Thursday, May 28, 2009 at 12:05PM 
I saw this guy taking a photo of a wall, so I asked if I could take a photo of him taking a photo, sort of a dueling photographers thing. He agreed, I took the shot, but when he suggested I start squealing like a pig, I ran!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009 at 11:49AM 
When I was a kid we called this stuff Sleazy Cheese. I loved it on top the best snack cracker in the world: Chicken in a Biskit. Now that I’m an adult I still call it Sleazy Cheese and love it on the best snack cracker in the world: Chicken in a Biskit. Nice how some things never change.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009 at 11:11AM 
The sleeper. Asleep at the wheel. The sleepinator. Sleep-a-deep-a-ding-dong! The sleeper.
Monday, May 25, 2009 at 11:52AM 
Everytime I hear saxophones on the streets of New York, for some reason it really puts me in a Travis Bickle, Taxi Driver sort of mindset. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go shave my hair into a mohawk and save Jodie Foster from an evil pimp. You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to ME...
