David Pogue of the New York Times, reviews the iPhone. This video cuts out the goofy beginning he filmed and gets right to the good stuff.
I still have some unanswered questions before I'm sold but I've already started looking around the apartment for things to stoop sale in order to buy one.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
David Pogue of the New York Times, reviews the iPhone. This video cuts out the goofy beginning he filmed and gets right to the good stuff.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Dear Genteel Geoff,
Yesterday on my way home from work, I was going in the subway at the 42nd street Bryan Park stop. I stopped in the turnstile as I always do and propped my bag up on the shelf to my left to find my metrocard. Out of nowheres some person comes up and axes me to move my bag so they can get threw the turnstile on my left. It was a good thing for that mofo that it took me another 10 minutes to find my card cause I was gonna catch him and beat his ass.
Whats up with that?
Allow me to begin by saying that I am familiar with the Bryan"T" Park subway station. This particular station possesses such an abundance of underground space adjacent to the turnstiles, that you will find the MTA "ticket booth, a florist with a wonderful selection of cut flowers and small plants, and a full newsstand stocked with daily periodicals and monthly magazines. Might I suggest that in the future, today for example, you take advantage of the spaciousness of this station and stand clear of the turnstiles as you dig through your rudely over-sized bag in search of your Metrocard. You see, ASS, by standing in one turnstile and propping your bag on the card scanner of another, you are blocking two of the four turnstiles that are actually in working order.
This may come as a shock to you, but you are not the only person in New York City. I imagine you also choose to stand on the subway station steps to finish phone calls or cigarettes and probably stop at the immediate top of an escalator to gather your bearings. If you were to take your head out of your bag, ASS, you might notice the millions of other New Yorkers around you, who also just want to go home or do a little shopping. If everyone of those New Yorkers were as oblivious to each other as you, none of us would ever get anywhere.
So try being a little more aware of those around you and remember, ASS, that manners are the glue that hold society together.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Occasionally I have ideas that I think can make the world a better place to live in. Lacking the manufacturing capabilities to bring my ideas to fruition, they usually go to waste in my mind. So I've decided to post my ideas here in the hopes that some mega corporation will stumble across them and throw bucket loads of cash at me to turn these ideas into reality. Of course, the mega corporations will probably just steal my ideas and screw me but at least I'll have the proof to back up my "hey that was my idea" rantings.
Personally, I find the whole concept of spending money on a device that simulates the experience of popping bubble wrap to be ridiculous and beyond unnecessary. However, I have to applaud the person that came up with the idea and actually convinced someone to invest and manufacturer the PuchiPuchi (pictured).
What makes the PuchiPuchi even more shocking, is that it is from the toy company, Bandai, makers of Power Rangers action figures and Tamagotchi pets. Perhaps PuchiPuchi signals a whole new direction for the toy company into the category of unnecessary crap. With that in mind, I'd like to pitch them my idea for the Stapleless Stapler Banger.
Is there anything more rewarding than stapling papers together with a forceful whack to your desk stapler? Of course there isn't! But what to do when you have nothing to staple together? Enter the Stapleless Stapler Banger! This device looks just like a conventional stapler but doesn't have any staples loaded, which allows you to bang away all day without wasting paper. Not only revolutionary, the Stapleless Stapler Banger is a great stress-reducing gizmo and will make the perfect gift for college grads who are stupid enough to take a job immediately following graduation.
Monday, June 25, 2007
On Saturday, Seth & I took
We had a rush of people arrive before we were even finished setting up or had made our first round of cocktails. We decided to start the day with homemade Lynchburg Lemonades, which were crisp, refreshing and just enough whiskey to deal with the wack jobs who turn out for stoop sales. And turn out they did! The crazy train rolled in with a lady that Kitty mistook for a man and called "sir". She/he was joined by a rather odd couple who wanted to know why Kitty's DVDs were priced so high at $4. Later in the day a large woman on a scooter pulled up to haggle and asked husband if he would give her a T-shirt for $1 since she was going to have to wash it 5 times just to get his smell out of it.
