Ninja, Please!
I can't get enough of that damn ninja site (updated URL).
Facts:
1. Ninjas are mammals.
2. Ninjas fight ALL the time.
3. The purpose of the ninja is to flip out and kill people.
Rachel pointed out that all the ads were ninja related, too. Nice! Be sure to check out his response to people who send him hate mail (why would you do that anyway?)
"You idiots believe that ninjas had some "code of honor"... Yeah right! You shouldn't believe everything you read. If by "code of honor", you mean "code to flip out and go nuts for absolutely no reason at all even if it means that people might think you are totally insane or sweet", then you are right. "
oh, sweet ninjas
walking
Monday I go to run some errands and get everything done by 11:00 or so, and find myself at Astor Place on a lovely almost sixty degrees morning (nice and warm for you celsius people). I look north and see the MUD TRUCK parked and rejoice. Months and months ago I mentioned my love for the Mud Truck and now that I am unemployed I can drink their lovely coffee on a more regular basis.
I get my coffee (w/ vanilla syrup stuff in it) and walk down St. Marks to the park to watch the dogs. Oh, there were a bunch of dogs there today, including a pug with a sweater who was chasing all the big dogs around (the sweater probably scared them). My favorite was this old man sitting on the other side of the dog run with his dog - they were just sitting on the bench quietly and the dog didn't seem to want to run around at all. It was... something. I wanted to say 'cute', but that is not the right word. It would have been a great photo for a dog food commercial maybe.
I then walked down Avenue B to Houston, and then down Clinton to Delancy. Clinton is my new favorite street. Lots of dumb shops that sell wholesale crap and a 'cool' bar every now and then. Something about it made me think living there would be fun. I could be wrong.
Then I got on a train that I thought was going to Brooklyn, but it wasn't and I ended up way down on Wall St south of the WTC. I realized that the Wall St area might as well be in a different country because I can barely find my way down there.
The whole point was that I was in a really good mood the whole time, even though I have no job leads or anything. I was walking around with a goofy smile on my face like some sort of tard. I think I may be suffering from post-laying-off happy syndrome.
slacking
The funny thing is that our friend Eric, who was unemployed before me, got a job right as I lost mine, so he isn't around for play time. Damn you eric!
Next to housework and resume sending, I need to brush up on the ol' playstation, which I think I am neglecting. I am stuck at level three or something on Need for Speed and should be practicing my driving skills so I can win that damn game one day.
I think the cat is worried because I am home all the time.
BTW, today is day 7 of no-work-for-bongo.
It's a puma
A week ago there was a poll question about wiener dogs and pumas. The story is that our friend Robin shows up at dinner one night with this sweater with a wiener dog on it. That in itself is pretty funny. I say, "nice wiener dog". And she is confused and says, "no, this is a puma".
And we are all like, "no, that is so a wiener dog"
And she is like, "no, it's so a puma"
And this goes on and on, until we all realize that -duh- it is SO a wiener dog, and we all share a laugh partly because she bought it and wasn't paying attention and thought it was a puma (and also that the word 'puma' is fun to say).
Ok, the whole point is that we want to write a tv show about Robin as a private eye who wears the sweater, and I will play her *developmentally disabled* sidekick who's catchphrase will be, "nooo, it's a puma!" when someone says anything about the wiener dog.
(IF I EVER MOCK YOUR VALUE SYSTEM, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!)
