Ahhhh the Evil Twin still loves me because tomorrow night she is taking me to the Pats pre-season versus the Titans.
My love for the Patriots is purely physical - there is no logic or strategy involved here.
Just walking into the stadium is a visceral experience for me - the music (AC/DC what else), the fat cups of beer, the lights, the militia, the diversity of the crowd...
This is SO not a baseball experience.
I can't wait.
I love football.
GO PATS!
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
The Cat Shat
My neighborhood is overrun by feral cats.
All the neighbors got together to have them neutered & spayed and that was the one kitty caca free week in my backyard.
*Sigh*
I would love trap them all and drop them off out in Holyoke, but sadly I just really don't have the time.
(This scheme also includes the two cats that actually belong to people - if you have a cat but can't care for it properly, off it goes to Holyoke!)
Anyway I am first going to try some non-toxic methods to keep the cats away.
Someone suggested that I put out a litter box, but I don't want to be the sh*t station for the whole neighborhood.
Another suggestion was to sprinkle cat food on the area of excrement, the theory being that cats won't eat where they crap, and quite frankly who would. But again, I don't want to encourage them to be there in the first place.
I looked up a few solutions, mostly involving hot pepper which just seems cruel and useless. One idea is to sprinkle the area with grated Irish Spring soap - the shreds of which made my yard smell, well, spring fresh I guess and which puffed up weirdly in the rain.
That kept the cats away for about a week.
But now they are back. And full of poo that they leave for me like little stinky dumplings.
Anyone have any other suggestions? Preferable not of the shoot them, poison them, put them in a bag and toss into the river ilk please!
All the neighbors got together to have them neutered & spayed and that was the one kitty caca free week in my backyard.
*Sigh*
I would love trap them all and drop them off out in Holyoke, but sadly I just really don't have the time.
(This scheme also includes the two cats that actually belong to people - if you have a cat but can't care for it properly, off it goes to Holyoke!)
Anyway I am first going to try some non-toxic methods to keep the cats away.
Someone suggested that I put out a litter box, but I don't want to be the sh*t station for the whole neighborhood.
Another suggestion was to sprinkle cat food on the area of excrement, the theory being that cats won't eat where they crap, and quite frankly who would. But again, I don't want to encourage them to be there in the first place.
I looked up a few solutions, mostly involving hot pepper which just seems cruel and useless. One idea is to sprinkle the area with grated Irish Spring soap - the shreds of which made my yard smell, well, spring fresh I guess and which puffed up weirdly in the rain.
That kept the cats away for about a week.
But now they are back. And full of poo that they leave for me like little stinky dumplings.
Anyone have any other suggestions? Preferable not of the shoot them, poison them, put them in a bag and toss into the river ilk please!
Fun Times Ahead
The reason I haven't posted anything is because I got a new job.
I feel like I have been learning to speak a new language.
Phew!
I feel like I have been learning to speak a new language.
Phew!
The Most Annoying Man on Public Television
If I worked at PBS I would definitely implement a new fund raising strategy.
Their current one SUCKS.
About every three months or so the folks over at WGBH run a fund raising week.
I am not sure which is more irritating -
Scheduling something really interesting just to interrupt every few minutes with donation requests.
OR
One more night in Vienna with Andre Rieu.
Their current one SUCKS.
About every three months or so the folks over at WGBH run a fund raising week.
I am not sure which is more irritating -
Scheduling something really interesting just to interrupt every few minutes with donation requests.
OR
One more night in Vienna with Andre Rieu.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
A Lead Umbrella
That is what my po-po friend told me I would need this summer, since the forecast was for a summer of bullet hail.
And you know, I am thinking he might have been a little bit right.
This morning as I was driving down the street I noticed long strips of yellow crime scene tape roping off the last quarter of the block.
And then I noticed several bloody towels & tee shirts hanging on a fence.
And about eight crime scene/police vehicles double parked.
And a really new looking cop guarding the scene.
And a scattering of yellow tent cards dotting the courtyard.
