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LAST GASP: Stone Cold
While well outside the confines of north Brooklyn, I could not resist passing this delightful item along. This rather intoxicated snowman hails from Prospect Park and comes courtesy of Camp Childers.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Foster Home Needed STAT
Filed under: 11101, 11206, 11211, 11222, 11237, Brooklyn, Bushwick, Bushwick Brooklyn, Crazy Cat Lady, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Long Island City, New York City, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Siobhan writes:
I am having to relocate to the UK and due to their quarantine laws Dee Dee can’t travel for approx 6 months (until 21st July) so i am looking for someone to look after him until I can come back to pick him up then. He is approx 7 months old and completely healthy. He does need one trip to the vet (the one he goes to is in Brooklyn) to get neutered and have his second FCVRP vaccination sometime around the 11th-18th February. He’s a really affectionate and easy-going cat although still in his kitten stage (so a little excitable). I would obviously pay for all vet’s bills, food etc. The problem is that I’m leaving on Friday so I am looking for someone to take him in either on Thursday or Friday morning. Let me know if you know anyone or would be interested. It breaks my heart to leave him and I would like to leave him in good hands. 
Perhaps yours? Ever wondered if you have the stuff to be a crazy cat person? Here’s your chance to find out! The details about Siobhan’s situation are scant but there’s one inalienable truth: this little guy is damned cute and deserves a good home before he goes “across the pond”.
Anyone interested in giving Dee Dee (named after, I would presume, yours trulys least favorite Ramone) a temporary home should contact Siobhan ASAP at:
sioshields (at) aol (dot) com
Thanks!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Starter: The Glorious G
Filed under: 11101, 11211, 11222, Brooklyn, Crosstown Local, Culture War, Long Island City, Queens, Street Art
A cleric contemplates the G in despair. I shot this in Long Island City, Queens. Jackson Avenue to be precise. I walked there. Care to guess how I got home?
Miss Heather
Audience Participation Time: Lipstick on a Pig
I concluded the yesterday’s postage with a rather lengthy screed about derelict construction sites in Williamsburg and our city’s inability and/or unwillingness to police them. As you can probably deduce from said post, I have been stewing over this phenomenon for some time. I will not lie to you: it felt good to finally “get it out”. What’s more, I really enjoyed one of the comments left on the aforementioned post.
Xris of Flatbush Gardener writes:
It’s not a sidewalk, it’s a promenade.
It’s not graffito, it’s a fresco.
It’s not a vacant lot, it’s an atrium.
It’s not an abandoned foundation, it’s a sunken garden.The real estate moguls just need to turn that thing around and put lipstick on that pig!
I have given Xris’s proposition considerable thought and have decided that we, the residents of north Brooklyn, should lend a hand in this sterling endeavor. Which brings me to this.
I found this “enhanced beverage” at North 12 Street between Bedford and Driggs Avenue yesterday afternoon. I find many such specimens in north Brooklyn— usually at failed construction sites. They are known in some circles as “trucker bombs”. Per the Urban Dictionary:
A plastic container (could be a milk jug or a water bottle) that a trucker pisses in while he is driving his truck. Then he throws it out of the window so that he does not have to stop to relieve the call of nature. Can also be a plastic bag and feces may be involved. “Don’t get hit with that trucker-bomb”
This terminology may suit middle-America but it simply too pedestrian for the upscale haven that is Williamsburg (which, it should be noted, has reduced truck traffic). A neighborhood where a one bedroom apartment can run you anywhere from $2,000 a month and up deserves better. So far the best re-branding I have come up with for this human by-product is “McCarren Kombucha”. Certainly a better name can be found. This is where you come in: can you think of a snappy new name for this urban artifact? If so, please leave it in the comments.
Thanks!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Oreo’s Law
I am certain many of you know the sad story of Oreo. Earlier this year she was thrown off a six story building. She survived despite having all of her legs shattered. However, she proved to be “too aggressive” and the ASPCA euthanized her.
