Jim M. helped me collect the raggedly-assed scraps of creature off of the fence and the ground and we brought them to Enids and hung out with them. Here they are in all their glory.
Ok, I have been busy working and dealing with crises recently so I don't have much linkage for y'all. Here's my pathetic offerings:
Dogster. It had to happen. Can one of you coding wizards out there make Catster now? Or maybe...Meowster? Step up, yo.
You'd be amazed at the life cats are leading nowadays.
And so someone, who will remain nameless, said to me the other day "What's up with Courtney Love?" and when I gave her the "huh?" look in return, she said "Oh, I get all my Courtney Love updates from your site." And then I slammed the bitch's head to the floor. No, really, I had stopped putting up links to the stories on Courtney's debaucherous behavior because it had ceased to amuse me. I was starting to feel like the situation was a little too sad to poke fun at. But then I found this link and I couldn't resist.
Raising an atkins baby? I got the perfect gift.
January 25, 2004
We just got in from the hospital. Jim woke out of a sound sleep with an enlarged uvula that was choking him. That's the thing hanging from the back of your throat that I always thought was a person's tonsils. Surprise! It's a uvula. So it was huge and gagging him and he was having trouble breathing and he was vomiting. We don't have any culture results yet but the doctors thought it was a viral infection. So just a heads up to anyone who may have been swapping spit with Jim this weekend - he is diseased.
Janaury 24, 2004
Last week Jim did this illustration to go with an article in Whats Up magazine. Hours later the break up. Did Jim know something the rest of us didn't? My hope now is that the word "Bennifer" will be banished by gossip writers world-wide. Other banished words from 2003.
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Tower records - soon to go under. One of the longest running we're-about-to-fold scenarios ever. I only know this as I am a Tower alumni myself. And I met my husband while we were both working at Tower Records Boston. Jim (said husband) is somewhat of a Tower lifer. Not only did he work for the Boston store, but he also put in time at Tower Richmond (VA) and Tower Rockville (MD). Tower Records sux and they pay their workers shit. The employees themselves are a bunch of anti-social, eccentric, alcoholic, drug-injesting, music-obsessing freaks. They rock.
Wow. I was just reading the hate mail Margaret Cho received after having her set at the moveon.org party excerpted by the Drudge report. It's absolutely horrifying and fascinating that at least 80% of the bullshit replies were racial slurs. This is the electorate speaking folks. These assholes vote. I am shuddering at the moment...
January 18, 2004
Well it seems that CBS turned down Moveon.org's superbowl ad. Shocker.
Did I already link these bedpans? If not, please purchase me one ASAP. I'm especially drawn to the Ann B. Davis pan.
I want to try to go out to dinner once a week. Two places that I love and want to go back to are Relish and Miyako. Places I have not tried yet, but were highly rated in the 2004 Zagat Survey include: Allioli, Bamonte's, and Chickenbone Cafe. (One of our print vendors gave me the Zagat guide and I have been salivating over it ever since. It's really fun reading.)
So if any of these menus sound good to you, drop me a line and join us.
Don't be an asshole. Vote Democratic in 2004. (note: may not be appropriate for work)
Need a used, kinda-ugly desk? Adopt this one.
We're making our way through the entire documentary section of Netflix. Beyond the Mat was our most recent selection. I really thought I was not going to be able to watch 102 minutes on wrestling, but surprise, surprise, it was really good. I've had a soft spot for Mick "Mankind" Foley ever since I saw one of those Dateline-type specials on him.
So the guys over at the MIT media lab have really outdone themselves here. Dilligently at work trying to make the world a better place for all of us. Kudos my friends.
This is some serious ill shit. Please, if you have a weak stomach do not click here.
January 17, 2004
I am completely obsessed with the weather. I check weather.com hourly, just hoping that somehow a little 50 degree weather will slip in there at some point. It doesn't seem to be happening.
In the meantime, I am laying low. Keeping warm. Wearing layers. Playing with my cats.
