Sunday, October 30, 2005

Cat and Mouse Game

Is that not the cutest cat and mouse you've ever seen?

More photos of cat and mouse on my flickr.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Ding Dong

Meirs has withdrawn! Except who will be the next nominee? Could he or (hopefully) she be even scarier?

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Goin' to the Butcher's

Unless someone talks me out of it (maybe that's why I'm posting this), I'm going to attempt to cut my own hair tonight. No, not just my bangs, I'm putting some texture in my hair. It's getting long and I'm starting to look like a mom with a shoulder-length bob, and I just can't handle that. Especially after seeing a 50-year-old woman with the same haircut on the train this morning. No worries, I won't use real scissors, just thinning shears. I can't mess it up too bad with just thinning shears, can I?

Monday, October 24, 2005

It Was Only a Matter of Time

...before I'd get a FEMA scan spam:
Dear Applicant,

My name is Paul W Cameron. I am a Contract Inspector for FEMA. If this is the first time I’ve contacted you please call me immediately at 507-269-7142 to set up your homes FEMA inspection.

Attached to this email you’ll find a "Declaration and Release" form (#90-69B). Please review and add the required information to the following areas:

* Check the appropriate box regarding citizen ship
* Print your name (Last name first, must be applicant)
* Sign
* Add Date of Birth
* Add Date Signed

You may leave the FEMA application number blank and I will add it specific to your documentation.

* Add the address of damaged home
* Add the city
* Add the state
* Add the Zip Code

The signed document can be faxed to my attention (attn: PWC) to 413-235-9987.

On an additional piece of paper (or by responding to this email) please also list:

* Home Owners/Flood Ins. Company
* Home Owners/Flood Ins. Policy Number
* Insurance Agent
* Agents Phone Number

For Renters:

* Landlord Name
* Landlord Phone Number

If you were forced to relocate, please add the following:

* Name of Town
* Name of State

The sooner I can gather this data, the faster I can get your claim turned around. Hang in there and God Bless you.

Thank you
Paul W Cameron
PWC Inspection Service
Rochester, MN
His site is a "real" inspection website, though it looks like it was designed with ClipArt from Microsoft. How do we find out if this guy is legit (well, confirm he's not) and to whom do we report him?

Friday, October 21, 2005

Bomb Scare

I was just about to take my lunch break when we were told there's a bomb scare out on the street (I work near Grand Central) and we're not allowed to leave the building. The one day I skipped breakfast... So, now I'm living on peanuts and mini Snickers.

So I'm Not Voting for Mayor

This time last year, all I wanted was for everyone to vote. Everything I did revolved around electoral politics, because of course, like many of my peers, I just wanted W out of the White House. I preached that the only way this country can have a true representative of the people is if everyone votes. I overheard some neighbors on their fire escape talking about how they weren't registered to vote; I stuck my head out the window and said I'd be right up with a New York State voter registration card. I traveled to Pennsylvania, Georgia, Missouri and Ohio to register voters. In fact, I even created an alter ego, VoteGirl, to encourage young people to vote.

One year later, as another election day draws near, I can't bring myself to vote for either mayoral candidate for New York City. I don't hate Bloomberg, but I hate enough of the things he's done (mainly his ridiculous overdevelopment of the city) to not feel comfortable voting for him. And Freddy, well... let's just say I don't hate Bloomberg enough to even consider voting for Freddy. And I don't like Freddy enough to vote for him on his own merits. He's had one screw up after another and he hasn't said or done anything to make me believe this city will be any better under his administration than it is under a Bloomberg administration.

But don't give up on VoteGirl just yet. I'm still going to vote; I'm just going to abstain from voting for mayor. I don't quite know what or who I'm voting for, but between now and November 8, I'll check out this handy dandy voter guide, and you should, too.

