I don't care that he's a Nobel Peace Prize winner. That's a no-no outfit. Not to mention, the mixing of patterns is just, um, wrong.
Meep Womp
Daily (kinda, sorta) thoughts from the mind of Stinky Tofu about world of Stinky Tofu, including (almost) daily Baby Reports about the Baby and Memphie. And who are the Baby and Memphie? Well, that's pretty obvious, no?
Friday, June 11, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
McBomination
I dunno which is worse, the mouse-eared nuggets or the mouse-eared patty.
It's pretty awful what we do to other animals, particularly in the context of the fast food industry; but this is adding insult to injury:
It's pretty awful what we do to other animals, particularly in the context of the fast food industry; but this is adding insult to injury:
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
It's *just* snow, people. Get a grip.
I'd been waiting and waiting for a great big snowstorm, since the last snowstorm that managed to shut anything down occurred back in '02 (in NYC). Wouldn't you know it, the minute I move away, the NE gets hit with not one but two big azz storms. Grrr.
As I type this, the Washington metro area is getting hit with significant snowfall; an actual blizzard. That said, it's just snow, people! Get a grip.
Is there a need for this:
Or this?
It's not like anyone's living in the middle of the woods, hundreds of miles away from their closest neighbor and/or civilization. If you really do run out of food (highly doubtful that there would be NOTHING left in your pantry after a day or two of being "trapped" indoors), I'm sure you could order in. If the pizza guy won't deliver, there's always Chinese.
Also, it doesn't help that even the WaPo is getting into it by declaring the current state a "snowmaggedon". Really, WaPo? Really???
As I type this, the Washington metro area is getting hit with significant snowfall; an actual blizzard. That said, it's just snow, people! Get a grip.
Is there a need for this:
Or this?
It's not like anyone's living in the middle of the woods, hundreds of miles away from their closest neighbor and/or civilization. If you really do run out of food (highly doubtful that there would be NOTHING left in your pantry after a day or two of being "trapped" indoors), I'm sure you could order in. If the pizza guy won't deliver, there's always Chinese.
Also, it doesn't help that even the WaPo is getting into it by declaring the current state a "snowmaggedon". Really, WaPo? Really???
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Reason 93 (not in order of importance) as to why I do not miss the MTA
Not having to deal with random screamers:
That said, I'm surprised to see the identity of the screamer in the video. I used to see her all the time, at least once or twice a week, on the 4/5 between Brooklyn and midtown; but never heard her say more than her usual script of "sorry to disturb you, I don't smoke, do drugs, etc., but am homeless and need your help..." etc. Actually, I never saw her sit. A relatively mild-mannered panhandler as compared to other panhandlers on the MTA system, she was always moving from one end of the car to the other as she repeated her script. From the announcement towards the end it sounds like she was on her usual route of the 4/5. I wonder what pushed her over the edge, that is, other than her mother.
That said, I'm surprised to see the identity of the screamer in the video. I used to see her all the time, at least once or twice a week, on the 4/5 between Brooklyn and midtown; but never heard her say more than her usual script of "sorry to disturb you, I don't smoke, do drugs, etc., but am homeless and need your help..." etc. Actually, I never saw her sit. A relatively mild-mannered panhandler as compared to other panhandlers on the MTA system, she was always moving from one end of the car to the other as she repeated her script. From the announcement towards the end it sounds like she was on her usual route of the 4/5. I wonder what pushed her over the edge, that is, other than her mother.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
That's not a Q-Tip
For some other troubling (though I suppose a q-tip stuck in a bird's posterior is probably more troubling than what's pictured) as well as some cute in a non-disturbing-way photos go here.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Thinking waay too much about food, but I'm not the only one
Sometimes I wonder if I spend too much of my waking hours thinking about what I'm going to be eating next -- something that the B, Memphis and I have in common (though in their case, I hope they aren't wondering as much because really there isn't that much variety in what they're eating day-to-day).
Anyway, I think that's why I enjoy food blogs so much because those freaks are even more food-obsessed than me. Also, every once in a while I'll see something like the chart to the right that makes me smile (even if most of the food offered by these joints are strictly verboten). Still, it's a fun trip down the choose-your-own-adventure-memory-lane.
The original post appeared here.
Anyway, I think that's why I enjoy food blogs so much because those freaks are even more food-obsessed than me. Also, every once in a while I'll see something like the chart to the right that makes me smile (even if most of the food offered by these joints are strictly verboten). Still, it's a fun trip down the choose-your-own-adventure-memory-lane.
The original post appeared here.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
B.R. 11/14/09 -- WPB Green Market
After procrastinating for the past three weeks, Olive and I finally made it to the West Palm Beach Green Market. Here's our route. The market is at Second and Narcissus, i.e. the highlighted square.
