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I truly lucked out on Sunday afternoon when I went for a walk up for some delicious Carvel ice cream - camera in hand.  See, before I went for Carvel, and before meeting up with my favorite frog, I walked up my block and happened to look briefly at this blooming purple rose and found a bee doing what I can only describe as a humping motion while it was head deep in pollen.

I think that I was quite lucky to catch this bloom just then, since it appeared to be at its fullest, and would have been just happy enough to get a photo of the bloom, THAT BEE made it all the more better.  I love that this shot shows the wings of the bee being pulled back as far as they can go and its back right leg is stretched out as far as it can go so that it could gets its face and front antenna all in that pollen.

Way cool!

Most of us will not be working this Monday, and instead will be partying it up with lots of booze, sex, and vomiting - sometimes (and hopefully) all at the same time. 

Instead of doing the usual booze, sex, and vomit on each other routine, why don’t we just take a step back and think about how and what we can do for our part to help save ourselves from what we’ve been doing to the Earth, namely the polluting.  It’s just gross and disgusting and why should we all continue to create a gross and disgusting place to grow old and die in. 

Wouldn’t you rather grow old and die in a place with a view of crystal clear water, clean blue skies, and surrounded by fields of flowers that will silently laugh as you poop yourself when you croak?  Well I sure as heck would!

Let’s just all call up Con Edison (or your local power company) and request that your account be switched over to a different sort of energy source - a green and renewable energy source. 

That’s right kids, for just 2.5 cents more per kilowatt-hour (kWh) you can purchase and use green environmentally friendly energy from Con Edison. 

Don’t believe me? 

Think that I’m here wanting you to waste all of your time on a three day weekend pursuing ways to better the world?  

Well then click right here, and you can read all about saving the world via purchasing your electricity from green sources of energy yourself.

Do it!  You know that you wanna…

Remember, she (pictured above) can make all of our lives a living hell if we don’t do what she wants, and I’m not talking about boinking her drunk while simultaneaously vomiting on her you perverts!.

I’m alive, and this morning I realized that that blackish/purplish thingy that I posted about yesterday was most likely a slight burn from pulling on the blinds metal up/down thingermajiggy to open up the blinds and bring in some light.  Moving on… 

Yesterday morning Cheese and I were sitting in our usual spot on the R train, just as the door closed, in walked a woman and her husband.  They seemed average enough, except for the fact that the woman was wearing a set of lime green Crocs, AND was holding a matching lime green paper bag that appeared to be containing her lunch.

I can only hope that the gal has a matching lime green sofa, and arm chairs in her apartment, because I really wouldn’t want those Crocs to EVER look out of place in NYC.

See, the thing is…I might be knocked off by God before I can write just one more post about my personal minutia of living in New York City.  I’m sure that the fours of you who are reading this must be wondering why I’m being so morbid in this post, but I have evidence, just take a look at my ring finger. 

See that giant darkened blackish/purplish roundish spot on the top knuckle of my ring finger?  Trust me when I say that it looks much darker in person than it does in that photo.

Well it’s there, I don’t know what it is, and it all of a sudden happened as I was changing out of my work clothes and into my man of the night evening wear just a few moments ago. 

At first my finger just hurt in a sharp pain as if something bit me, and yet I doubt anything bit me as I went to take off my shirt.  The only possibility of something taking a bite out onmy finger is that my belly button grew sharp teeth, attacked my finger tip, and then allowed all evidence of teeth to disappear before I could take a look under my shirt.  Now the spot on the finger just hurts if I put pressure on it.  It’s also slightly swollen and warm on that spot. 

Here’s another look via profile of my finger.  I’m hoping to allow you, the play at home doctor to try and diagnose whatever you think this is.

Do you see that second lump from the right on the finger tip?  The one that looks like the belly of a sperm whale?  It has never been there before.

If you never hear from me again, know that I loved the Cheese, my cat, gardening, romantic comedies, and most of all pig because they are the one that make bacon.  My only last requests are that you all try to save yourselves from attacking belly buttons, take up gardening or plant a tree (all of you), and that I be cremated with a large order of pork fried rice - so that my soul has food to live on for eternity.

Thank you for all reading, and I look forward to hopefully being here to take you into the world of my personal neurosis sometime in the future.  Let’s just all cross our fingers and hope that this spot on my finger is nothing more than the soot marks of someone burning my hand via a voodoo doll.

I swear it.

This morning I was talking to someone in my cube, went to take a sip of some water, and apparently wasn’t paying too close attention to what I was doing, cause I missed my mouth altogether. 

Yeup, I brought the water up to my left cheek and poured as if I was about to sip.  I quickly realized my mistake when I realized that I was talking and drinking water at the same time.  I’ve seen that done on tv, but those people don’t end up with wet crotches like I did.

Water, you’re my new frienemy!