Although Oreo’s may be gone, her death is still the matter of much debate. The people at Empty Cages Collective have brought it to my attention that a number of respected animal welfare groups did, in fact, step forward to take Oreo. Nonetheless she was still put to sleep. Which brings me to the purpose of this post: Oreo’s Law. Here’s the 411 per Empty Cage‘s web site:
In June 2009, a one year old dog named Oreo was thrown from the sixth floor of a Brooklyn rooftop. The perpetrator was arrested and Oreo – with broken bones and fractured ribs – was “rescued†and taken to the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA). The ASPCA started treating her broken body and she began to recover. She was quickly deemed the “miracle dog,†and a happy ending seemed possible. As Nathan Winograd, animal sheltering expert and advocate points out: the miracle was short-lived.
According to the ASPCA, Oreo – a dog traumatized and abused by humans – was showing some aggression towards the same species that had thrown her off of a roof and nearly killed her. While Oreo’s body had healed, she was still (unsurprisingly) distrustful and stressed by some people. Ed Sayres, President of the ASPCA made the decision to kill her due to this alleged behavior. Before she was killed, Pets Alive, a no-kill animal shelter located in the foothills of the Catskill Mountains, contacted the ASPCA to ask for custody of Oreo. Pets Alive is a reputable, approved animal rescue organization with experience in handling dogs deemed aggressive. Pets Alive contacted the ASPCA repeatedly requesting custody of Oreo. The ASPCA refused. The ASPCA then killed Oreo.
Oreo, abused and possibly beaten before entering the ASPCA, thrown from a roof and injured, was “rescued†only to be killed far before her time, without being given a chance at rehabilitation – even when a responsible organization was willing to work with her and foot the bill.
This has led Assembly Member Micah Z. Kellner and Senator Thomas K. Duane to introduce “Oreo’s Lawâ€. “Oreo’s Law†will grant legitimate animal protection and welfare organizations the right to request healthy and treatable animals be given to their care when a shelter is planning on killing them. A similar law already exists in California, and has saved countless animals from unnecessary and untimely death at the hands of animal control and sheltering establishments.
If you are interested in making Oreo’s Law happen, please take the time to write a letter to your State Representative and Senator. Those of you who need assistance finding out who the elected officials are for your district can get help by point and clicking here.
Thanks!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Take The Bodega Challenge!
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, New York City, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
This item comes courtesy of L Magazine’s publicist: a gentleman named Dan. He writes:
Us here at Electric Orange are fellow Greenpointers, and check out NY Shitty on daily basis. We do a lot of stuff online with development, promotions and such, but our favorite work tends to be around the neighborhood. One of our local clients (The L Magazine) has a pretty rad promotion going on right now that I wanted to tell you about. It centers around the local bodega, and they are going to be crowning the best reader submitted NYC bodega come December. The person who submits the winning entry will get their favorite beer hand-delivered to them by The L, from their bodega, for a week.
We have so many great bodegas in Greenpoint, so I wanted to pass this along to you and your readers.
Indeed. What’s more, 42 bottles of beer is pretty darned sweet way to kick of the holiday season! You can learn more about this contest by pointing and clicking your way to L Magazine’s web site. NOTE: the deadline for submissions is December 17th.
Miss Heather
Happy Birthday FUCKED IN PARK SLOPE!
One year ago you were a newbie; now you’re a titan of the Brooklyn blogosphere. Mazel tov! Your take on the neighborhood I care not to sully with my presence is a breath of fresh (and cynical) air. I look forward to hearing more from (and about you) in the future! Now that the Crosstown Local blights your ‘hood maybe you’ll come up and see me some time?
Miss Heather
P.S.: The Mister (a faithful reader of FIPS) has developed a fixation on “Prospect Park West” ever since Smartmom railed (incoherently) against it. Any chance you could help me get an autographed copy of this book? I’d like to give it to him for Christmas.
New York Shitty Day Ender: Pulaski Bridge
Filed under: 11101, 11222, Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Long Island City, Newtown Creek
Taken November 17, 2009.
Miss Heather
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