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We recently spotted this early 1960s Ford Galaxie 500 hanging out near Brooklyn’s Cropsey Avenue.

Just check out the wheels!

Lower, Longer, Wider — Galaxie 500!

We found this rusting sign adorning P.S. 104 in Brooklyn, NY. 

We have no idea how old this rusty sign is, but it is making reference to Penal Law 722-b. 

When we looked up 722-b within the New York Penal Code, we found that this sign is truly antiquated. 

722-b in the New York Penal Code references “Compensation and reimbursement for representation.” It has nothing to do with loitering or trespassing or disorderly conduct or schools.

Either way, it’s one heck of a cool sign.

TMZ is reporting that Corey Haim, the HAIM, has been found dead this morning from an apparent drug overdose. 

We loved watching him in ‘License to Drive’ and ‘Fast Getaway’ when we were growing up, so much so that we used to do a Corey Haim impression back in our stand-up days.  That said, the dude also cut an album in 1995 and it was VERY 1995. 

Thankfully, someone made a video of the HAIM dancing to his own song which is one of those things that just keeps on getting better the longer you watch the video.

Asa lama lakum, Haim.

We swung by Leif Ericson Park at 8th Avenue to see how the Brooklyn Parrots are doing in this warm weather.  No surprise, they’re loving it!

We found them taking a break from chewing the twigs off of the trees for their new nest and taking in some sun.

Having never seen them in person up until a couple of weeks ago, we have to say that they really are just incredible to see in real life living in the trees of Brooklyn. 

*If you’re into learning more about these crazy parrots living in New York City, be sure to swing on by BrooklynParrots.com.

We’ve seen a lot of crazy and off the wall things in life while living here in New York City, perhaps more than people who live elsewhere, perhaps not.

That said, we saw something that blew our mind away.  Seriously, it was utterly disgusting, made us do a triple take and then forced us to snap a photo of it.

It was really, really, REALLY gross to see in real life and it has somehow managed to be even more disgusting in the form of a digital photograph.

It was so gross that we are putting this photo of the first snowbell bloom from our garden up so that you don’t have to see the disgusting act for yourself.

However, should you find yourself feeling a little frisky or a little bit adventurous, feel free to click on the read more button and see all of the grossness for yourself; but you’ve been warned, it’s seriously up there with the grossest things we’ve ever seen!

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If there is but one band that didn’t blow up over the past four years that should have, it would have to be the New York Howl.

Just take a listen for yourself.

If there’s one thing in life that we’ve learned is that you can never have too many doorbells.

Or rather, that’s what the people in this residential building across from Ground Zero have learned.

One of the things that cracks me up in life is that in Manhattan, millionaires have some crazy front doors.  Our guess is that they just try to hide their money in plain sight by having the distraction of a crappy front door to have people the assumption that nothing is inside.

Other millionaires simply have godbuns on their vent cover.

The idea of ‘godbuns’ is oddly appealing.

Over the weekend on our quick walk through Tribeca we found to our surprise that Rod Stuart is still loving the Hamptons.  It’s been more than a year since we first spotted the tag all over the place, but good things never die, or more appropriately, good people still think that this is funny to tag this all over the city.

For the record, we still wouldn’t be surprised to find out that this tag is all the work of a 50-something year old coke head with a double masters from Yale who has a massive trust fund life.

An Army of One devoured a little girl on this door.

Or perhaps Local 1 is behind the ghostly (dis)appearance?

The quiet, seemingly safe streets of Tribeca are hiding a trap that waits for one unsuspecting soul to fall into, or rather, get fallen on.

The picturesque awnings that line many of the streets in Tribeca have upwards of 20 inches of heavy snow on them and it’s sliding off towards the sidewalk below. 

Aside from several cubic feet of snow falling in a dump maneuver flat out ruining one’s day, it would probably hurt like a wiffle ball bat to the top of the head.  Oddly enough, some of the rich folks who live in Tribeca would normally pay someone to do this to them in private.

We stumbled across the DSNY snow melt set up along Park Place between Church and Broadway yesterday. 

Snow piles that reached two stories high were being melted down and sent into the sewers. 

According to the DSNY website they have 20 such snow melt machines that melt snow at a rate of 240 gallons per minute, or 60 tons of snow per hour.  This makes us wonder, since a decent rainstorm always causes the NYC sewers to flood the various DEP water treatment facilities with water runoff, which then causes the DEP to release untreated water that is full of poop & pee into the waterways that surround NYC, does 60 tons of snow per hour times 20 snow melt machines do the same thing?