This, without question, is one of the top-ten headlines I've come across this calendar year.
Remember, boys and girls...just say no.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Thursday, February 08, 2007
File Under: Holy Shit, I Didn't See That Coming
RIP Anna Nicole Smith...
Guess this really screws up TrimSpa's future as a successful product (like it had a chance in the first place).
Yikes...
Guess this really screws up TrimSpa's future as a successful product (like it had a chance in the first place).
Yikes...
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
The Names Change But The Asshole Is Still The Same
The Asshole Du Jour is New York State Sen. Carl Kruger, who actually admitted -- officially -- that today he will propose legislation banning people in New York City proper (that is, Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx and Staten Island) from crossing the street while using an iPod.
Yes, you read right. This moron feels that there have been enough young people killed because they were distracted by iPods, Blackberry devices, PSPs or other portable entertainment devices, cellphones, etc., to warrant a ban against what he feels is rapidly becoming a "major public safety crisis."
It wasn't enough that the State (actually, the Federal Government) advised us that we had to wear seatbelts or we'd be fined. Then they told us we couldn't drive and talk on our cell phones, although plenty of people are so oblivious to the laws that they still do -- and they are awful drivers whether or not they're yapping away about last night's bar activities.
Then they banned trans fat, so even if I want to slowly kill myself by gorging on 21 pounds of KFC a day, I'll need to drive to another state to do so.
And to top it off, I now have to stop at the sidewalk, turn off my iPod and remove my earphones before crossing the street?
When did the state -- or the Federal Government -- become my parent? When did Chuck Schumer, Hilary Clinton or this other shitbird, Kruger, decide to step in and waste his time and mine by sounding off on something so stupid and so ridiculous that if I was his fellow state senator I'd propose we all get in line and give this imbecile each ten kicks in the ass or the head (as if there's a difference). Why do these morons think they can legislate our safety with these silly, convoluted ideas? Ban can openers because a lot of people slip while they're opening their stewed prunes and cut themselves. Or ban the stewed prunes themselves, they cause air pollution. Or ban the factories that make the stewed prunes.
When did Darwin's Theory of Evolution get tossed aside? How is it that a bunch of -- presumably, according to this nimrod Kruger's plan -- dumb people get ahold of iPods and get killed or injured while crossing the street? If you are in possession of an iPod -- whether you got it as a gift, you stole it or you borrowed your Uncle Ned's iPod -- and you could master the click-wheel but couldn't master the art of being careful while crossing the street, you don't need the intervention or the supervision of a state senator; you need a parent, and your parent needs a leash. The Senate -- state or otherwise -- is not a parent, is not a group of parents, and should go back to doing non-parental things, like regulating laws, tax rates, and insuring criminals are behind bars; fining dimwits who can't navigate the street and an iPod simultaneously should not be on the docket.
How about we ban overzealous dingleberry senators who obviously have nothing better to do than waste our time?
Someone get Carl Kruger directions to A Place Called Reality, because he's clearly lost and seems to be having a hard time finding it.
Yes, you read right. This moron feels that there have been enough young people killed because they were distracted by iPods, Blackberry devices, PSPs or other portable entertainment devices, cellphones, etc., to warrant a ban against what he feels is rapidly becoming a "major public safety crisis."
It wasn't enough that the State (actually, the Federal Government) advised us that we had to wear seatbelts or we'd be fined. Then they told us we couldn't drive and talk on our cell phones, although plenty of people are so oblivious to the laws that they still do -- and they are awful drivers whether or not they're yapping away about last night's bar activities.
Then they banned trans fat, so even if I want to slowly kill myself by gorging on 21 pounds of KFC a day, I'll need to drive to another state to do so.
And to top it off, I now have to stop at the sidewalk, turn off my iPod and remove my earphones before crossing the street?