We even had some celebrity shoppers when the guy who made "Supersize Me" and his girlfriend (or wife maybe?) and author came by.
At some point in the day we switched to beer and were joined by friends Cyndi, Kelly, Adam, and Danella. The stoop sale turned into more of block party and seeing as how beautiful the weather was on Saturday we sat outside drinking until the sun set. At the end of the day Seth & I took in close to $200 and had a blast! The only thing more fun than drinking with friends outside on a gorgeous day is getting paid to do it.
Friday, June 22, 2007
JDizzle's blog, "Hometown Hangover", follows the trials, tribulations, and to-dos of a home town gal, her husband and dog. Don't expect many book reviews on this site as Jdizzle is quick to point out, she doesn't like reading. Check it out at hometownhangover.blogspot.com.
And for something completely different, after months of being included in posts here on pop-o-matic, Seth has launched his own podcast - "Seth in Brooklyn". This musical interpretation of pop culture is a collection of Seth's own musical creations. Call them remixes, remasters, mashes or whatever you want, its off the wall and not safe for work. Have a listen for yourself at sethinbrooklyn.podcastpeople.com
The concert, which was sponsored by Logo and the HRC, was a real fagapalooza, which opened with a performance by Amanda Lepore. If you don't know who that is, I'm afraid I just can't come up with the words to describe her so why not visit her site. After Amanda, The Gossip took the stage and kicked ass, followed by The Dresden Dolls, who were incredibly talented but not exactly my cup of tea.
Finally, it was time for one of the acts I was there to see - Debbie Harry! Although Harry is currently promoting her new album, she still opened with an oldie - 'French kissing in the USA'. Aside from 'New York, New York', French Kissing was the song I was most hoping she would do. Despite her age (she has to be in her 50s by now), Harry sounded incredible and the only way I can think of to describe her voice is that its like the soft half of Velcro, it feels good and grabs your ruff edges.
After Harry there was a short break followed by the evening's only disappointment - Rossie O'Donnel doing her "act". I tried to keep an open mind and forced myself to ignore the fact that she was wearing Crocs but after listening to her for five minutes, I had to retreat to the lobby for a drink.
Then the show really got exciting as Erasure took the stage. This is the band that I always wanted to see during High School but never did. It was worth the wait! They performed some of my favorite songs plus a few from their latest album.
The final performer was Cyndi Lauper, who came up with the idea for the tour. She opened with 'Hole in my Heart' and went on to sing most of her most popular hits including 'Girls Just Want to Have Fun', 'When You Were Mine', 'Goonies' (which I don't think she has ever done live), and of course - 'True Colors'. When Lauper finished her set, all of the evenings acts returned to the stage to sing 'Take A Chance on Me'.
The show was hosted by Margaret Cho, who would come out during acts and entertain the crowd. At one point, she said she likes women who are so butch that they roll their own tampons.
My nostalgia tour rolls on next week when Seth & I will be seeing Morrissey at the Garden. I'll be sure to tell you all about it.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Until then, here is the most adorable hot dog cooking thingy. Because I'm sure you are just like me and think the oven or microwave just isn't cute enough.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Tonight I'm going to Cyndi Lauper's True Colors show. Cyndi, and a ton of other acts including Deborah Harry and Erasure, are playing at Radio City Music Hall, which should be a fun place to see a concert. The only other time I've been there was for the Christmas Craptacular.
Tomorrow, I'll be trucking my fat ass over to the Javits Convention Center (my least favorite place to go in NYC) for a trade show (my least favorite aspect of my job). After spending the day there I'm off to Bubba Gum's Shrimp something in Times Square for a party being thrown by Paramount. Talk about cheap, doesn't Paramount own that restaurant?
On Wednesday, I have a meeting with the producers, including Gelman, of Live With Regis & Kelly to discuss a toy segment we are producing for Thursday's show. I'm also meeting with Disney that day to check out their latest video games. Then Thursday its back to the Live studios for the actual show after which, I'll head back to my office to try and get everything I didn't do during the week done. Thursday night I plan to get good and drunk then sleep it off most of Friday.
