Superficial, on the Olson twins:

"Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen showed up to Paris Fashion Week a couple weeks ago looking like the Children of the Corn. Are they even trying to look like people anymore? I know Parisians take their fashion seriously, so I'm a little surprised nobody took them out back and beat them to death with croissants."

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Wooo...weather is warm enough to be biking again!

- Driving 80 miles an hour in the fog... I can't see EXACTLY where I'm going, but that's not going to slow me down.

- Life as a DANCE rather than a race or something similarly linear and competitive.

A while back, I posted a blurry picture of a older guy with a huge safety pin sticking out of his collar, and tried to come up with some kind of explanation for it.  I think it was one of my funniest posts ever, but maybe my humor isn't for everyone.

Well, it turns out that safety pins in clothing are now the hottest thing.

Who knew one old dude on a train could touch off a fashion phenomena?

Let's see.... there's a conga line of men who claim to have fathered Anna Nicole Smith's child.

Norbit grossed nearly three times as much as Hannibal Rising.

The Mets signed Chan Ho Park.

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and recently, Flickr and Friendster told me that my ex has a new boyfriend.

Well, at least my dodgeball teams are good...  Between my two teams, we're 31-8-1 and both are in first place. 

Waiting to pick up Shaival for our 3PM meeting... This one is in the Potrero Center. mmm...pb moo'd... I'm STARVING.

We're posting a job here that includes the following line:

"An MBA is not only not required, it is frowned upon."

Last Saturday, I saw a pillow fight.   

It wasn't just any pillow fight.  It was a kick-ass, no holds (as long as there's a pillow in between) barred action packed official Pillow Fight League pillow fight.

Here are more clips of the action.  (PS.. Let me know if they're choppy for you... I was having a little problem with them at home...and what system/browser you're on.)

I took some photos as well.  My friend Allison took part in an amatuer match and won, but she was a bit worse for wear afterwards.

The whole thing was quite a lot of fun.  The girls were tough, but they were also creative, as they each had a persona invented for the fighting.   I think Allison and I agreed that Boozy Suzey was our favorite, mostly because she would cover someone's head with a pillow and just punch away.  I mean, seriously, if you can't be entertained by a bunch of girls fighting, go back to watching American Idol or that stupid Howie Mandel and his magic suitcases show.  This was real entertainment.   

I can't wait until these girls come back to New York!!

"Maybe you like the beach, maybe you don't.  Maybe you're favorite color is blue and mine is black.  Who cares.  It's really all about approach. Love is about adjectives and adverbs, not nouns and not even verbs. Blue, black, red, green, quiet, loud, jazz, fishing, scuba... it all doesn't matter.  In fact, sometimes, its better if it's different, just to make things interesting and expose the other person to new things. Run, bike, scuba, travel...  all these things can change, too.  Don't like me because I play sports, b/c if I get MS, will you no longer love me?  But happy and happily, and lovingly and openminded and sweet, thoughtful, sexual, sarcastic and selflessly...  these things are you... they're forever and they effect every moment of your life.  I want to marry an adjective and an adverb."

Just a few random things.

This guy killed two cops and was put in a leadership position in a gang, "because he put enough work in."  Now they're deciding whether or not to give him the needle.  Let's hope he doesn't get the opportunity for overtime.

Note to self.  Switch this guy's pack with a pack full of pots and pans Bugs Bunny style.  Idiot.

This man kills puppies.  Note to self: Organize pitbull and rotweiler puppy Meetup at his apartment.

Sort of reminds me of the line in U-turn...

""Forty thousand people die every day. Why can't you be one of them?"

Bizzare sign

  So I turn on the history channel the other day and Robocop is talking about the Roman Empire.

So bizzare. 

It turns out that, according to the Daily News, " Weller, 58, who holds a master's degree in Roman and Renaissance art and is working toward a Ph.D., has become one of Syracuse University's most popular professors."

You know what he says at the end of each class?

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Josh sent me an e-mail today...   

Check this girl out - she's perfect for you...

http://www.yourperfectgirl.com/default.html?playlist=161_161_93_51_15_343

Ladies and gentlemen, the search is over.

I knew in all those RSS subs, there had to be someone like this...    :)

Make your own at www.yourperfectgirl.com.

Did you know there was a Guinness record for riding the whole NYC subway system... stopping at all 468 stations?   Well, 6 guys from Regis High School in New York City did, and they smashed that record by an hour and a half, doing it in just under 25 hours. 

I told my friend about it and she said, "That's such a Regis guy thing to do."  If you know any of us, you'd have to agree.  :)

Nice work Bill Amarosa, Brooklyn's own Brian Brockmeyer, Stefan Karpinski, Andrew Wier, Jason Laska and Michael Boyle!

One thing I haven't meantioned a lot is that I like to play pool.  I tend to play at Amsterdamn on the Upper West Side or Slate on 21st.  I'm a bit streaky, but I can hold my own.  Perhaps nextNY should do a pool tourney sometime.. 

I found this on College Humor:

I have a closet with three Container Store shelves, each with two large folded piles on it.  The piles are:

• Nice t-shirts
• Grey and black t-shirts that used to be nice, but are maybe a little faded, so they're good for wearing underneath button down shirts
• Decent gym t-shirts
• Not so nice gym t-shirts and things with sleeves cut off
• Gym shorts and pants
• Random shirts with specific usage, like ZogSports t-shirts, softball jerseys, etc.

