Friday, August 22, 2008

AUGUST, KINGS COUNTY

Recently:

Craig and I were walking by David Byrne's Wburg bike rack, "The Hipster."

Me: Oh, have you seen these? Do you know about these?
Craig: Yeah. Ooh, I'm a genius, I invent everything.
Blipster Leaving Bodega: Whoa, you're a hater. What happened to you, man?



Then I laughed so hard that I almost threw up, and Craig sulked down Bedford Ave until he had to turn for the subway.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

OH MY GOD

I saw Robert Mruczek at Coney Island today.

IN THE ARCADE.


This is him:


I know who he is because of 'The King of Kong'-- and he was at Coney Island today (accompanied by a guy wearing a FUNSPOT t-shirt, for God's sake!!). I was staring and staring and took some "pictures of my mom standing by that water fountain" which of course were actually pictures of him...he definitely knew what I was doing. He was wearing a tie-dyed shirt with a wolf on it. The man defies explanation and classification.

AMAZING.


More about Coney Island later-- I went today for the first time and I thought it was wonderful. Time for this blog to stop being so lazy!!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

3 beers in...

...and narcissism rears its ugly head! Selfinvolvedbot reporting for duty today, sir.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

GOD DAMN!

BERNIE MAC *AND* ISAAC HAYES?!?!

Mr Gill, for you:

5 subway lines
+
4 episodes of Mad Men
+
3 Historic House Trust sites
+
3 boroughs
+
2 cops
+
1 cousin
______________
TODAY!

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Now, let me get this straight...

Clay Aiken had a baby. Well, okay, Clay Aiken is the *reason* for someone having a baby.

(Okay, I shouldn't say it like that, either-- who knows how many babies were made while listening to "Measure of a Man?" Right? RIGHT??)


But seriously-- Clay Aiken and some woman...some woman named JAYMES...just had a baby. I don't understand this on any level. Clay? Jaymes? A baby? This is an equation that doesn't check.

Clay, oh Clay of my youth, where have you gone?!

(Really, I mean-- "obviously" this is some sort of thing where his friend was like "Oh lord, Clay, I'm gonna be an Old Maid, my clock is ticking, help me out here." And Clay being the nice guy, or the total FREAK, that he is...decided to help. What I want to know is if they did this the old-fashioned way or with the help of the medical establishment. Which is so far beyond being none of my business that it isn't even worth mentioning.)

Also, I realize I might be putting my personal integrity on the line by even speaking about this man. You must understand that senior year of high school, which was the second season of American Idol, my friends and I were absolutely obsessed with it and specifically with Clay. The best memory from that time, for me, is that the day after he lost was the day that my parents and I had to go in for a disciplinary meeting. For me. I was in twelfth grade, let's remember. Smooth L had screamed at me one too many times in Wind Ensemble and I finally let her have it...with only Akil as a witness. (Happy birthday, by the way, Mr. Middleton!) Anyway, I was dreading this meeting in the first place, and then on top of it all, Clay lost. That was also the day that the infamous/famous CFA class pic, which I will post (tinily) below, was taken. If you have good eyes, and can get past the fact that I'm wearing khakis, you'll see that Em and I are wearing Clay buttons. I imagine that Becky and Jess are, too.


Oh, boy. Clay. Where have you taken me?!

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Not to be a bitch, BUT...

"I don't know how to be in a place where people don't know who Diane Keaton is."
-Erin