PS. I should include here, for anyone that doesn't know, I'm very lazy and would rather hang out at home with a 6-pack than do just about anything else.
I've never been a big fan of crowds. I hate crowded bars, never go to see a movie on opening night (not that I go to the theater much at all), shop at odd hours to avoid the consuming masses and frequently walk in the street to get around the slow, sluggish cattle. At the same time, I like feeling as if I'm taking part in whats going on around me. Which is why living on a busy street allows me the best of both worlds - I can avoid crowds but keep an eye on what's happening down on the street.
Yesterday I enjoyed the annual 7th Avenue street fair that takes place every year in Park Slope. There were all sorts of vendors, hawking everything from cell phone accessories to spicy kielbasas. Occasionally a marching band would make its way through the crowd and there was even rock and or roll music coming from somewhere, which I think means there was a band performing. Unfortunately, I couldn't see the direction the music was coming from because the building next to my apartment blocks the view of 7th avenue to the south of my window. Yes that's right, I took in the street fair from the crowdless comfort of my apartment.
I know this makes me sound like a shut-in but the only way I would have ventured out the door and into that street fair was if I spotted a beer vendor from my window. As far as I know, strolling the streets with a beer in the hand is illegal, unless its in a bag, which Seth refers to as a wino's right. As far as I'm concerned, the winos can keep there bags and I'll remain crowdlessly comfortable drinking at home.
Friday, June 15, 2007
The final episode just finished and it was Priceless. For me the best moment was seeing Dean from Canada fall as he ran down the isle. If you missed it, CBS is replaying today's final show tonight at 8.
While most of the internets were anxiously waiting for last week's Sopranos finale, today is the series ender that I've been buzzing about all year. The final episode of The Price Is Right with Bob Barker airs this morning at 11:00.
Its hard to believe that this show has been running since before I was born. Just think of all the other programs that have come and gone since then. Shows like M.A.S.K., Good Times, Droids The Adventures of R2-D2 and C3P0: , The Great Space Coaster, Mama's Family, Tales from the Crypt, Challenge of the Gobots, Dynasty, Mr. Belvedere, Airwolf, Thundar the Barbarian, Wings, Strangers With Candy, Boy Meets World, Twin Peaks, Dawson's Creek, Beverly Hills 90210, Two Guys and a Girl, Blossom, Baywatch, The Osbournes, The Michael Richards Show, That's My Bush and the Golden Girls.
There may have been a few others that I missed but that's a lot of TV.
For everyone who didn't plan ahead for today and take the day off, Clinton will be live blogging (whatever that means) today's final episode over at Zombie Fights Shark.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Here's a collection of random thoughts (read between the lines, I'm too hungover to manage anything more cohesive).
My favorite Wednesday night watering hole was crowded last night. That's the first and hopefully last, time I've ever seen it so full. Those of us that arrived early and made the mistake of grabbing a few extra chairs for the late arrivals, spent entirely too much time and energy defending those empty seats. Some at my table blamed me for the crowd stating that I had talked about said bar too many times here on pop-o-matic. While I'd love (and plan) to think that I had that sort of influence, the fact remains that it was too crowded.
Dear Painfully Loud Woman On the Train This Morning,
No one, including the poor sap you were riding with, wants to hear you gabbing about your job with a literary agent. If you had taken the time to dislodge your head from your own ass, you would have noticed the gradual and consistent tide of people retreating from your general vicinity.
Dear Person With Horrible Gas On the Train This Morning,
I'd like to assume you were the same person as I mentioned above but that's only because I hat the person mentioned above. Please, for the sake of everyone else forced to share a commute with you, get yourself to a doctor and have that problem looked into. It was apparent to most, but you I guess, that something is not right with your innards.
Finishing all the floater limoncellos on the table is not a good idea. You had one of your own and should have left it at that.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Apparently it is a pad that sits on your chair and gives off cool air. Of course the whole thing is powered by your computer through a standard USB hook-up. So say good buy to summer office swamp crotch and thank you to Thanko for the USB Butt Cooler.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Despite this current location for the Ritz-Carlton being just a few years old, the hotel and bar have the feeling of old world New York with luxoriuos fabrics, rich woods and more marble than a Roman bath-house. With furniture and accessories that look like they may have once belonged in a Czar's palace, the place is gaudy but not too much.