The cats are not down with flash photography.
We kept warm by sitting at Enid's last night.
January 16, 2004
As it is WAY too cold to contemplate leaving the hood this evening, yet as I am completely stir crazy from too much time indoors we are heading over to Enid's for a bit tonight. Did you know that the bartender over there is the chick from The Restaurant? Well now you do. Speaking of reality television, did I also say that I know some people who were working on the crew of The Apprentice. Well I do. I will try to pump them for dirt. My pumping thus far has only turned up the fact that Omarosa is a bitch. Not so earthshattering of an announcement - I think you may be able to tell that just from watching the series.
Related item: Trump, ultimate cheapskate.
Another reason to hate Von Dutch. Do we really need another reason?
I'll have you know, I have several black friendsters.
I like to point out to my friends on live journal that live journal is for 15 year old emo kids...enough said.
The Bush in 30 Seconds winners announced.
I'm telling you, since we got that netflix account, Jim has gone ballistic renting movies. Standouts from recent weeks:
Stevie and 28 Days Later.
28 Days Later may give me nightmares forever. Also, it looks pretty damn good for being shot in digital video.
Most bizarre documentary we have rented: Hell House.
Must leave y'all now...Here's some stick figures having sex to tide you over.
January 12, 2004
Just so you know: If you happen to live in the Williamsburg/Greenpoint area and you happen to get shot or have a heart attack or have some impending reason why you should be at a hospital STAT, take a cab, don't bother waiting for an ambulance. You see, I called an ambulance on Friday night and it took 25 minutes to get to my apartment. Luckily nobody died in the meantime, but c'mon people, is a 25 minute wait acceptable nowadays?
Ok, here's the story....my friend Jen drove down from Boston, went to the Upper East Side to pick up her friend Tom, drove to my house, parked the car, was here for all of three minutes and dropped over in seizures. That is seizures plural, cos every time we thought it was over she went out again. It was AWFUL. So I called 911 (reference Public Enemy here). The police themselves actually showed up in like two minutes flat. Which meant that the cops were standing in and around my apartment with Jen collapsed on the floor and a party going on for the next 20 minutes.
At first everyone in my place shut the hell up and I even saw some people start to hold their beers behind their backs (like we're fifteen right?) The silence was broken by me saying "Hi!" to the crowd and Georgetti taking it away with "so...anyone from around here?" Noise level goes back up, drinking resumes...Normal, except that I was sitting on the floor holding Jen up in a chair. So one of the cops looks around and goes "Is that a bedroom over there?" and I'm all "Yeah!", thinking maybe they want me to carry Jen to the bed. But instead the officer said "Wow. This is a nice place...how much do you pay?" WELCOME TO FUCKING NEW YORK. Girl may be dead. But it's never an inappropriate time to find out about a good deal on an apartment.
January 11, 2004
Too tired to post any funness tonight. Just wanted to say thanx to all those who braved the sub-zero weather and the non-running L train and came to see us in Brooklyn on Friday.
Also to everyone who has called and emailed about Jen - she's in Boston and doing fine at the moment. She did have a seizure and that's about all we know so far.
More later. For now you can look at these.
January 5, 2004...Later
Oh yeah, I forgot....
I had to spend Christmas Eve with my brother shopping for the Christmas presents he didn't bring from NYC with him. So we were hanging out for way too long at the Best Buy near Fenway in Boston and I told Jim and Kevin about this story. It still makes me smile.
Must. Get. Sleep.
January 5, 2004
I'm Aaron Friedman's biggest fan. Who is Aaron Friedman you ask? Click here and here. He's a man on a mission. A misison to free the city of noise polution and ban those crazy annoying car alarms. And he has my full heartfelt support.
So I'm reading this article about how Cris Kirkwood of the Meat Puppets was arrested for hitting a post office security guard in the head with the guard's own batton. Which, y'know is interesting enough on its own. But then in like a little aside at the bottom of the article it says "According to court documents, the guard then shot Kirkwood in the back." Shouldn't that be the headline?! MEAT PUPPET SHOT IN BACK BY POSTAL WORKER. Also, how do you manage to get shot in the back over a parking dispute? They actually ARM the security guards at the post office?! What?!
