Out with a Bang
I didn’t realize bangs were such a big deal. Yesterday I noticed bangs being equated with hipsters on Eat for Victory and that baffled me. I also didn’t realize that Asian=hipster, not that I completely […]
Month: July 2007
Real Jeanius
Sally Brompton is useless. This “If Today is Your Birthday..” is as lamely generic as they come: July 25, 2007 — Look back over the previous 12 months and accept everything that happened. Then turn […]
Henpecked
Ok, random cuteness, please indulge me for a paragraph. I’m always late to tender tales of interspecies mingling. I’ll have to set up an alert (I monitor news and press releases all day at work […]
I’m Not Planning Big Plans
As a mopey teenager I was crazy for Woodfall Films. I wasn’t sure how well they’d hold up for a mopey adult, but I was excited to see Lincoln Center hosting “Woodfall Film Productions and […]
I’ve Got Your Number
If I have to hear about one more peripheral friend, acquaintance or near stranger getting engaged or knocked up I’m going to be forced to watch I Hate my 30s (Ok, there’ll be no forcing—I […]
Chariots of Fire
I’m glad someone took a picture of the burned out car kitty-corner from my apartment. I’m no Kings County placeblogger so when I see these types of anomalies, like I did Saturday afternoon, my first […]
Birds of Another Feather
Ducks are depraved so it’s not surprising that after accidentally killing his mate during rough sex, this widowed mallard hooked up with a hen. It’s a happy family. Chickens and ducks can’t actually mate, which […]
Infanticipating
I don’t get too mixed up in politics but when a 70-year-old decides to reproduce, I take notice. It looks like ex-Senator Al D’Amato’s mature, yet twenty-nine years his junior, wife is “infanticipating” as the […]
Straight from the Horse’s Mouth
1. The downfall and consequences of horse playing I immediately thought of recently released Zoo. There are definitely some consequences involved with that equine tale. Animals also made me think of Dogging: A Love Story, […]
Rooting for the Home Team
Lest you think I’m the only kook who’s amused by Bonnie Root’s (inexplicably misguided friends/fans of Ms. Root need not leave comments about how I shouldn’t quit my day job. Believe me, I know) breed […]