Seemingly someone got shot, but will survive - I looked for it in the papers but nothing.
Weird.
And you know, I am thinking he might have been a little bit right.
This morning as I was driving down the street I noticed long strips of yellow crime scene tape roping off the last quarter of the block.
And then I noticed several bloody towels & tee shirts hanging on a fence.
And about eight crime scene/police vehicles double parked.
And a really new looking cop guarding the scene.
And a scattering of yellow tent cards dotting the courtyard.
Seemingly someone got shot, but will survive - I looked for it in the papers but nothing.
Weird.
Monday, July 23, 2007
I'll get you my pretty and your little pushcart too!!
The Heraldo is running and article today about the pushcarts being pushed out of Downtown Crossing.
And rumor has it that all the food windows have to close. Heck, maybe they all are already closed....
I get why it is happening - someone at the BRA decided South Endify Downtown Crossing and that means no gritty city crap allowed.
I wonder where Hip Zepi is going to go?
Although if they close Falafel King heads will ROLL!
I sure hope that Downtown Crossing doesn't turn into some overpriced tourist destination mall like Fanueil Hall.
And I know that I am from Boston because I know what hot subway and hot candied nuts smell like in the blustery sea-salty wind that whips damply through the buildings. And you only smell that smell in Downtown Crossing.
And rumor has it that all the food windows have to close. Heck, maybe they all are already closed....
I get why it is happening - someone at the BRA decided South Endify Downtown Crossing and that means no gritty city crap allowed.
I wonder where Hip Zepi is going to go?
Although if they close Falafel King heads will ROLL!
I sure hope that Downtown Crossing doesn't turn into some overpriced tourist destination mall like Fanueil Hall.
And I know that I am from Boston because I know what hot subway and hot candied nuts smell like in the blustery sea-salty wind that whips damply through the buildings. And you only smell that smell in Downtown Crossing.
Friday, July 20, 2007
That's the way the cookie crumbles
Anyone from/living in Boston knows that the city is run by about 6 competent people and about 6800 total boobs.
A handful of these boobs work at the BRA (Boston Redevelopment Authority).
The BRA should been dismantled - it is mostly corrupt and out of touch with the needs of the city. Criticism of the BRA has come up recently due to the fact that they've made some questionable approvals with regard to university expansions in both Roxbury and Brighton.
On a personal level, yesterday they awarded a parcel of land to a neighbor. Let me just say that of all the people in the neighborhood there are two people I don't like and this neighbor is one of them.
Over the years I have watched him as he has slowly turned his house into a dilapidated sh*tbox.
First there was the "roofdeck" he installed. Cobbled together with stair balusters, bits of string, and odd ends of wood, it is mostly now rotted and threatens to blow away in a stiff wind.
Then there was the time he woke everyone at 2am by jackhammering the cement steps off the back of his house - in boxer shorts of all things. Then he built in wooden steps and added on a long corrugated shelter over the stairs, like a big slide off the back of the house.
Not done with the jackhammer, he then turned his attention to the side of his house, jackhammering a big rectangular-ish hole in the exterior wall. Which he then filled in with a piece of wood (to brace the space) and glass block and a wooden shutter.
When the building department came by, they asked him to close it up. He said he would but never did and that was about 5 years ago now. They also told him to sort out the "roofdeck" and that is still there.
So now the BRA looked at his application and decided he was clearly the best candidate for the vacant lot. And yes, I applied also, just to see what would happen.
The BRA has put restrictions on the parcel. It has to remain an open greenspace. And if he wants to build anything on it he has to submit architect plans for approval, and he can't use it for parking - among other things.
If he doesn't comply with these restrictions he will forfeit the property. At least that is what the BRA claims.
I say that is bullsh*t.
He is planning on adding more windows, a deck with an overhang, and a six foot chain link fence.
If it were any number of my other neighbors, I would be more enthusiastic. But because it is this clown with a jackhammer doing the work himself, I am kind of bummed.