I have no sweaters.  I always lock the bathroom door, even when I'm in the apartment alone.  I bounce my right leg up and down when I'm sitting without even noticing it.  I hate soccer.  I fall asleep before my head hits the pillow and would easily sleep uninterrupted for 12 hours every night if it wasn't for my alarm clock.  I do not trust the snooze button...  I reset the alarm even just five minutes from now just to be on the safe side.  I have a fear of heights.  I'm eating craisins right now.  I once broke down in a U-Haul truck in Mechanicsville, PA.  Ironically, there was no one around to help us until the next day.  I nearly pass out over needles.  I have a discoloration on my right hand where I tore off a big chunk of skin playing street football when I was 15.  I broke the toilet in my old apartment by standing on the tank to weatherproof the windows.  The whole tank tore from the floor and toppled over.  I managed to get it back, but it was sitting precariously for a month before I left.  Seattle is the next major US city I would like to visit that I haven't been to. 

When I yawn, my eyes tear uncontrollably.  That's my que to go to bed.

If no one ever tells you about something, you're likely not going to find out about it until after you probably should know better.  It happens.  You'll get what I mean when you read this...   Please feel free to add your own!

1. When I used to hear marathon times when I was younger, I'd always thing, "Wow...  4 hours.. that's way longer than I could ever run."  But, I knew that logic dictated that if you ran faster, it would take less time.  Time being the bottleneck there, I imagined that if you just ran the marathon really really fast... like as fast as you could, it would be a lot easier to finish, because it would take so much less time.  Why was everyone just jogging?  How come no one has ever tried this??
2. One time my mom noticed my hands at dinner when I was like eight.  She said, "Wow, you have really slender fingers!  You should be a pianist!"   If you say pianist too quickly to an eight year old boy who had never heard the word, they think it has something to do with their little boy parts.   I was so embarrassed...   What could my mom be thinking of at the dinner table that slender fingers could be an advantage for?   "A what!?!"   Oh...  pi-an-ist.
3. There are no male cows.   There are no female bulls.  I thought that cows and bulls were seperate animals until my senior year of high schoool.  Male and female cows.  Male and female bulls.  Makes perfect sense to a city kid.
4. My first grade teacher, Sister Ann, told us that you couldn't digest gum and fingernails, so you shouldn't swallow either.  Wow... couldn't digest it at all?  Jeez.  I imagined that if you didn't know better, eventually, they'd have to surgically remove this big gum and fingernail ball from your stomach, and that the gum and fingernail ball was the most disgusting object I could ever conceive of.
5. When I was like 10 or 11 and dating and liking girls started to become a topic of conversation, I was really confused about something.  In Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, people used to call making out "going with."   No, not like the 50's version of dating or seeing each other as in "they're going with each other"...  I mean, literally the act of making out was "going with".   A boy and a girl would take a walk around the block and we'd be all dying to know if they "went with each other."   The problem was that I didn't really know what exactly we were referring to.  I mean, I knew about a kiss and I had some loose conception of what sex was... but anything that fell anywhere in between... no clue.   Where the hell were all these people going?  Where they having sex?  The funniest thing was that, in the seventh grade, the first time I ever really went with someone (which turned out to just be some open mouth and a bit of tongue) I told my friend about it and he goes, "And you guys were naked!?"    Apparently I wasn't the only one that didn't know what the deal was either.

If no one ever tells you about something, you're likely not going to find out about it until after you probably should know better.  It happens.  You'll get what I mean when you read this...   Please feel free to add your own!

1. When I used to hear marathon times when I was younger, I'd always thing, "Wow...  4 hours.. that's way longer than I could ever run."  But, I knew that logic dictated that if you ran faster, it would take less time.  Time being the bottleneck there, I imagined that if you just ran the marathon really really fast... like as fast as you could, it would be a lot easier to finish, because it would take so much less time.  Why was everyone just jogging?  How come no one has ever tried this??
2. One time my mom noticed my hands at dinner when I was like eight.  She said, "Wow, you have really slender fingers!  You should be a pianist!"   If you say pianist too quickly to an eight year old boy who had never heard the word, they think it has something to do with their little boy parts.   I was so embarrassed...   What could my mom be thinking of at the dinner table that slender fingers could be an advantage for?   "A what!?!"   Oh...  pi-an-ist.
3. There are no male cows.   There are no female bulls.  I thought that cows and bulls were seperate animals until my senior year of high schoool.  Male and female cows.  Male and female bulls.  Makes perfect sense to a city kid.
4. My first grade teacher, Sister Ann, told us that you couldn't digest gum and fingernails, so you shouldn't swallow either.  Wow... couldn't digest it at all?  Jeez.  I imagined that if you didn't know better, eventually, they'd have to surgically remove this big gum and fingernail ball from your stomach, and that the gum and fingernail ball was the most disgusting object I could ever conceive of.
5. When I was like 10 or 11 and dating and liking girls started to become a topic of conversation, I was really confused about something.  In Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, people used to call making out "going with."   No, not like the 50's version of dating or seeing each other as in "they're going with each other"...  I mean, literally the act of making out was "going with".   A boy and a girl would take a walk around the block and we'd be all dying to know if they "went with each other."   The problem was that I didn't really know what exactly we were referring to.  I mean, I knew about a kiss and I had some loose conception of what sex was... but anything that fell anywhere in between... no clue.   Where the hell were all these people going?  Where they having sex?  The funniest thing was that, in the seventh grade, the first time I ever really went with someone (which turned out to just be some open mouth and a bit of tongue) I told my friend about it and he goes, "And you guys were naked!?"    Apparently I wasn't the only one that didn't know what the deal was either.

"I feel like I... have nothing to conclude, despite having tons to say..." - K.S.