(probably every twenty- and thirtysomething female on the east coast has seen this by now, but I couldn't let it go without comment.) this morning L-Train forwarded me the Black Table article "Meet The Whimpster: The Manipulative Asshole in Sens

stace pointed me to this Gothamist articles about the L train shutdown and the horribly slanted NY Post piece on it. as with most of the site's entries, the piece itself is fine, but following it are reams of posts from people laughing/spitting

from my friend Adam's Read Magazine, here's a funny article by Angie Maldonado about the must-have accessory of 2004: the emaciated musician. "Be prepared to go through a few protruding hip bones before discovering the pair that's right fo

so the MTA shut down all service on the L train again this weekend, giving Brooklyn residents a week's notice via signs posted in the subway. to the MTA, a week is a big deal. because of the shut down, I had to cancel my party, which is a pain in the

if you get the dailycandy emails, this is old hat. if you don't, you've got to go play smack the pingu. it's this week's awesome time waster. so far, my distance record for penguin smacking is 491.2, but I hope to break 500 by the end of th

this is from yesterday's girlsarepretty.com. I like to think this entry was written for me. it's not, but pretending is fun.Thursday, December 04, 2003 Cool As Meg Day! You have seven hundred dollars in cash rolled up in your pocket and some red

according to my referrer log (i.e. what links are followed to get to this blog) there are four people who got here by typing the following phrase into their AOL search engines:the things that are the same as my house to a viking housethat is complete

Ace found a site that describes a bizarre version of rock, paper, scissors called "rock, paper, scissors, spock, lizard". It's not the same game the little chinese kids were playing, but it's still fun.

psychokitty sent me this "Tunnel Vision" article from the New York Times today, the last in a series about riding the New York City subway rails. I have seen the horseman, the mariachis, the train-riding pigeons... have you?

spending four days sick in bed with strep sucks. spending four days sick in bed with strep because you were out at a soccer game the night before in 30* weather with a bunch of drunk hooligans sucks even more. missing loads of weekend fun because of

I got a big laugh out of Hipster Bingo (damn trucker caps! damn shaggy haircuts!) until I realized that seven of the twenty-five squares applied to me. eight, if you count the free square. I am not a stereotype dammit! I'm not looking to MTV, Q Magaz

you're overwhelmed at work, you're bored at home, deadlines are breathing down your neck, she's not calling you back, you can't work it out, you can't figure it out, it is all too too much, what what what can you possibly do.go flying

Psychokitty sent me an Onion article - "Unemployed Man Getting Really Good at Unemployment" - and suddenly it was the summer of 2001 again and I was biking through McCarren Park and all was right with the world.

a week ago my friend L-train sent me the link for onlyundiesclub.com, which is both horrifying and extra horrifying. it's emo kids and indie kids in their underwear. no. really. like a train wreck, you just can't turn away...