MRod says: Is the crew ready? Like spaghetti.

Some people have way too much time on their hands.  God bless them.

Broadway-Houston BDFV subway stop, 9 pm.

I liked the composition here and the color contrast between the classic punk rock-tank girl look juxtaposed with the summer dress worn by her friend.  I also liked how the tattoo on her back gave her over-all vibe an intriguing twist.

Google just unveiled their latest addition to the Google Maps family.  Its new “Street View” feature is DOPE.  Of course, the first thing I did was enter my apartment address and got a nerdy thrill out of seeing it pop up.

1. There really needs to be a moratorium on people taking credit for “bringing sexy back.”  For one, those that say this are referencing a song from LAST year, which in the pop culture world pretty much makes it paleolithic.  Second, I still haven’t quite figured out what that means?  I’m surprised that some twisted rapist (redundant?) on the stand in court hasn’t said, “Judge, I was just trying to bring sexy back.”  So yea, people.  Stop saying sexy back.  Period.

However DO feel free to repeat ad nauseam, “umbrella…ella, ella, eh, eh.”

2. This is an old grievance of mine which I will address here in an open letter to all bands, musicians, and stand up comics: Dear bands, musicians, and stand up comics: No doubt  you are all extremely talented, with some being more talented than others, please stop sending me friend requests on MySpace.  I’m sure some people have discovered amazing new and unheard of bands on MySpace, I’m not one of those people.  I prefer to have my music spoon fed to me by the recording companies, the iTunes Music Store’s top selling list (Rihanna, “Umbrella!”), and friends.   I’ll let the masses and my friends act as my music filter.  I prefer to use MySpace for.  For.  Hmmm, I have no idea what I use MySpace for, but I just don’t want to be spammed by your attempt to harness me into your “fan base.”  Don’t add me.  I’ll add you.

3. While I’m not quite sure why I “use” Myspace, my actual favorite social networking site Facebook is starting to become ridiculous with all this third party “applications” (basically web-based widgets) that you can now tack on to your profile.  Just like the widgets for the macs, these applications cover nearly everything imaginable.  One in particular I see potentially causing some problems.  It’s called “Your Hottest Friend” and I guess it lets you “rate” the “hotness” of your friends.  Don’t you love judging your friends!   Myspace allows you to do this obviously with their “Top Friends” ranking.

3. Was watching Sports Center the other night at the hotel.  There’s something incredibly satisfying about watching Sports Center when travelling.  It’s an adult version of the blankie or teddy bear we carried around as a child.  It reminds me of home as much as chicken soup or a snowstorm that dumps 10 feet of snow overnight.

4. Speaking of Sports Center, in particular I watched the highlights of a Yankees game against the Angels.  The Angels’ closer K-Rod struck out the last Yankee batter to save the game and after the ump’s strike out call, he did this insane hip thrust of the likes I haven’t seen since Wayne’s World.  Instead of high fives and fist pounds, more hip thrusts!

5. Summer is finally here.  I know I’ll get really sick of the 90 degree heat soon, but I just love it when at night, the temperate drops to the 70s with no humidity and a light breeze.  I enjoyed my Monday night by getting some sorbet at my new favorite ice cream place near my apartment.  The line was ridiculous–and they ran out of change, so people who only wanted one scoop ended up having to purchase four scoops, which the kids didn’t complain too much about.  Anyway, I sat on the benches in front of the shop, enjoyed the comfortable evening air and read my latest issue of the Economist (this magazine always drops some serious knowledge on me).  It was quite perfect.  Almost perfect.

When I first moved to the New York City and came upon my first street fair, I was enthralled.  Wow.  This is amazing.  Look at all this food.  All this culture.  All these people.  Amazing!  I love New York City!  I love everyone!

And then I quickly learned that there’s one every weekend in the summer all over the city.  I quickly went from being a fan to a hater.  Goddammit people, move!  Ugh, look at all this crappy over priced street food that smells better than it tastes.  Look at all this crap for sale.  Do I really trust buying a dozen underwear from this guy for 3 bucks?  

Then, the other weekend, I experienced my first Brooklyn fair.  Well, this was wee bit bigger than the typical street fairs I experienced.  It was some big thing for Park Slope, where I live.  There was live music and the whole thing stretched for 30 blocks it seemed.  All the restaurants on this stretch of 5th Avenue were selling food out front.  My love of street fairs was reborn.

Anyway, I took some photos.

