Arctic Chill? Global Warming?
To anyone traveling to Manhattan from Queens via the N Train, this post is for you. When facing the front of the train, look out the window on your right just before you round the corner approaching the Queensboro Plaza stop. If you do, you will see in a virtually empty lot of grey gravel, a penguin. Yes, a penguin. It’s about four feet high and I suspect it is made of wood. If anyone else has seen this anomaly, please let me know. Otherwise, I fear I may be hallucinating.
Gawd, I’m going to stab my ears with a Q-tip!
Marc called during one of those ridiculously loud personal phone conversations I’m forced to suffer through.
Me: You hear her?
Me: Isn’t that ridiculous?
Marc: Yeah. Okay I’m gonna go.
Me: No. Let’s listen to her conversation.
Marc: I don’t want to.
Me: Neither do I.
Marc: You’re getting paid!
I am reading an inordinate amount of blogs these days. It is so easy to get sucked into the vortex of someone else’s life. My favorites will be listed under “Links” found on the left side of this page. The latest addiction…uh, I mean addition…is “A Girl Named Bob”. It seems everyone and their brother links to her page, so why shouldn’t I? The fact is, she’s a great read. The best part is she lives in my neighborhood (Astoria), so many of her exploits involve locales within a short walk from my apartment.