When did the state -- or the Federal Government -- become my parent? When did Chuck Schumer, Hilary Clinton or this other shitbird, Kruger, decide to step in and waste his time and mine by sounding off on something so stupid and so ridiculous that if I was his fellow state senator I'd propose we all get in line and give this imbecile each ten kicks in the ass or the head (as if there's a difference). Why do these morons think they can legislate our safety with these silly, convoluted ideas? Ban can openers because a lot of people slip while they're opening their stewed prunes and cut themselves. Or ban the stewed prunes themselves, they cause air pollution. Or ban the factories that make the stewed prunes.
When did Darwin's Theory of Evolution get tossed aside? How is it that a bunch of -- presumably, according to this nimrod Kruger's plan -- dumb people get ahold of iPods and get killed or injured while crossing the street? If you are in possession of an iPod -- whether you got it as a gift, you stole it or you borrowed your Uncle Ned's iPod -- and you could master the click-wheel but couldn't master the art of being careful while crossing the street, you don't need the intervention or the supervision of a state senator; you need a parent, and your parent needs a leash. The Senate -- state or otherwise -- is not a parent, is not a group of parents, and should go back to doing non-parental things, like regulating laws, tax rates, and insuring criminals are behind bars; fining dimwits who can't navigate the street and an iPod simultaneously should not be on the docket.
How about we ban overzealous dingleberry senators who obviously have nothing better to do than waste our time?
Someone get Carl Kruger directions to A Place Called Reality, because he's clearly lost and seems to be having a hard time finding it.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Like A Feather In The Wind
Despite the title of today's post being a direct rip-off of lyrics from Led Zeppelin's "All My Love," today's post has nothing to do with romance. Instead, it owes its inspiration to the fact that some people are just way, way out there.
Our story focuses on U.S. Navy Capt. Lisa Nowak, 43, a married mother of three who was chosen by NASA to be shot into space this past July to the international space station. Ms. Nowak, apparently, however, was seeing stars when she met Discovery astronaut Navy Cmdr. William Oefelein. She and Oefelein had some sort of relationship -- to what degree is somewhat unclear -- but apparently, Oefelein, who has two children but remains unmarried, was, according to Nowak, also seeing another woman named Colleen Shipman. So Ms. Nowak decided to track down Ms. Shipman and "defend her turf."
So, like any other strong, confident female astronaut, Ms. Nowak got into her car in Houston, equipped with the following items: a wig, a BB gun, a steel mallet, a 4-inch folding knife, rubber tubing, $600 and garbage bags. After searching her vehicle, police found a pepper spray package, an unused BB-gun cartridge, latex gloves and e-mails between Shipman and Oefelein. They also found a letter “that indicated how much Mrs. Nowak loved Mr. Oefelein,” an opened package for a buck knife, Shipman’s home address and hand written directions to the address, the arrest affidavit said.
Apparently, it turns out, Ms. Nowak decided to drive -- really, really fast -- from Houston to Orlando to intercept Ms. Shipman, who was due to fly from Houston to Orlando -- to make this confrontation happen. She was in such a hurry that she purchased and wore diapers in order to avoid having to stop to go to the bathroom (nice touch -- I never thought of trying that).
Essentially, police say that Ms. Nowak intended to intimidate or kidnap Ms. Shipman to prevent her from maintaining a relationship with Oefelein. Hence the Buck knife, the pepper spray, the tubing, the garbage bags and, of course, the diapers, which astronauts wear during takeoffs and landings. Personally, I think the diapers are a poignant tribute to Mr. Oefelein; how many women would don a pair of Pampers and drive a thousand miles just to confront the one you love? Ms. Nowak must be very special indeed.
Either that, or she's really, really out there.
Incidentally, what first attracted me to this story of an out-of-this-world love triangle gone bad was not the driving-in-diapers angle, although that would be sufficient under normal circumstances. It was a news report on NYC's ABC affiliate's reporting on this particular story. They indicated that NASA would probably never allow Ms. Nowak to go into space again because she was apparently so mentally unhinged. Moreover, authorities, once they had captured Ms. Nowak, were holding Ms. Nowak without bond.
Apparently, it's because she's a flight risk.