As for the permits and plans he needs, I doubt he will complete that part since he has a serious disdain for city authority unless it serves his needs. When they started the street sweeping program, he ran out to the city workers, screaming at them that they were Nazis and took photos of them as "evidence" of their Nazism. Did I mention he is from Germany himself?
He will wreck the parcel just like he has done to the exterior of his house and to the apartment he rented over the winter and like the house he bought in western Mass when he thought he was going to move away.
Way to go BRA!
A handful of these boobs work at the BRA (Boston Redevelopment Authority).
The BRA should been dismantled - it is mostly corrupt and out of touch with the needs of the city. Criticism of the BRA has come up recently due to the fact that they've made some questionable approvals with regard to university expansions in both Roxbury and Brighton.
On a personal level, yesterday they awarded a parcel of land to a neighbor. Let me just say that of all the people in the neighborhood there are two people I don't like and this neighbor is one of them.
Over the years I have watched him as he has slowly turned his house into a dilapidated sh*tbox.
First there was the "roofdeck" he installed. Cobbled together with stair balusters, bits of string, and odd ends of wood, it is mostly now rotted and threatens to blow away in a stiff wind.
Then there was the time he woke everyone at 2am by jackhammering the cement steps off the back of his house - in boxer shorts of all things. Then he built in wooden steps and added on a long corrugated shelter over the stairs, like a big slide off the back of the house.
Not done with the jackhammer, he then turned his attention to the side of his house, jackhammering a big rectangular-ish hole in the exterior wall. Which he then filled in with a piece of wood (to brace the space) and glass block and a wooden shutter.
When the building department came by, they asked him to close it up. He said he would but never did and that was about 5 years ago now. They also told him to sort out the "roofdeck" and that is still there.
So now the BRA looked at his application and decided he was clearly the best candidate for the vacant lot. And yes, I applied also, just to see what would happen.
The BRA has put restrictions on the parcel. It has to remain an open greenspace. And if he wants to build anything on it he has to submit architect plans for approval, and he can't use it for parking - among other things.
If he doesn't comply with these restrictions he will forfeit the property. At least that is what the BRA claims.
I say that is bullsh*t.
He is planning on adding more windows, a deck with an overhang, and a six foot chain link fence.
If it were any number of my other neighbors, I would be more enthusiastic. But because it is this clown with a jackhammer doing the work himself, I am kind of bummed.
As for the permits and plans he needs, I doubt he will complete that part since he has a serious disdain for city authority unless it serves his needs. When they started the street sweeping program, he ran out to the city workers, screaming at them that they were Nazis and took photos of them as "evidence" of their Nazism. Did I mention he is from Germany himself?
He will wreck the parcel just like he has done to the exterior of his house and to the apartment he rented over the winter and like the house he bought in western Mass when he thought he was going to move away.
Way to go BRA!
Thursday, July 19, 2007
My Dream Traffic Nightmare
From the Odds & Ends wire:
CHEESE TRUCK FIRE MAKES FREEWAY FONDUE
Really?
If I was in that traffic jam, sorry, that traffic fondue, I would have thought I had died and gone to heaven.
Especially if the cheese truck had smashed into a toast point truck!
CHEESE TRUCK FIRE MAKES FREEWAY FONDUE
Really?
If I was in that traffic jam, sorry, that traffic fondue, I would have thought I had died and gone to heaven.
Especially if the cheese truck had smashed into a toast point truck!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
The Emperor is Not Wearing Clothes
For the most part I like the police. Most of them anyway.
I know that that there are a few rotten apples and of course like everyone else I hate seeing blue lights in my rear view. And I especially HATE getting pulled over for speeding, especially since I NEVER speed.
And yeah, I think some changes should be made within the BPD, but I also firmly believe in personal responsibility, community engagement and being a good neighbor - all these things help keep neighborhoods safe.
Which means that if you witness a crime, call the cops. If someone is screaming for help, call the cops. If you can drop a dime, drop it. Problems don't solve themselves - desire and effort and work do.
Not everyone agrees with this though.