And of course, I'll be at this rockin' election night party. One thing VoteGirl can't abstain from is an open bar.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Mayor Mike Does it Again

While on the New York Times website this morning, I came across an ad for Bloomberg that said, "Streets are cleaner and the city is greener. How'd it happen? Mayor Mike Bloomberg." Intrigued, I clicked through to Mike's website where I found this:
Under Mayor Mike Bloomberg, New York has added 300 acres of new parkland, with new parks and playgrounds in every borough.
I clicked through to his accomplishments page and found these stats:
In Manhattan: Mayor Bloomberg has already completed the reconstruction of East River Park...During the Bloomberg Administration, the Parks Department has added 300 acres of new parkland and 25.7 greenway miles to the City's recreational space...
Mike completed reconstruction of the park? Himself? Awesome. Now, I know I haven't been in a few weeks, but the last time I checked, the East River Park was not complete... has anyone tried to bike it lately? Or gain waterfront access below 14th Street? Does he mean just the "parky parts" are done and the cyclists and joggers will have to continue to endanger themselves on First Avenue while parts of the greenway are locked up? Gotham Gazette recently noted that:
In the past two years, the park has gained refurbished ball fields (funded through the Lower Manhattan Development Corporation, which was created to rebuild lower Manhattan after 9/11), playgrounds and a rebuilt outdoor amphitheater (which had been the first home of Shakespeare in the Park). There are working public toilets and plans for more.

But much of the park—the largest in lower Manhattan--lives in a state of dishabille. A grassy patch turns brown. Another, greener lawn rarely gets a mowing. A broken water fountain falling into a sinkhole has had a tidy little chain link fence around it for years. Bikers and walkers now traverse a noisy path up against the FDR that is always either dusty or flooded. That's the way it will remain until the promenade reopens.
But the REAL problem with all of this-- whether it was Mayor Mike or park advocates who have claimed all that parkland for the city-- is that none of it is or will be taken care of because there is simply not enough money in the city's budget for park maintenance. Bloomberg can brag about the amount of parks and playgrounds we have, but over the past 20 years, drastic budget cuts have depleted Parks Department's professional staff by more than 65%. So we'll have more parks and fewer people to take care of them? Good work, Mike.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

The Consequences of Greed

You may be confused as to what this picture is really depicting. Greed. That's what it's depicting. In less abstract terms, this is what happens when a python decides to have an alligator for lunch. That's right, it explodes! Check out the full story at National Geographic.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005


This just in: Katie Holmes is preggers. What? Scientologists don't believe in The Pill or condoms, either? More coverage on Gawker and People.

I'd write more but I have to go throw up now.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Only in New York

Sometimes I get sad that I never have those creepy New York experiences that everyone else seems to have. They make for good stories. But tonight, I finally had mine.

I was on my way to Brooklyn on the D train, in a window seat--which sits perpendicular to the seats that run along the inside edges of the cars. A man dressed in all black sat in front of me holding a messenger bag on his lap. After four or five stops I looked down and noticed his pubic hairs. I at first thought that he had on very low pants and that his shirt was riding up. I tried to look up and around and everywhere but at his lap, but I couldn't help looking down. And then it happened. He adjusted the messenger bag and there it was: his penis! It wasn't hard and he wasn't playing with it. It was just...there.

On the Manhattan Bridge I got out my cell phone to text message my boyfriend and tell him what had happened. I considered taking a picture of the man (no, not his penis) to turn into the police like this woman did in August. But then I reconsidered. He wasn't really exposing himself; he was covering his penis with his messenger bag. I figured it was the equivalent of a man catching a glimpse of a woman's vagina when she crosses her legs (of course to really be equivalent, she'd have to be sans underwear).

As we approached my stop, I got up. So did he. But instead of zipping up his pants he just kept his bag in front of his sack.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

I Just Killed a Bear

My roommate started to sing "Bohemian Rhapsody" after she got off of the phone with her

I chimed in, "I just killed a bear/put a gun against his head/pulled my trigger now he's--"

"You just killed a what?"

"A bear...right?"

"Uh. I think it's a man."
So, I googled the lyrics, and yes, Freddy Mercury killed a man, not a bear. Why did I think it was a bear? And how, in my 23 years, did I not come to the conclusion on my own that he probably killed a man?

What song lyrics have you butchered?

Saturday, October 01, 2005

Down on the Corner, Out in the Street

True, there are benefits to staying in on a Friday night. But there are even more benefits to going out and doing laundry on a Friday night. For example, I was able to witness this sad yet hysterical concert in front of my beloved deli on my way back from the laundromat.

"Do you believe in life after love?"

"I'll be here...for the good tiiiiimes."

The pictures do not do this act justice, so you can watch her sing here and him (with her help) sing here. The woman had a surprisingly good voice; she performed at the Apollo, claimed the man in the hat—who, unfortunately, was not blessed with such vocal prowess.