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This mosaic of a bee sure does make me smile.

I know that it just happened to be on the side of a building and was not done by fans, and yet when I saw it, I felt oddly proud.

There is a hidden meaning when a friend invites you out for some Atomic Wings (chicken wings with buffalo sauce)…

And that hidden meaning that your friend is telling you is this…

“Hey, I have nothing to do tomorrow and wouldn’t mind sitting on the toilet bowl for a solid half an hour.”

The building that houses Pete’s Restaurant down on Water Street is what one might call, indecisive…

When it was built, all of the plumbing was most likely in one room - so your bathroom and kitchen were one and the same room.

Somewhere along the line, the owner of the building decided to make changes to the apartments and most likely created a bathroom that was separate from the kitchen out of the original bathroom/kitchen combos.

I understand the logic of not wanting to poop and shower in the same room that you prepare your food, but what I don’t understand is the logic that went into creating the current facade of the building.

You have the original big windows for the bathroom on some, bricked up original bathroom windows with new bathroom windows two feet to the left on others, and yet another has a small bathroom window in the partially bricked up original bathroom window slot.

Since the outside is this crazy and intriguing, I would love to see how the apartments are situated on the inside.

This winter has been fairly cold as compared to more recent past winters.

On a really frigid cold day when the temperature was a balmy 17 degrees F and quite windy, I decided to go for a walk which I later regretted halfway through, because I was a mile from home and had to still walk back.

Anyway, as I was walking, I spotted a pigeon sitting on top of a mailbox and it looked as cold and frozen as a big could be without being dead and frozen…

It was SO puffy and fluffed up trying to keep warm.

It was as if the pigeon had just watched The French Connection, and was waiting for someone in particular in to pass by and follow, only he didn’t have a cigarette to “blend in”.

I imagine that the residents of the building refer to the place where they pick up their mail as the poopbox, and not the mailbox.

I think that this piece of graffiti from Tribeca is just about the most ironic graffiti around…

The graffiti is blank.

No, it’s there, and it’s blank at the same time.

HAH!