Looking for a deal on a kayak? Grow light? Blue Jeans? Try the NYC police department's new web site:
Let the bidding begin.
Bagels! Gods gift to the world. Screw those no-carbing freaks and get your bagel on, is what I say. Yeah, I say that all the time. Here's an illuminating article on the history of the NYC bagel. And while the author did not mention my beloved David's Bagels I would like to point out that I have in the past been mocked by friends and collegues for my obsession with David's. They have scoffed that the staff at David's aren't even Jewish, that they are Asian, inferring that Asian people don't know how to make bagels. So to the haters I would like to present the following fact:
"SAM THONGKRIENG of Absolute Bagels on the Upper West Side is one of those bagel makers — a member of a large group of Thai bagel makers spread throughout New York's most prominent bagel shops."
These are amazing. Quick buy me one.
My birthday star is in the constellation Hercules. It has the name Ƀ (Zeta) Herculis in Johann Bayer's Uranometria star catalog. What about yours?
Let me leave you with a little angry youth. Ahhh...that hits the spot.
January
1, 2004.
You heard me...that's 2004 beyotch.
Happy New Years!
Today, in order to start New Years off on the right foot, I cleaned the house, did some laundry and went to the gym. Boy, it feels good to be good. I feel like I should get an award or something. Make no resolutions, break no resolutions is my motto...But if I had to make one it would be this: In 2004 I will try not to be an asshole. And that is quite a challenge for me.
Since I was not out reveling last night and I do not have a hangover, I did not spend the day kneeling before the porcelain goddess. But for those of you who did here's some hangover helpers. I pity you people. (I hope that doesn't make me sound like an asshole. Cos I'm not trying to be one, y'know?)
We played the lottery the other day. Convinced we would win, it was quite a disappointment when our numbers didn't turn up. Seriously, we bought five tickets and only hit one number. But I felt better reading about this lottery winner.I hope he's not an asshole.
Man burried under trash. Just like Simpsons episode!
In Boston for Christmas I had a lot of sitting around time. I read a few books: The Prince of Providence, Making Movies by Sidney Lumet and Live From New York: An Oral History of Saturday Night Live. The last one was actually a present for Jay so I had to read it very, very carefully and not bend the pages or the spine. Mission accomplished. The beginning kinda dragged, it could have used another edit, but overall it was a fun read. I actually laughed out loud at one part.
We also watched Bend it Like Beckham and the documentary Beef (both recommended) and lots of random television.
We went out just one night while we were there, to The Model. Going to the Model is always a hit or miss proposition. Luckily the night was a hit and we had a blast. Got to see lots of people that I haven't seen in forever and wish the night could have been longer. Believe it or not, I had my camera with me, yet forgot to take pictures. For real, yo? Yup.
All I got are these two:
Kevin and Heather Love Christmas
So Do Jim and Jen
Rich Girls vs. The Simple Life. And the winner is...Rich Girls? Look, I'll admit to watching the show, but the thing is I'll watch anything. Or almost anything. Definitely any show that involves real-life adolescent girls, who may be the most entertaining creatures on earth...but I digress...According to this article, Jamie Gleisher and Ally Hilfilger are "awkward but intelligent New Yorkers with quick tongues". Are we talking about the same show? Because what I see are two whiney, delusional, over privilaged girls who like wearing flip flops. It goes on to describe Jamie Gleicher as having "an almost magical face."
"When she smiles, she's all benevolence and charisma, but when she's at ease, her expression drops to a profound and horrible frown, made more grim by the lipstick-smeared cigarette she often shoves into it. She uses this dichotomy in her face to wield power, making her friends and her mother work for that smile."
The girl will need a face lift by age 25.
Ok, I'm not sure this non-asshole thing is gonna work out.
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