I imagine that on nights where the crew I was with aren't there it's a quiet and stuffy setting but we managed to have a great time basking in the opulence and enjoying the talents of famed bartender, Norman Bukofzer. You aren't getting out of a place with a "famed" bartender cheaply, which is why this is the perfect spot to bring your parents from out of town when they visit you in New York.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Summer is supposed to be laid back, leave early, do little season, so what gives? For the first time in my life I think I may actually mean it when I say "I need a vacation".
Of course, I was too hungover to accomplish anything on my list yesterday but it was worth it considering how much fun we had Saturday night. One thing I did accomplish yesterday was discovering a new favorite TV show called Ninja Warrior on G4. This Japanese game/survival show takes 100 men and 100 women and puts them through a grueling obstacle course with the ultimate goal of being named Ninja Warrior. Its sort if like MXE without the comedy and much more difficult.
Friday, June 08, 2007
The show was great and both Seth & I were blown away by how much we liked Sister Kisser. The Cake Shop, a little place on the lower east side, is actually a bakery/coffee shop on the ground floor with a basement where the bar and stage are located. After the show we met Lioux, who also introduced Seth & I to Colleen of Cokane's bloggery. It was great to finally meet both Lioux and Colleen in person and throw back a few drinks together. On our way out, Seth bought some cupcakes, one of which is sitting in the kitchen right now looking delicious. Seth ate the Chocolate Iced Chocolate cupcake during the cab ride home and described it as "fucking awesome" and "superb". He is talking about going back just for a cupcake.
As usual, we capped off our night with a few more 6-packs back at the apartment and we are both feeling it today. The last thing I wanted to deal with this morning was a surprise visit from my landlord with some lady and a camera informing me that the building is being sold and this lady needs to photograph my apartment. Great! Anyone know of an available apartment?
UPDATE! Since first publishing the below post, Paris Hilton has been ordered to return to jail! I'd like to think this post had something to do with that so please just let me keep believing that.
If you have read this blog from time to time you've probably noticed that I rarely discuss politics, the "news" or celebrity gossip. My stance on these topics is that there are entirely too many outlets vomiting up that information so there is no need for me to regurgitate what you already know or can easily read on E, cnn or the Wall Street Journal.
That's why it pains me to type this post. My conscience and too much beer has the better of me at the moment and I must tell you how fucking* pissed off I am about P. Hilton being released from jail after serving just two days of her sentence.
Let me start by saying, I have nothing against Paris Hilton. I publicly admit that I enjoy 'The Simple Life' and even have her song from last summer on my iPod (what can I say, I like
Lets imagine for a moment that you, assuming you are like me and not a billionaire celebrity, get arrested for drunk driving. here is what will happen, you will lose your license, get hit with a fee and spend several months worth of time in Wednesday evening classes with your fellow unlucky ripped roadsters. Now, heaven forbid during the time you should be in "class" you get picked up by the cops for driving with a suspended license. Guess what? You are fucked! You are going to jail for the maximum time allotted, not some bullshit two week stint with "special needs" privileges. and once you get there, you are in! No one is going to let YOU out after two days because you
So why did Paris get preferential treatment from the United States government? Because her family has power and oodles of money!
During the Civil War, the draft was enacted under the title, "the Enrollment Act". This act contained several paragraphs of small print exemptions, which allowed any man who was drafted to buy his way out of service if he could pay the "commutation fee" of $300.00 (a huge sum back then).
Eventually this insane and entirely prejudicial law led to the Draft Riots in New York City. Angry mobs of poor people who would never come close to raising that kind of money went on a destructive rampage, taking out their rage and frustration on the city's black citizens. As the angry mob made its way uptown towards the mansions of 5th Avenue, the army was called in, fresh from the battle at Gettysburg, to put the riot down.
