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Hey, where have you been?

Damn, it’s been a while since I have cracked open the computer to scribble down my thoughts and meanderings of life. Seems as good a time as any considering the elements outside have projectile vomited everything in Mother Nature’s stomach at us!

Let’s get real. It’s a weather disaster of a night here in the Northeast. Snow and icy wet conditions have made the evening commute a living Hell for many.  3 + hours trapped in cars crawling along at what is normally a 45 minute trek. Subways and mass transit facing sporadic massive delays. Accidents everywhere. Trees down. It’s really not a great night to go outside and do anything. I bet even Mayor Dumblasio is whining about not being able to go to his gym all the way in Brooklyn tomorrow because he actually has to run the city during a snowstorm. Hey, great job Mr Mayor at doing the crappiest job possible and being totally unprepared for this storm. Of course, he blames the weather forecast. Thumbs up! Continue reading Hey, where have you been?

Doggy Bags, Leftovers, Facehuggers. Oh My!

The fear of the unknown, or just the love of food?

We had just finished dinner the other night after work at one of our favorite pizza joints. It’s a local’s spot that serves up terrific oven baked pizzas, assorted pastas, and Italian plates. One of those spots where you can order up normal human sized plates, or dive head-in and be a total gluttonous man-beast  slob freak and order a “family style” portion. Of course, we went with the “food baby coma” size pasta dish along with a medium pizza.

Continue reading Doggy Bags, Leftovers, Facehuggers. Oh My!

You don’t mess with NYC during the morning rush. The MTA already angers us enough.

 

Has anyone noticed the world is going a bit nutty lately?

I mean, really, some idiot tried to detonate a makeshift pipe bomb strapped to his chest in the NYC subway? Then, pretty much almost blew himself up because this self-proclaimed terrorist lunatic did not know what he was doing? He picked out a busy tunnel walkway because it had Christmas advertising, which he hated, and it was the morning rush hour. Forget the pipe bomb almost killing him. He is lucky that angry New Yorkers on their way to work did not tear him apart! You don’t mess with us during our morning commute, as most are in an angry mood already dealing with getting to work, and on a mission to get from Point A to Point B.  Get outta my way!

Especially if we didn’t have our morning “Cup O’Joe” yet! Continue reading You don’t mess with NYC during the morning rush. The MTA already angers us enough.

Bozo the MTA, and the Normal Monday Gut Punch.

Just like death, taxes, and the Jets always losing there is one constant in life for New Yorkers. That, my friends, is the NYC MTA subway system breaking down on a Monday morning!

It never fails. No matter what the weather conditions are, or the time of year, you can almost schedule it like clockwork that on Monday mornings during rush hour you will be greeted by delays. It’s always the same jumble of convoluted double-speak that you can barely decipher being announced on the barely comprehensible public address system. I think this is done on purpose.

As I descended to the subway platform this rainy morning it was nothing but mixed mumbo-jumbo at 8am. The last thing anyone wants to hear to start off the week. As if Monday’s don’t suck enough after a nice weekend that always ends too soon. Continue reading Bozo the MTA, and the Normal Monday Gut Punch.