Kamran sends me a link to Huffington Post‘s slideshow of the most beautiful photos of the abandoned City Hall subway station.
Some fool comments with this:
I think it is hilarious. Then some other fool comments with this:
And I’m like, “Wait, wasn’t that first commenter being funny?”
RIGHT? It was a joke! No?
I’m too busy today to pound something out, so I was gonna be like, “Umm . . . Fake Wordless Wednesday, guys?”
But then I realized that oh, crap, it IS Wednesday. WIN.
After some initial trepidation with the Select Bus Service, I overcame my fears and have been heartily enjoying my bus ride to work with its view of the maybe-slightly-cleaner-and-fresher-than-the-subway great outdoors for the past few days.
My favourite of the things I wouldn’t have seen had I taken the train was this, painted on the side of a cargo van:
Apparently it’s the seafood catering division of the gourmet grocery store Citarella:
And you can bet I’d hire them for my next (first) dinner party if seafood didn’t swim in its own poop.
Sometimes I’ll read a very funny blog post and see that it has 0 comments and think, “I am going to comment on this pathetic person’s very funny blog post so she’ll feel encouraged to keep blogging despite the fact that not a single person is reading her.”
And then I’ll click on the individual post, and there’ll actually be 1153 comments, so many that the blog author didn’t think it necessary to advertise them all over the main page. And then I’ll feel like the pathetic one, because my last blog post will have gotten 6 comments.
But then I’ll start to read the comments, and the first one is inevitably
and the two that follow are
and
And suddenly I’ll feel really good about my 6 comments and the fact that they’re always thoughtful and usually more clever than the actual post itself. I say usually so you won’t get a bunch of big heads.
Thanks, guys, for reading and for writing and for being awesome. Especially the being awesome part.
I remind myself of this and then go look at the Facebook profiles of all of my now fat, married, and childrened hometown friends every time I find myself complaining about life in NYC.
This video is also amazing but unfortunately has embedding disabled. It shows exactly what it’s like trying to hail a cab in a city where every man is out for himself.
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