I'm not saying that everyone who isn't a hotel heiress should rebel and riot against the government. But how can a country that we were all raised to believe was founded on equality and freedom allow its officers and law keepers to exhibit such blatant preferential treatment? What sort of example does this latest miscarriage of justice set for the rest of us? Why don't we all start breaking laws and cite the case of Paris Hilton vs. The Legal System of the United States of America as our defense?
Ok, I'm off my soap box and promise to return to my usual format of post that deal with how drunk I was last night.
*This is the first time in the history of my blog that I have typed the word "fuck".
Thursday, June 07, 2007
I'm a little nervous about the animated aspect of this movie. Hopefully it will be more Manga style than Pixar. In any event, I'm looking forward to new adventures with Lion-O, Cheetara, Mumm-Ra, Ratar-O and even the twins (Wylie-Cat and Kit). Hopefully the new millenium edition will have Snarf die a tragic death on Thundera when it is destroyed. Its too bad they aren't doing a live-action film because Ving Rhames would make an excellent Panthro.
With that in mind, I decided to write this post last night so I wouldn't leave the 5s of people that read this blog hanging. Of course, this presents me with an interesting dilemma - what if something remarkable happens after I publish this post.
Right now (Wednesday night) I'm just sitting at home drinking a few beers and watching the Golden Girls, speaking of which, was Rose suffering from dementia? She gives ding-bats a run for their money and I find it hard to believe that she wasn't touched in the head. Anyway, suppose after publishing this and polishing off a few more beers a mysterious stranger shows up at my door and hands me a pack of cigarettes with a USB drive containing the details of a sinister agency's plans to take-over the Madison Square Park Shake Shack so that they can administer a toxin in the hot dogs that will cause any New Yorkers who eat the dogs to go crazy and run amok through the Home Depot on 23rd street.
It would be my civic duty to take those plans to the proper authority. By the time I figured out who the proper authority was, where that authority's office was located, changed into something appropriate for high-stakes intrigue and espionage, traveled to that office, handed over the plans, answered repeated stupid questions as to how the plans came into my possesion, and finally returned home, I would barley have time for a quick nap and shower before having to head to that stupid meeting at 9:00 am.
The point of all this is, I would have experienced one of the most exciting adventures of my life but you would all be reading this long-winded claptrap assuming that my night consisted of a few beers, some old ladies on TV and then bed. So just to cover my bases, I'm going to publish
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
If you are reading this message right now, that can only mean that I am having one of the above scenarios acted out upon my morning. I'll let you decide which one is the case and feel free to let me know which scenario you think I am experiencing in the comments section. In any event, I promise to atone for my tardiness with a worthwhile posting soon. Until then, I hope your morning is going as regularly scheduled.
PS. Please note, I didn't have time to spell chack this. Can you spot the mispelled words?
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Monday, June 04, 2007
Saturday was a slightly different story though. This was the first weekend that both Seth & I have been in town in a long time. Since many of our friends were out of town, we decided to not make any plans, stick around home and take care of some overdue business such as pay bills, put in the a/c units, a little Spring cleaning, etc, etc ( I know dull). On Saturday night we had a couple (literally) cocktails and rented the film, 'Epic Movie'. If you are anything like us and enjoy mindless entertainment, potty humor, and fart jokes then you might enjoy this flick.
I was up bright and early Sunday and immediately noticed the complete lack of the standard Sunday symptoms i.e. headache, nausea, exhaustion, mysterious bruises, and surprise over night guests on the fold-out. I did something I rarely do on Sunday and took a shower then headed out to run some errands. Later that day I began sorting items for the upcoming stoop sale we are having with Kitty and her husband. I'll keep you posted on that.
All in all, it was a relaxing, enjoying and energizing weekend, which was exactly what I needed because this week is already shaping up to be another booze-tastic endeavor.
Friday, June 01, 2007
I'd like to say the following to everyone who was there last night:
I hope you had as much fun as I did.
When are we doing it again?
What was the deal with the waitresses shushing us?
If I said anything to offend you in the hour leading up to my departure you can rest assured that I don't remember saying it and lets just leave it at that.