Robble robble

Between this and the guy panhandling for tampon money in CVS last night, New York has lost it's collective mind.

Stand clear

Ma'am, we can all appreciate how much $76/month is, but no matter how loudly you yell, you can't pay for your prescriptions with a Metrocard.


You have to ask the driver for a transfer to do that.

Eight crazy nights

The Festival of Lights is once again upon us:

Dad: Ho Ho Ho Hannukah!

Mom: Shouldn't it be more like 'Ha Ha Ha Hannukah'?

Dad: Cccho Cccho Cccho Cccccccccchannukah!

Desert at night

This evening, in the middle of our Southern California fact-finding mission, J and I found ourselves driving through the desert that separates Palm Beach and San Bernardino. As we wound our way through the mountains, it was pitch-black, even missing the constant orange glow of some distant city. The sky, punctuated only by differing shades of craggy-edged mountains, glittered with stars we never see.

We passed field after field of wind mills wooshing silently in the inky black night, fascinating and creepy all at the same time.