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Hurricane Irene’s Damage

Yesterday morning, after Hurricane Irene passed, we scoured Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, to see how the neighborhood held up.  Thankfully, 99.99999% of the neighborhood looked fine.  Shingles weren’t missing, cars and homes weren’t destroyed, and while we spotted several downed trees in parks and on streets, we only saw one downed tree that caused what looked to be only minor damage to a couple of homes.

And the good old FDNY was there to cut portions of the tree away and save the day.  Now if only they could have saved that house on the right from those ostentatious columns on the second floor there, sheesh! 

Professor Plum Is Missing!!!

We have some sad news to report in the aftermath of Hurricane Irene – Professor Plum is MISSING!!!  He was last seen with a wrench at the billiards room on 83rd Street and 3rd Avenue in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn.  He went out last night at approximately 2AM (presumably to kill someone) against the emergency orders and has not been seen since. 

A search of the immediate area has been done, and his wrench has been found at the corner of 3rd Avenue and 90th Street.  

So, if you see a plum shaped man with a thick mustache, please contact Colonel Mustard, or Mrs. Peacock, at 718-555-9988.

America Part Deux

America is the place where people go to start over, and New York City is the place where people from within America go to start over.  But where do people who are in New York City go to start over?

They flee Manhattan by way of boat, and they go out in search of America Part Deux on the America II, where the are whisked away to the magical land of Jersey City, with hopes of Goldman Sachs and the realization of Colgate…

A Tree Grows In A Reflection

This is the view that a dog has as it walks through Brooklyn…

And so a reflection grows in Brooklyn.

Getting Hosed On By God

When we were little kids in Brooklyn, and rode our bikes in a constant loop around the block, having a neighbor turn the hose on us was a fun prank that everyone enjoyed.  But we’re adult-ish now, and it’s no longer fun to get hosed — yet we got hosed by God last night with a freak of nature thunderstorm.  Well done, sir! 

Last night God managed to convince us to not go back to our office for the umbrella that we left there because it was sunny.  Then within 20 minutes, it was an all out war of the worlds with two-inch wide rain drops that caused traffic to stop, the street to become streams, and people to run like gazelles.  Way to go with that hose, God.


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