Lots of folks believe that neighborhood safety falls squarely on the the shoulders of police and politicians and when crime happens it's because the BPD f*cked up. Often these are the same folks who won't cooperate with police, or be witnesses, or report crimes - who then say they are afraid because of all the "bad" cops.
After the year we've been having, there are those who really believe that it's the police department who is at fault that the crime is high and that some murders remain unsolved. And Commissioner Davis takes this sentiment personally.
So now the Commish want to calm the masses with a BPD shakeup - appointing a new head of homicide, among other things.
And everyone is apparently thrilled with this new arrangement. Even if they can't tell the wolf for the sheepskin he is sporting.
Those who are thrilled are overlooking the scary fact - that the person they just put in charge of the homicide unit is a publicity scrounger who vows to impress with numbers.
What? Now that can't be a good idea.
The only way that is going to happen is to have officers make lots of arrests quickly, preferably in time for the 11'o clock news. Or the morning edition.
And it's a big problem when he encourages his officers to arrest the most guilty looking person - oh wait, I mean the person who looks like the most probable cause of trouble, because the arrest-first-sort-thing-out-later method sometimes results in finding out your "perp" was really hanging out with a cop, at Boston cop no less. Read about that HERE.
Like I said, everyone is thrilled, except for dedicated "good" cops who believe in doing things the right way rather than the easy way and for the folks at the DA's office who know that prosecuting crime is not at all like you see on Law & Order - that prosecuting crime takes time and patience and sometimes disappointment.
But you know what, until a crime happens to you personally, you can't imagine what it would be like to be ground through the system just to then find out that the police made an arrest for show and that the real culprit was still out there, getting away with it.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Best Breakfast in Boston
Ok, well my friends are going to kill me, but eh whatever.
Since Mike's is now waaaaaayyyyyy over-rated and over-populated we went to Jaks on Northampton Street, down by Harrison Ave - right next to LiquorLand.
And you can park at LiquorLand, but you just need to get a sticker from Jaks.
Seriously - great breakfast and lots of food for cheap.
Check out their menu HERE
Since Mike's is now waaaaaayyyyyy over-rated and over-populated we went to Jaks on Northampton Street, down by Harrison Ave - right next to LiquorLand.
And you can park at LiquorLand, but you just need to get a sticker from Jaks.
Seriously - great breakfast and lots of food for cheap.
Check out their menu HERE
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
VROOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!
I went to see Transformers this weekend and LOVED it - well almost all of it.
All of it except about 10 minutes in the big fight scene that dragged the ending out like a drunken party guest at 3am.
However what I really wanted after I left the theater was one of these:
VRRRRROOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!
All of it except about 10 minutes in the big fight scene that dragged the ending out like a drunken party guest at 3am.
However what I really wanted after I left the theater was one of these:
VRRRRROOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!
Friday, July 06, 2007
How to Get a Free Punch in the Stomach
My Mom called me up today to pass on a story of something that happened to a co-worker today.
Seemingly this co-worker was taking the train today along with a woman with a dog who was carrying a large suitcase.
Who knew you could take a dog on the T, but whatever.
Anyway, Co-Worker watches as the Suitcase Lady is chatted up by a fellow male passenger. As they are getting off the train at Park Street, the FMP offers to help her with her suitcase. He inquires about the contents of this unwieldy case and she replies:
"Electronics"
To which he responds by punching her in the stomach, grabbing the case, and taking off.
Whoops!
But really the "whoops" is on him.
Turns out the Suitcase Lady was either a vet or going to the vet (I missed this part of the story) because the contents of the case had nothing to do with "electronics", but instead contained the remains of a deceased dog.
So how was YOUR commute?
Seemingly this co-worker was taking the train today along with a woman with a dog who was carrying a large suitcase.
Who knew you could take a dog on the T, but whatever.
Anyway, Co-Worker watches as the Suitcase Lady is chatted up by a fellow male passenger. As they are getting off the train at Park Street, the FMP offers to help her with her suitcase. He inquires about the contents of this unwieldy case and she replies:
"Electronics"
To which he responds by punching her in the stomach, grabbing the case, and taking off.
