Allo. Voulez-vous mourir ce soir? Non? DOMMAGE!!! It’s Friday Saturday, May 9, Two Thousand and Fifteen. The weather in Brooklyn is 58˚ & blegh and somewhere, somebody is borrowing a DVD from a… Continue reading
Good Evening. Have I ever said that to you before? It’s Friday, March 27, Two Thousand and Fifteen. The weather in Brooklyn is 43˚ & overcast and somewhere, somebody is returning some videotapes.… Continue reading
I hope you understand that I’m going to be spewing out Yankees Hate® all summer long and it’s a fact that you should probably get used to. It’s all I know how to… Continue reading
Good Moleman to you. It’s Saturday, March 21, Nineteen Eighty Seven. The weather in Brooklyn is 48˚ & raining and somewhere, some weird kid is getting all borned and stuff. He’s going to… Continue reading
Good morning, sunshine. Can you move to the left a little bit? You’re reflecting off my keyboard and I’m visually impaired by it. Thanks a lot. Yeah, that’s better. No, it’s just fine.… Continue reading
Good Late Morning Or Early Afternoon Or Straight Up Midday. It’s Friday, March 6, Two Thousand and Fourteen. The weather in Brooklyn is 26˚ & sunny and somewhere, somebody is pondering what on… Continue reading
Even though every diamond in greater Kings County is covered in ice [with exception to the one next to the sewage facility and strangely, one next to a Connecticut Muffin], it’s somehow Spring… Continue reading
Good evener, Tom Seaver. That’s the name of my new sitcom. It’s about time travel. It’s Friday, February 27, Two Thousand and Fifteen. The weather in Brooklyn is 32˚ & sunny and somewhere,… Continue reading
New York Fuggin Citay. The Windy Apple. The City That Never Keeps [you waiting]. The Big Thin Crust. You’d have to be catatonic [or from California [or catatonic in California]] to not think… Continue reading
