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.
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Best NYC Store Names #1
Filed under funner times on the bus, living in new york is neat
Tagged as funner times on the bus, living in new york is neat
Tagged as funner times on the bus, living in new york is neat
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.
Not to Suck Up to You or Anything
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.
The TV Understands Me: NYC Commercials That are Too True
Filed under a taste for tv, living in new york sucks so hard, stuff i like
Tagged as a taste for tv, living in new york sucks so hard, stuff i like
Tagged as a taste for tv, living in new york sucks so hard, stuff i like
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.
I Always Want to Be Looked at, Except When I Don’t
Sometimes when I’m in the elevator up to Kamran’s apartment, I’ll dig around in my bag for my keys for so long without finding them that I’ll start to believe everyone’s noticing it, and it becomes embarrassing for me to the point that I’ll pull something else entirely unrelated out with an expression of triumph like, “Ah-ha! Found what I was looking for all along, you guys!”
And it’ll end up being, like, my checkbook. Or a baggie of ice, because yes, I steal ice from my workplace. I somehow believe this is better than continuing to dig.