Whoops!
But really the "whoops" is on him.
Turns out the Suitcase Lady was either a vet or going to the vet (I missed this part of the story) because the contents of the case had nothing to do with "electronics", but instead contained the remains of a deceased dog.
So how was YOUR commute?
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Best Lunch on a Sh*t Hot Day
Evil Twin and I went to Farm Grill & Rotisserie today for lunch. It's this Greek place over in Snoootun, complete with pictures of Greece and white statuettes every where.
I got a Greek salad with gyro chicken - the sad remains of which are pictured below. It was sooo delicious that I almost bit off my own hand trying to get a picture.
And then I also got a dose of Galaktobouriko which comes out sounding a little bit like Galapagos Burrito. But it's kind of like a custardy baklava and is f*cking yummy! I had it once and have craved it ever since.
I think Greek food is the Next Big Thing.
And seeing as how I am the Food Psychic you can expect to see the Bohstin Globe feature all things Greek in the next month.
I got a Greek salad with gyro chicken - the sad remains of which are pictured below. It was sooo delicious that I almost bit off my own hand trying to get a picture.
And then I also got a dose of Galaktobouriko which comes out sounding a little bit like Galapagos Burrito. But it's kind of like a custardy baklava and is f*cking yummy! I had it once and have craved it ever since.
I think Greek food is the Next Big Thing.
And seeing as how I am the Food Psychic you can expect to see the Bohstin Globe feature all things Greek in the next month.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Mumbles vs Guns - Someone is Shooting from the Hip Again!
Oh for the LOVE of PETE! Mumbles Menino has declared a "war" on illegal guns.
That is fighting violence with violence basically.
Menino should not be allowed to talk in public, or to the public, or in general really. When he is in an agitated state he gets loud and incoherent and spittle-ly.
So while Menino was off on some junket in La-La-land a 7 year old shoots an 8 year old. And there is nothing the Mayah hates more than being out of town when the sh*t hits the fan.
Which means that Bostonians can expect some blustery knee jerk reaction. Which apparently is going to manifest itself as a "WAR" on illegal guns.
I hope it's all SWAT team, helicopters, searchlights, dogs, helmets, vests, battering rams, and oh yeah don't forget - big guns!
And now that it's about 42 millions degrees with 97% humidity I bet tempers start flaring raaaather quickly.
I am not sure what kind of relief there could be, but I doubt if being all finger pointy and puffed chesty is going to help at all.
That is fighting violence with violence basically.
Menino should not be allowed to talk in public, or to the public, or in general really. When he is in an agitated state he gets loud and incoherent and spittle-ly.
So while Menino was off on some junket in La-La-land a 7 year old shoots an 8 year old. And there is nothing the Mayah hates more than being out of town when the sh*t hits the fan.
Which means that Bostonians can expect some blustery knee jerk reaction. Which apparently is going to manifest itself as a "WAR" on illegal guns.
I hope it's all SWAT team, helicopters, searchlights, dogs, helmets, vests, battering rams, and oh yeah don't forget - big guns!
And now that it's about 42 millions degrees with 97% humidity I bet tempers start flaring raaaather quickly.
I am not sure what kind of relief there could be, but I doubt if being all finger pointy and puffed chesty is going to help at all.
Note to self - Don't eat the grout
I am trying to tackle a VERY ambitious mosaic grouting project and now I HATE grout.
It looks like Marshmallow Fluff, has about the same consistency, and I really want to put some on a Ritz cracker along with some peanut butter.
But that's because I am a little high from leaning over this dumb project inhaling the fumes.
Stupid stuff - you schmeer it on, push it in, let it set up and then wipe it off. Sounds SOOOO easy.
Hah!
If I was just trying to grout little square mosaic squares I think this would be a much easier process, but nooooooooo. I have to try my hand at a multi dimensional grouting project.
Gah. I need a nap.
It looks like Marshmallow Fluff, has about the same consistency, and I really want to put some on a Ritz cracker along with some peanut butter.