Our story focuses on U.S. Navy Capt. Lisa Nowak, 43, a married mother of three who was chosen by NASA to be shot into space this past July to the international space station. Ms. Nowak, apparently, however, was seeing stars when she met Discovery astronaut Navy Cmdr. William Oefelein. She and Oefelein had some sort of relationship -- to what degree is somewhat unclear -- but apparently, Oefelein, who has two children but remains unmarried, was, according to Nowak, also seeing another woman named Colleen Shipman. So Ms. Nowak decided to track down Ms. Shipman and "defend her turf."
So, like any other strong, confident female astronaut, Ms. Nowak got into her car in Houston, equipped with the following items: a wig, a BB gun, a steel mallet, a 4-inch folding knife, rubber tubing, $600 and garbage bags. After searching her vehicle, police found a pepper spray package, an unused BB-gun cartridge, latex gloves and e-mails between Shipman and Oefelein. They also found a letter “that indicated how much Mrs. Nowak loved Mr. Oefelein,” an opened package for a buck knife, Shipman’s home address and hand written directions to the address, the arrest affidavit said.
Apparently, it turns out, Ms. Nowak decided to drive -- really, really fast -- from Houston to Orlando to intercept Ms. Shipman, who was due to fly from Houston to Orlando -- to make this confrontation happen. She was in such a hurry that she purchased and wore diapers in order to avoid having to stop to go to the bathroom (nice touch -- I never thought of trying that).
Essentially, police say that Ms. Nowak intended to intimidate or kidnap Ms. Shipman to prevent her from maintaining a relationship with Oefelein. Hence the Buck knife, the pepper spray, the tubing, the garbage bags and, of course, the diapers, which astronauts wear during takeoffs and landings. Personally, I think the diapers are a poignant tribute to Mr. Oefelein; how many women would don a pair of Pampers and drive a thousand miles just to confront the one you love? Ms. Nowak must be very special indeed.
Either that, or she's really, really out there.
Incidentally, what first attracted me to this story of an out-of-this-world love triangle gone bad was not the driving-in-diapers angle, although that would be sufficient under normal circumstances. It was a news report on NYC's ABC affiliate's reporting on this particular story. They indicated that NASA would probably never allow Ms. Nowak to go into space again because she was apparently so mentally unhinged. Moreover, authorities, once they had captured Ms. Nowak, were holding Ms. Nowak without bond.
Apparently, it's because she's a flight risk.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Not Quite Super
Super Bowl Sunday can usually be regarded as a holiday for sports fans, but the truth is, unless you are a football fan and have no regard for any one particular team, Super Bowl Sunday is a bit of a high/low conundrum. Sure, it's exciting watching a Final -- no matter the sport -- so whether it's a Game 7 of the NBA Finals, the World Series or the Stanley Cup Playoffs, Game 7 -- the last game -- is always exciting because it's a last chance to win it all or lose it all.
But in football, it's Game 7 without games one through six. Fail in the Super Bowl and you're everafter tagged as a choker, a loser or merely regarded as a footnote in an otherwise stellar history of football's biggest game.
My problem with the Super Bowl, of course, is not that this pressure seems artificial, stilted or tense; Game 7's, and Super Bowls, can be among the most exciting games in all of sports. They should be. My problem is that when/if my team isn't participating -- whether the Yankees, the Rangers, the Knicks (or the Giants in the Super Bowl) -- it makes it sort of non-interesting. Granted, I'd rather watch two teams -- like this year's, the Colts and the Bears -- compete in the Super Bowl than a spring training game featuring the Yankees and the Twins. However, I enjoy the sport -- whichever sport that may be -- because I enjoy watching my team compete. So a Colts/Bears Super Bowl is exciting, but I think that more people watch despite the football than they do because of the football. All the other crap -- the ads, the half-time show, the music, the pomp, the circumstance -- it's exciting, but it gets in the way of a game that I, in theory, really want to watch, or really don't care about one way or the other.
Like I said, it's a conundrum.