We were pleasantly surprised. It was bigger -- about two blocks long -- and more varied than I'd been expecting. There were stands selling farm-fresh produce, as as well as local products from honey (!) and alligator meat (which while intriguing made me sad nonetheless). The B was pleasantly surprised that although there were a lot of people and dogs, the ones that we met were all very well-behaved and generally her size. There's nothing the B likes better than to boss around another small dog. That's just how she is.
While there, the B and I shared a berry smoothie; and although she expressed interest in my conch fritters, I was not inclined to share them. Since I'd skipped breakfast, I'd thought about getting something pastry-ish at the green market, but figured that while in Rome.... The fritters were quite tasty, especially when I added, at the insistence of the vendor, "mama's special secret sauce". I don't know whose mama made that sauce or what made it so special secret but it was special delicious.
On our way home, we stopped over at Meyer Amphitheater where the B tried to sniff out the remaining fritters while I people watched:
Generally, the other animals we see on our walks, besides other people out walking their piaps, are small geckos and stray cats, though we only see the latter when we cross the parking lot of this nearby church. There is this boil of hawks (I think though they could be vultures -- it's hard to tell since they're so far away) that I see circling this one particular building downtown, but that's for another day. Anyway, as I was saying, we generally see only a few types of animals, which is why it was so startling when this bird hopped out of a bush right next to us and flew a few feet away to parking lot:
It looks like a cattle egret, but I'm no expert.
That's one thing I haven't gotten used to down there. There are no pigeons, but rather egrets and hawks (maybe vultures).
We were pleasantly surprised. It was bigger -- about two blocks long -- and more varied than I'd been expecting. There were stands selling farm-fresh produce, as as well as local products from honey (!) and alligator meat (which while intriguing made me sad nonetheless). The B was pleasantly surprised that although there were a lot of people and dogs, the ones that we met were all very well-behaved and generally her size. There's nothing the B likes better than to boss around another small dog. That's just how she is.
While there, the B and I shared a berry smoothie; and although she expressed interest in my conch fritters, I was not inclined to share them. Since I'd skipped breakfast, I'd thought about getting something pastry-ish at the green market, but figured that while in Rome.... The fritters were quite tasty, especially when I added, at the insistence of the vendor, "mama's special secret sauce". I don't know whose mama made that sauce or what made it so special secret but it was special delicious.
On our way home, we stopped over at Meyer Amphitheater where the B tried to sniff out the remaining fritters while I people watched:
Generally, the other animals we see on our walks, besides other people out walking their piaps, are small geckos and stray cats, though we only see the latter when we cross the parking lot of this nearby church. There is this boil of hawks (I think though they could be vultures -- it's hard to tell since they're so far away) that I see circling this one particular building downtown, but that's for another day. Anyway, as I was saying, we generally see only a few types of animals, which is why it was so startling when this bird hopped out of a bush right next to us and flew a few feet away to parking lot:
It looks like a cattle egret, but I'm no expert.
That's one thing I haven't gotten used to down there. There are no pigeons, but rather egrets and hawks (maybe vultures).
Thursday, November 12, 2009
The B's plan for New Year's
Enn reports:
"the B fully excepts to have on a new year's hat, noisemaker, and champagne to ring in the new year. she's even planning to have memphis draw decorative patterns on her fur w/ elmer's glue (using his 2 paws) and then she'll roll around in glitter. i think the baby is hoping he will draw hearts, stars, and snowflakes – but he'll probably draw only things he likes: fish, poo, etc. won't the baby be shocked when she looks in the mirror after rolling around in the glitter."
Now, I had some questions about the B's plans:
Me: where is she going to get elmer's glue?
Enn: from a CVS, she says.
Me: and why wouldn't she and memphis just use wet food as the glue?
Enn: b/c she has more class than that, she says.
*******
Guess I got told.
"the B fully excepts to have on a new year's hat, noisemaker, and champagne to ring in the new year. she's even planning to have memphis draw decorative patterns on her fur w/ elmer's glue (using his 2 paws) and then she'll roll around in glitter. i think the baby is hoping he will draw hearts, stars, and snowflakes – but he'll probably draw only things he likes: fish, poo, etc. won't the baby be shocked when she looks in the mirror after rolling around in the glitter."
Now, I had some questions about the B's plans:
Me: where is she going to get elmer's glue?
Enn: from a CVS, she says.
Me: and why wouldn't she and memphis just use wet food as the glue?
Enn: b/c she has more class than that, she says.
*******
Guess I got told.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
The Mysteriously Balding Bear
Not as sad as sad rat>, but pretty sad nonetheless... I give you the mysteriously balding bears of the Leipzig Zoo -- well, one anyway:
I hope their keepers provide them with some coats for the oncoming winter, and maybe some faux skin rugs.
I hope their keepers provide them with some coats for the oncoming winter, and maybe some faux skin rugs.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
One of the best (and saddest) Gothamist thread ever
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