Tree Sample
I sat for an hour trying to put up a large gallery of similar trees but my internet connection is Flaky McFlakerton of Flakesville.
Entries Tagged as 'The Lunch Wire'
Otterness Hit Again By 14th St Passersby
I’ll have a gigantic winter tree series up soon. In the meantime, here’s a conceptual piece from the 14th Street subway station and the Life Underground series. I posted a few photos from here before. It’s funny how sometimes people post this stuff and just say “crazy.”
Salad Bar
Someday, all the countries and insurrections that want weapons will have to buy them on TV.
My Old Cranky Cat
My cat, Sweetie Pea, is Mrs. Cranky Pants. I guess that happens. She’s the twin of the dude from last year. At the same time, she’s more of a truck than he was. After this, I have to post a real picture for the cat internets.
Honey, the Car Was on Fire
I like the pool of melted foam plastic under the passenger door. I was going to take more pictures but the cop on duty didn’t want me to. It’s not like I work for the insurance company.
Broadway by Columbia Plus Scam Sidebar
Here are more shots of nobody on Broadway by Columbia University last night.
I’m selling my bass rig on craigslist and I got three responses from people offering to pay with a cashier’s check. SCAM! Since I live next door to a bank and another two banks are within two blocks, I’m tempted to accept the check and then walk over to the banks to see if the check is legitimate. Ideally, a cop or two would be handy to make a fraud arrest. They might be holding guns though. That would be weird.
I Didn’t Want Those Tiles
Litterbugs bug the crap outta me. I picked these up myself and carried them to a street garbage can. Me=hero. Blogging while DJing.
Much Worse Today
I either have the swine flu or a very severe sinus infection. I tried some cold pills that expired in 2006. Was that the last time I felt this bad? They didn’t work. I went out and bought some fresh generic ones and those aren’t working either. At leastThe Hurt Locker came in from Netflix. Oh goody, two hours of defusing bombs. Seriously, I’m really looking forward to this. I’ve sort of had Kathryn Bigelow in the corner of my eye since she directed a little 1987 vampire movie called Near Dark.
Sick as a Metaphor
I am sick as a dog. Well, that phrase must come from some dark truth that when a dog is sick, he literally loses his shit and makes a real mess. If your dog has a head cold, maybe a runny nose and a light fever, he’ll still wag his tail at the same old dog food he’s been eating for 12 years. I’m more the latter sick dog. My head feels like an industrial barrel of ammonia, my arms sling twenty extra pounds of rice sacks, and my left foot keeps cramping up as I’m limping to make tea — but I still have some “Good Morning Vietnam!” when I bust out that frozen soup in the freezer (from a month ago).
Merry Serbian Christmas!
I could say something but it’s all flying over my head.
The Bottom of the Stairs
Tell the light at the end of the tunnel there’s a new kid in town.
More Snow
This means global warming isn’t happening and since it’s night time, the sun will not come up tomorrow. I ain’t convinced by no science.