But that's because I am a little high from leaning over this dumb project inhaling the fumes.
Stupid stuff - you schmeer it on, push it in, let it set up and then wipe it off. Sounds SOOOO easy.
Hah!
If I was just trying to grout little square mosaic squares I think this would be a much easier process, but nooooooooo. I have to try my hand at a multi dimensional grouting project.
Gah. I need a nap.
Monday, June 25, 2007
The Most Expensive Pants EVAH!!!!!
I have sort of been following that story of the Washington DC guy who sued his dry cleaner for $54,000,000 for f*cking with his pants.
Roy Pearson took the adage about a customer being right to the extreme and tried to take the cleaners to the cleaners.
This case has completely fascinated me - how on earth could anyone justify $54 million dollar pants? I don't think that I have the nuts necessary to take that kind of claim to court, but that's just me.
Today however a judge threw the case out. About time anyway.
Now Pearson has to pay all the legal fees. Which means those pants are going to cost him several hundred thousand dollars. Way more that the $29 bucks he spent on them at TJ Maxx.
Maybe he should Ebay them - recoup some of that moolah.
Roy Pearson took the adage about a customer being right to the extreme and tried to take the cleaners to the cleaners.
This case has completely fascinated me - how on earth could anyone justify $54 million dollar pants? I don't think that I have the nuts necessary to take that kind of claim to court, but that's just me.
Today however a judge threw the case out. About time anyway.
Now Pearson has to pay all the legal fees. Which means those pants are going to cost him several hundred thousand dollars. Way more that the $29 bucks he spent on them at TJ Maxx.
Maybe he should Ebay them - recoup some of that moolah.
I think he meant "Bongo Hits 4 Jesus"
The Supreme Court today told this kid that he couldn't fly a banner at his school that read "Bong Hits 4 Jesus" because it promoted drug use. The kid just said it was a non-nonsensical saying.
Uh, are you kidding?
"Bong Hits 4 Jesus" means to smoke marijuana out of a bong in the name of Jesus. Duh.
But why bother smoking pot in the name of someone so unappreciative?
Why not "Bong Hits 4 Jerry Garcia"? Or "Bong Hits 4 Cheech"?
I mean really, "Bong Hits 4 Jesus" is like "Bong Hits 4 Rumsfield" - a buzz kill man.
Uh, are you kidding?
"Bong Hits 4 Jesus" means to smoke marijuana out of a bong in the name of Jesus. Duh.
But why bother smoking pot in the name of someone so unappreciative?
Why not "Bong Hits 4 Jerry Garcia"? Or "Bong Hits 4 Cheech"?
I mean really, "Bong Hits 4 Jesus" is like "Bong Hits 4 Rumsfield" - a buzz kill man.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Yeah, Dan Shaugnessy IS a bonehead.
Thanks to Universal Hub I was alerted to the fact that other people also think that Dan Shaughnessy is a bonehead.
Hey! What can I tell you, I don't really like the Bohstin Glowb. I can barely read the Food Section, never mind the Sports pages. So my knowledge of who is who and what they write and basically most stuff about the Red Sox is beyond me.
However I do think that Dan Shaugnessy is a bonehead because one time he stole my soda.
A friggin' 25 cent soda. What a chump.
Hey! What can I tell you, I don't really like the Bohstin Glowb. I can barely read the Food Section, never mind the Sports pages. So my knowledge of who is who and what they write and basically most stuff about the Red Sox is beyond me.
However I do think that Dan Shaugnessy is a bonehead because one time he stole my soda.
A friggin' 25 cent soda. What a chump.
SCHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOPPPPPPP
That is the sound of me getting sucked into a sand hole.
Yep, evidently they pose a greater danger than sharks. Read about it HERE.
Which is why I haven't posted diddleysquat in about 3 weeks.
I was busy digging my way back up from China.
Yep, evidently they pose a greater danger than sharks. Read about it HERE.
Which is why I haven't posted diddleysquat in about 3 weeks.
I was busy digging my way back up from China.
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