The Popo

November 14, 2009

NYC Skywatch

Big Brother.

Surprisingly, the appearance of Big Brother close enough to my apartment to whisper sweet nothings into my ear, has had little to no effect on my less legal habits.  Weird.

Things

November 10, 2009

I was surrounded by black women on the work shuttle bus this morning, and when Anita Baker’s “caught up in the rapture” started playing on the radio, the woman behind me started humming. Then another started humming. Another started snapping. And all of a sudden, very very suddenly, they were all singing in chorus. It was great. When we got off the bus, one of them concluded pertly, “CAUGHT UP!” and the driver grunted.

Last night, I was having drinks with a friend at Beauty Bar, and she brought her good buddy, who wore a gold chain and called himself a prettyboy. He said, “I can dance and I teach dance, but I know kung fu, too, and people don’t expect that cause I’m kind of a prettyboy. People just think I’m a prettyboy.”
I sipped my wine and thought, “nope.” But other than that, he was nice. I guess.

November 10, 2009

some girls carry mace, but I think I may start carrying silly string.

Futuristic Babies

October 29, 2009

Sometimes I talk to my friends about what we’re going to do with our future babies.  Which is weird habit because I have no boyfriend and no prospects at the mo’, and perhaps more importantly have zip zero ability to raise a child right now.  That doesn’t mean this isn’t an entertaining exercise, because who wouldn’t want to dress up two babies as a Hamburger and the Hamburglar and watch them chase each other?  Especially if the Burger Baby goes after the Hamburglar…..oh the irony!

October 23, 2009

"baby lobster meat is very tender"

"baby lobster meat is very tender"

His face says it all.  

Sweet costume, bro

October 21, 2009

petergriffinlikeness

I grew up in a suburb, and one Halloween our doorbell rang and we opened the door expecting to see trickortreater—but what was in front of our open door—was another door! Like, a full-on wooden door, that had a sign that said “Please knock.” So we did, and the door swung open to reveal a bunch of college dudes dressed as really old grandmothers, curlers in their hair, etc, who proceeded to coo over our “costumes” and tell us we were “such cute trick or treaters!” One even pinched my cheek. Then THEY gave US candy, closed their door, picked it up and walked to the next house.