A cool puppy with blue eyes.

Pink is the new ice cream-candy truck.

Don’t stop git it, git it.

“Next.”

Mmm, peppers.

Three of the greatest crime fighters in comic books: Batman, Spidey, and Scooby.

Front row seat.

Living the cover band dream.

Oooh, artsy.

I’m a couple weeks behind on these segments. But better late than never. Cue some jackass saying, “That’s what she said!”

Obligatory jump photo on my way to Cy’s rapidly ending Thursday night party. Note the matching hoodie with baby blue socks. Totally unintentional.

“And this is how Mario jumped.”

Yes, Kenny was there which always means one thing–nutty dancing.

These two demonstrate how to make the switch from corporate office wear to party wear: unbutton the collar shirt. And roll up the sleeves.

Monica!

Hookah technicians at work. “Must. Fix. Machine. Must. Get. Smoke.”

Henry and Heidi accompany the DJ.

Hookah, vodka cranberry, sound making sticks (not sure what they are called…) = Fun.

Henry also busted out this musical monstrosity from his ever present bookbag o’ music.

Haha.

I always knew Monica was a raver at heart. Haha.

Monica’s friend getting down to the music.

Who can resist these things??

I love Henry’s look in this photo. He’s like “Of course I carry these things with me everywhere. Don’t you?”

Heidi is going fierce with this thing.

This is one of the greatest, most hilarious things I’ve seen–it was like something straight out of those teen-movies from the late 90s and early 00s that always featured some synchronized dance sequence. That’s what happened here. Kenny and Henry began the electric slide…and Cy and some of his other friends joined in…

That night, some random guy completely unconnected to us was having a rather large birthday party there. They saw this dance going on and one by one joined in as well (you can see them in the back in this photo).

The birthday boy in the blue suit and his friends are LOVIN the electricity of the slide.

It’s tough to tell from the photos, but nearly the entire bar was in on it at this point.

Heidi is giving it her ALL. Look at that shoulder dip in!

Ooooh, that’s some look she’s giving Cy. haha.

And then Henry got a little side tracked.

Don’t stop git it, git it.

Kenny is the master of the electric slide. Bow to the master.

AK-Bootie 7 getting tag teamed on the dance floor.

I don’t remember who said it or wrote it or where I read it, but I came across something once which stated something to the effect that being recognized by five percent of the population is more public recognition or “fame” than most of us will ever achieve.   Of course, the original quote was much more succinct.  Thus, just because some people don’t appear in your weekly issue of Star, People, or Us Magazine (when I was younger, I used to think it was “U.S. Magazine”), that doesn’t mean to me it isn’t a celebrity sighting.

At Central Park today sitting across from us was a gaggle of people playing bocce.  It was like a gathering of Young Comics R Us.  In their midst, I spotted Demetri Martin, this other guy that I see all the time on Best Week Ever, and current SNL cast member Fred Armisen.

You can see Demetri in the white t-shirt and the guy that I see all the time on Best Week Ever standing next to him.

Demetri Martin is a pretty hilarious guy:

The following illustration depicts what a typical interview at IKEA consists of:

Miss USA contentestant…[Spoiler Warning!]…falls on her ass during “the walk.”

Nonetheless, while falling she still manages to look hotter than 99.9 percent of the female population who are walking upright.

My friend Mook made a good observation (er, wish?) about the video, “Wish her dress fell instead of her.”  Amen to that.

Why?

Boobies.

My trip this weekend to Phoenix didn’t quite involve anything as melodramatic as saying goodbye to a lover before departing–although I do consider myself an expert in this field, a field that I possess a PhD in actually–but I figure this song by John Denver, “Leaving on a Jet Plane” is speciously apropos for this week’s Easy Listening Sunday segment.

This song holds a special spot in my heart.  A few years ago, I had to leave my fiance behind–she had just happily agreed to my proposal–for a secret government mission (basically we had to destroy a killer asteroid heading straight for our planet).  As my teammates and I were about to get on the plane, I grabbed my fiance, embraced her and lifted her up.  I was trying to alleviate the fears that she had for me.  For us.  She had a brave smile.  Holding her, I began singing, despite what can charitably be described as a singing voice that killa puppies, “All my bags are packed, ready to go…”  It was really great when the boys, especially the fat one (that’s what we called him, “the fat one”) jumped in with his baritone voice.

It was a nice moment.

Too bad her father died during our mission.

She and I divorced a year ago.