Greenpoint Halloween Watch: It Has Begun!
October has found its way to the Garden Spot. Since the weather was absolutely stunning I decided to table the blog and go for a walk. On a lark I decided to swing by my favorite house on Humboldt Street to see if they have commenced work on this year’s Halloween extravaganza. For those of you who are not in the know this is yours truly’s favorite holiday of the year.
They have! What’s more, I wasn’t the only person to notice that something very exciting is going on at 648 Humboldt Street.
Female passerby: Wow, this wasn’t here yesterday.
Me: Yup, and they’re just getting started.
F.P.: Yesterday I saw an inflatable ghost and I said to him (pointing to male companion) “Wow, a Halloween yard”! He said, “That isn’t a Halloween yard. I’ll show you a Halloween yard!”
Me: These people go all out. Wait until they bring out the guy who vomits up blood. He’s my favorite.
F.P.: Do they do this kind of thing for Christmas?
Me: Yeah, but…
F.P.: It is not as good?
Me: It’s good alright. They make it look like a ginger bread house and have a full-sized Santa and Mrs. Claus. It’s cute. But I don’t like cute. It like (pointing to ghouls on the second floor) this.
To refresh your memory dear, readers, as to the glory of that is 648 Humboldt Street on All Hallow’s Eve I have resurrected a slide show of last year’s masterpiece. Enjoy!
I have much more Halloween goodness from the Garden Spot to share— so stay tuned!
Miss Heather
Atlantic Antic Photo Du Jour: Love Will Tear Us Apart
Filed under: Brooklyn
Because nothing screams I am a narcissistic parent like dressing your toddler up as a goth. In front of the Brooklyn Detention Complex, no less.
Keep your mistakes to yourselves, “hip” parents. Laugh about it with your brood over photo albums in 2020. Do not inflict them on your children now. Otherwise they will grow up to be Republicans (or worse yet: Bloomberg supporters).
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Starter: MAMMA MIA!
Filed under: 11222, Bloomblight, Crosstown Local, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Taken on October 4, 2009Â at 10:30 a.m. at the Greenpoint Avenue stop of the Crosstown Local.
Miss Heather
Crosstown Local Photo Du Jour: Fulton Street
Filed under: 11222, Asshole, Bloomblight, Brooklyn, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, New York City
This post goes out to the campaign worker who hit my buzzer at 7:00 p.m. this evening and asked me (by my legal name— which indicates she culled it from the voter registration rolls):
Hi, (my legal name) I’m a campaign worker for Michael Bloomberg. Do you plan on voting for him this November?
Me:
No, Thank you.
My buddy at Queens Crap thought I was showing traces of my Texas upbringing: humble hospitality. Hardly. I have made up my mind who I want for mayor…
and it is Montgomery Burns!
I suspect I speak for many of my fellow Greenpointers when I write that I have given up on decent (not exceptional, above average or even average) representation (for our taxation). Many candidates (and the self-appointed pillars of our community who backed them— you know who you are) cloaked themselves in the sanctimonious cloth of reform in the months leading up to the Democratic primary and run-off. And these same people, the reformers, engaged in some of the sleaziest campaign practices, tricks, duplicity, chicanery and outright intimidation I have ever beheld. Probably because they were seeking sinecures— but that’s my humble opinion.
If I stated, for example— and this is totally hypothetical— that the McCarren Park Soccer League’s email list was used to solicit votes David Yassky or Bill DeBlasio I’d be totally out of line. If I stated (once again, for example— hypothetical) that youths 18 years and older in said soccer league were hired to canvass for Evan Thies before the Democratic primary I have no doubt it would net me a nastygram from a lawyer.
But I am not suggesting either of the previous came to pass. I’m just hypothesizing. I have a very active imagination. The pillars of my community have reminded me of this. Often.
James “Jimmy” John Walker, one of our fair city’s more corrupt (if charming, dapper and loquacious) Mayors summed my cynicism when he said:
A reformer is a guy who rides through the sewer in a glass bottom boat.
What does “reform” mean when we are forced to choose among candidates whose records REEK? Candidates who have clearly dipped their tootsies into the sewer of New York City real politik and will promise anything to anyone in order to get elected?
For this reason I am backing Burns. Burns is honest about his corruption. He promises nothing. He does not claim to be a reformer and as such I can anticipate being screwed six ways to Sunday under his regime. In this regard Bloomberg is much more circumspect. The true hallmark of a masochist is the anticipation of punishment. I am not a masochist. It’s a matter of control.
I prefer to take my medicine upfront— and make Mike my bitch.
Miss “Sorry Staten Island, you’re on your own*” Heather
P.S.: For more information about how Montgomery Burns Bloomberg will lead this city into 21st 19th Century click here. Caveat: be ready to laugh your ass off. Who knew plutocracy and political disenfranchisement could be so fun(ny)?
*This is satire.
Atlantic Antic Photo Du Jour: Touched By An Angel
Filed under: Brooklyn
This is wrong for more reasons than I care to recount.*
Miss Heather
*But Mr. Swayze’s role in Donnie Darko is a nice place to start!
Great Moments In Entrepreneurialism: Refer A Friend At Hoyt-Schermerorn!
Filed under: Brooklyn
Today the Mister and I concluded his parent’s visit to our fair city with a sojourn to Atlantic Antic. To this end we took the almighty Crosstown Local to Hoyt Schermerhorn. Immediately upon exiting the station we stumbled upon this.
Mister Heather, being the detail-oriented person is, explained the vagaries New York State’s divorce law for my in law’s edification. Among them:
- It is a joint property state, e.g.; all assets will be divided equally. My net worth is zero. This makes for an easy division: zero divided by 2 equals zero.
- I will be entitled to alimony.
Amy Vanderbilt might disagree with me on this one but: I suspect the Mister extolling upon how one gets divorced in New York…
- blocks away from where we were married
- during a family outing
might constitute a breach of etiquette. Or, in my laywoman’s opinion, a colossal party foul. This is not to suggest I didn’t find it amusing: I did. This is in large part why I married the Mister in the first place!*
The previous having been written:
- On the one hand: there is a part of me which is thoroughly revolted by this advertisement.
- On the other: I really want to see this campaign taken to its logical conclusion. Frequent customer punch cards a la Starbucks.
Miss Heather
*And, well, health insurance.
P.S.: This post goes out to Ma and Pa-in-law. I really enjoyed your visit!
Reader Contribution Du Jour: Cortelyou PSA
These images do not hail from north Brooklyn (they come from the intersection of East 17 Street and Cortelyou Road). But when Flatbush Gardener brought these finds to my attention I simply had to pass them along here. Nice catch, Xris!
Miss Heather
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