Archive for July, 2012

We got to defend the beach

From the evil Army guys from that far away country of New Jersey. So we’re going to build a building and fill it with guns and stuff and when it’s finished … Oh, the war is over? Ok peace bro lets go home.



Who is depraved. Really.

Dead Penguins – I never knew this!

Did you ever wonder why there are no dead penguins on the ice in
Antarctica — where do they go?

Wonder no more ! ! !
It is a known fact that the penguin is a very ritualistic bird which
lives an extremely ordered and complex life. The penguin is very
committed to its family and will mate for life, as well as maintain a
form of compassionate contact with its offspring throughout its life.

If a penguin is found dead on the ice surface, other members of its
family and social circle have been known to dig holes in the ice, using
their vestigial wings and beaks, until the hole is deep enough for the
dead bird to be rolled into, and buried.

The male penguins then gather in a circle around the fresh grave and
one by one, they begin to emit a unique sound — a haunting bird-song
that sounds like this:

“Freeze a jolly good fellow.”
“Freeze a jolly good fellow.”

Then, they kick him in the ice hole . . .

You didn’t really believe that I know anything about penguins, did you?

Where the big gun was



Fort Tilden


The reason I was going to Dutchess County was to go see Cold Play with my best friend and two of her boys. It was a graduation present for one of them. My friend had also planned a surprise for her other boy, they had an extra ticket that Em was going to ‘sell’ that was actually going to be for a friend of his that had been traveling.

She ran into traffic so we had to wait and make up excuses as to why we weren’t leaving. We walked out to the parking lot, Em knew her son’s friend was close, when we didn’t get in the car he yelled, “What are we waiting for?” A voice piped up behind him, “You’re waiting for me.” It was perfection.

At the concert we got wristbands to wear, ‘part of the show’ they kept flashing on the viewscreens, which were 4 oval discs seemingly suspended in the air. After Wolf Gang (follow them on twitter! @wolfgang and make sure you get the right Wolf Gang!) and Robyn we got to Cold Play. The arena was pitch black and the wristbands lit up. Whatever color the wristband were that was the color the lights were, blue, pink, green, yellow and white (Nick collected them after the show to see if he can figure out how they work). It was glorious.

My ears were buzzing for a day, my throat is still scratchy. People are jealous I got to go.

20120708-093941.jpg Here’s the boy, the ticket was a present from his mom. The shirt was my present to him.

20120708-094029.jpgThese are the wrist bands that light up.

20120708-094316.jpgAnd this is the shirt I bought myself, yes I dropped a huge chunk of change at this concert.

It was a typical Friday morning on the Green train. Except it wasn’t for me, I wasn’t going to work I was headed to Dutchess County for the weekend. That means I had already been up for hours getting ready. Besides showering I had to clean my apartment before I left. I couldn’t leave my apartment for an extended time with it looking the way it normally does since I might be murdered and the police would come to paw through my stuff and think, “what a slob”.

There I was on the train headed to GCT, yes a rush hour train with a suitcase. I stayed on the 6 because I didn’t want to lug my suitcase from one train to another. The man gets on with in his dress shirt & pants, tie clutching a briefcase and smartphone. As more people got on the train he moved to right in front me, I could see he was playing Monopoly on his phone. He was standing, swaying with the movement of the train, hanging on to the handhold next to me with on hand, in his other hand his briefcase and smartphone touching the screen with his thumb to make his moves. At one point he went to jail. Then the green train got to his stop and he got off.

Bye bye morning entertainment.