It was 7 pm on a Wednesday and this guy was THAT wasted. Check out the vomit drool coming out of his mouth.

The second subway shooting this month.
I really don’t think about that kind of thing too much as I’m riding around, but I do always wonder what the conductors mean when they say that a “police investigation” is holding the train in the station or rerouting us. That, or “sick passenger” — come on, MTA. You can’t think we buy that explanation. Just tell us what’s going on. Because I’m in the rear of the train just assuming it’s a jumper anyway.
A friend of mine was on the 9 when it ran over someone, back in the day, and apparently they only admitted what actually happened when they had to evacuate the train and walk everyone back to the previous station. Has this happened to anyone else?

Hey, he’s from LI, right? I know, I know… not NYC. But STFU before I do the same to you!
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Ganked from NYMetro.com: Target’s “Deliver the Shiver” operation is coming to Herald Square on Thursday. And I thought I got such a good deal at Sears, too.

nyc metroblogging… don’t know whether i will be able to drop my socialsoftware fascination with posting all things involving online/into/f2f networking among social beings… maybe i’ll wean myself off slowly…
over on newyork.craigslist.org–there’s a SPEED DATING post that says 8 dates in one night, 8 sexy women, 8 sexy men and Seats are going fast… has anyone done this speed dating thing? it’s not really ‘dating’ from where i sit… more like teeny, tiny interviews to see if there’s any chemistry between you and, in this instance, 7 others…
4ALL2DATE announces their launch on craigslist nyc and sez everyone’s invited… on their opening page they have this ‘random match’ thing that is… well, strange…
and then networkinggirl tells us that there will be a Lock & Key Party- Ages 28-45 - Wed., June 30th at Metro 53 and that the last party sold out fast and that you don’t want to delay in registering so read her ad and register now if you’re so inclined, or reclined… and of course you can decline…

Dig the piPod: http://www.sliceny.com/archives/000379.php

On a related note, my favorite pie comes from Papa’s Pizza in Bay Ridge Brooklyn. Super thin sicilian crust, handmade mozzeralla, crushed and seasoned plum tomatos, green pesto sauce with extra garlic, olive oil & grated parmesan. Well done.

I spent a little time in the 14th street Virgin Mega yesterday. Great selection of books and DVDs. But no SEARCH functionality! :-)
Someone needs to install a few kiosks that mimic Amazon. The sales help there are always cool and seem to know what’s up, but I should still be able to search the store from a central location. I know that this flies in the face of all the research that is helping coerce “impulse buys” and all that crap, but still.
Regarding coercion, have you read this?
The new Gypsy Kings release “Roots” is wonderful.

I know this is a NYC “street level” blog, but this doesn’t have anything to do with NYC, really.
So, ummm… maybe I can say it in a New York sort of way.
Here, lemme try…
Steve Ray fucking Vaughn was the best goddamned mutherfucking guitar player ever to have picked up the fucking instrument, you fuck. Don’t agree? Go gobble a knob, buttguzzler.
Is cursing allowed here?

[straping on helmet]
It’s bad enough that I can’t leave/enter a building without holding my breath. It’s bad enough that I can’t sit at an out-of-doors cafe without breathing your foulness. I was cool with smoking in bars, sin city and all that. But WHY must you toss your shit on the floor everywhere you go?
Hey hipster: you don’t look cool, you don’t sound cool and most of all, you’re advertising that you’re a moron.
Is that cool? Is asshole the new black?
Hey ADMIN! Turn anon comments on. I need to hear from the trash.
Thanks!

I used to do my own laundry. All except the monkey outfits for the day job. I even cleaned the latex chaps for the night job by han.. whoops, wrong blog. Anyway…
Now I just drop off my semi-monthly 50 or so pounds the next block over. Next day, poof… washed and folded and fit into my bright red bag like meat in chorizo. So, why is it that ALL the women I know REFUSE to drop off the laundy? OK, maybe the unmentionables can still be done personally, but socks and towels? What’s the problem? Wrong fabric softener? Separation anxiety? Control issues (imagine?)
Not that I’ve ever been blown off by a “not tonight you sexy fuck, I have laundry to do…”
Well, maybe once.