Perspective

Not long ago, New Yorkers used to queue for bread:



Now we camp for phones -- yes a really cool looking, technologically flashy phone, but a phone nonetheless:



That said, at least no one waited in line for bread for a week unlike these people.

What Enn Says 2

The latest:

"i did it!

i had to do it!

i put the avon b. cancer walk people on my spam list!

:/"

Piaps of Pride!

Piaps, like people come in a variety of shapes and sizes; and I was glad to see that diversity reflected at this year's NYC Pride. That said, check out the azz on that lab -- someone doesn't hold back at the chow bowl:

Sex Kitten

Here's a shout-out to an old friend of Enn's who had a thing for a little filly:

Annual Lament

Well, not exactly a lament but something more along the lines of wistfulness. What am I talking about? This -- whenever the weather starts getting warm and the kiddies are out on the streets full-force because they're no longer tethered to their school yards and classrooms I'm reminded of those languid summers when I used to sleep in until one or two in the afternoon after staying up all night doing nothing. Ah, the glory that is summer break. And somewhere mixed in all this nostalgia is a wistful longing for a experience that I'll never have, and that is the sleep-away summer camp. Yes, it may be a hell never to be repeated for some but even then it's a once in a lifetime experience, no? Of course in my dreamiverse, the camp that I really wanted to be at was the one with Ferris and Angel, though quite honestly now that I know what that movie was all about I kinda am leaning towards the camp where Sharon and Susan met... *lets get together, yeah, yeah...*

A Nice Surprise

Last Tuesday I was stuck in my boringly meaningless weekly meeting that rehashes the contents of this work flow database that my colleagues and I update on a daily basis. However, because same the idiotic powers-that-be who requires our presence at this pointless meeting forgot to reserve our usual conference room we were sent off to the other side of the floor in search of an unused meeting space. After one or two abortive attempts we were successful in usurping this room that was a third of the size of our usual conference room. We were a bit cramped to say the least. However, unlike our usual meeting space this one was a corner room and therefore had humongous office windows serving as two of the four walls. As we shuffled in I managed to grab a seat at the far end of the conference table by one of the two windowed walls. As the powers-that-be droned on I happened to look out the window to pass the time, and goodness what did I see:



After some researching I found that this fantastic building was 20 Exchange Place. It used to be The City Bank Farmers Trust Building, and unfortunately will soon become William Beaver House -- housing that's aimed at the NC-17 crowd.

Hairy Times

VH1 has compiled another useless list of songs that's going to be plaguing my mind for the next week. This time the focus is the 40 Most Softastic Soft Rock Songs. Why they didn't title this "Greatest Hits of the 70's" is beyond me because practically every song that was a hit in the 70's was on this list. Though I suppose "softastic soft rock" sounds a bit more flashy and catchy than "the greatest '70s hits". Now I love a good 70's tune as much as the next person. Who can forget Karen's haunting voice or the wonder that is Steve. Haha, tricked you. Though he's pretty awesome too.

Anyway, even with all that goodness there is the horror that is the 70's hairiness as best exemplified by this gross album cover:



Is it just me or does that look like cover art to some gay porn?

Intergenerational Love Is Creepy