Meet Marco

My buddy over at Bad Advice tipped me off to this very cute little guy in search of new digs. She writes:

My friend Jannese noticed a commotion a couple doors down from her home in downtown Brooklyn. She watched as the cops dragged a guy, covered in shit (no joke) out of his apartment. The cops were saying they didn’t know what to do with his dog, so Jannese rescued it. The apartment was as shitty as the guy was. (We’re talking genuine fecal matter.) She already has two dogs and can’t keep this one, so if you know anyone who might be interested, please pass this along.

You can read more about Marco’s story here. Be advised it is pretty disgusting. Anyone interested in giving this distinguished older gentleman a home should contact Jannese at chiwas_rule (at) yahoo (dot) com.

Miss Heather

My Day Trip To Lower Manhattan

Yesterday I spent the afternoon in lower Manhattan. The purpose of said trip was to attend Forgotten New York’s tour of old lamp posts. While interesting I realize that the manifold variety of old lamp posts to be found in Gotham are probably not your cup of tea. So here are a few photographs I took during our trek.

Someone on Beaver Street lost his Winnie the Pooh pillow case.

Speaking of Beaver, I finally beheld the William Beaver House in person.

Aside from having a rather mischievous looking beaver for a mascot it is sheathed in a bizarre arrangement of black brick and yellow tiles and touts a “five star view”.

Sadly the same cannot be said of its neighbor.

Darth Vader slept here.

This is just plain wrong.

This hails from the bridge over the Battery Tunnel.

And last but hardly least, what would a journey through one of the biggest tourist traps in Manhattan be without a nod to the visitors to our fair city? The Mister hates them. I, on the other hand, do not really mind. I like to photograph them.

Especially when they do goofy stuff like this.

Miss Heather

Caption This Photo

As I have intimated, Mister Heather had this week off from work. When not doing such exciting stuff as attending Community Board meetings or walking around Queens, we have spent our time hanging around the apartment. Two people and four cats in (maybe) 425 square feet of space can present certain challenges. And I like to exacerbate them by finding ways to get on the Mister’s nerves.

Miss Heather: You are a real treasure.
Mr. Heather: You should be happy to have me, for all the free I.T. support I give you.
Miss Heather (waving a copy of Foot Fraternity magazine): No, that’ s not it. After trying to find ways to eliminate the smell of your dirty socks I had an epiphany. People will pay cold hard cash to smell them! Think of the money we could make!!!
Mr. Heather: Thanks for making fun of me.
Miss Heather: I’m serious.

Well, long story made sort the Mister wasn’t having it. This is a shame as I thought it was a sterling idea. In any case, I found the following image in the above-mentioned magazine and thought it too good not to pass along.

Miss Heather: HAHAHAHAHA!
Mr. Heather: What’s so funny?
Miss Heather: Check this out.
Mr. Heather: That guy reminds me of Alistair Cooke.
Miss Heather: Yeah. The feature he is introducing is They Died With Their Boots On followed by a naughty little flick called They Died With Their Boots OFF— or would that be My Left Foot? Or The Man With the One Red Shoe?!? Oh wait, I’ve got it: FOOTLOOSE!
Mr. Heather: Pardon me, would you happen to have any Grey Poupon… for my bunions?

In all seriousness, this photograph is crying out to be captioned. Anyone out there up to the challenge?

Miss Heather