As a sidebar, something I find very interesting is that the majority of the non-football action -- everything, actually, aside from the ads -- is geared to reach the "pop" audience. So seeing Britney Spears, Janet Jackson, Justin Timberlake, Madonna, what have you -- is beyond insignificant to me. I would change the channel if I saw any of these particular performers hit the screen, so having to watch the Super Bowl and awaiting the start of the second half, or of some really clever, memorable ads, is akin to masturbating with a cheese grater -- it gets worse by the minute, if not sooner.
Seeing Paul McCartney perform was great -- knowing that he in his latter years can still entertain a crowd made me smile. What bothered me was that the majority of the crowd appeared to be 12-year-old kids who probably have no concept of who McCartney is and why his place in the history of music is so significant. And why they were jumping up and down is a mystery to me; either a) they were picked from a group that has exceedingly problematic genital infections that itch considerably, or b) they were advised by the Super Bowl Halftime Show staff to jump up and down and pretend they were having fun. My guess is it's the latter, although these days, one never knows.
The other thing that has stuck with me with respect to recent Super Bowl history was the Janet Jackson wardrobe malfunction. And that reeked of anything but spontaneity -- it clearly was planned. Nothing wrong with that, of course -- but the whole point of the Super Bowl is the excitement of knowing that anything can happen -- not that MTV specifically okayed Janet Jackson to flash America her right pancake during an extended yawnfest. For that to be one of the most memorable -- or infamous -- memories associated with the Super Bowl, at least that in recent memory -- says plenty about what happens between the lines -- and what doesn't.
One day, I hope the game returns to its roots -- a celebration of football, the best two teams from the NFL, and the spirit of competition. I'd like to see them remove "media day," the two-week hype leading up to the game, and all the related bullshit that pervades what should, essentially, be, sixty minutes of quality football.
Oh, and if at all possible, I'd like to see the Giants represent the NFC more often.
Enjoy Super Bowl Sunday, enjoy the party, and enjoy the ads. And while you're at it, enjoy the game itself.
But in football, it's Game 7 without games one through six. Fail in the Super Bowl and you're everafter tagged as a choker, a loser or merely regarded as a footnote in an otherwise stellar history of football's biggest game.
My problem with the Super Bowl, of course, is not that this pressure seems artificial, stilted or tense; Game 7's, and Super Bowls, can be among the most exciting games in all of sports. They should be. My problem is that when/if my team isn't participating -- whether the Yankees, the Rangers, the Knicks (or the Giants in the Super Bowl) -- it makes it sort of non-interesting. Granted, I'd rather watch two teams -- like this year's, the Colts and the Bears -- compete in the Super Bowl than a spring training game featuring the Yankees and the Twins. However, I enjoy the sport -- whichever sport that may be -- because I enjoy watching my team compete. So a Colts/Bears Super Bowl is exciting, but I think that more people watch despite the football than they do because of the football. All the other crap -- the ads, the half-time show, the music, the pomp, the circumstance -- it's exciting, but it gets in the way of a game that I, in theory, really want to watch, or really don't care about one way or the other.
Like I said, it's a conundrum.
As a sidebar, something I find very interesting is that the majority of the non-football action -- everything, actually, aside from the ads -- is geared to reach the "pop" audience. So seeing Britney Spears, Janet Jackson, Justin Timberlake, Madonna, what have you -- is beyond insignificant to me. I would change the channel if I saw any of these particular performers hit the screen, so having to watch the Super Bowl and awaiting the start of the second half, or of some really clever, memorable ads, is akin to masturbating with a cheese grater -- it gets worse by the minute, if not sooner.
Seeing Paul McCartney perform was great -- knowing that he in his latter years can still entertain a crowd made me smile. What bothered me was that the majority of the crowd appeared to be 12-year-old kids who probably have no concept of who McCartney is and why his place in the history of music is so significant. And why they were jumping up and down is a mystery to me; either a) they were picked from a group that has exceedingly problematic genital infections that itch considerably, or b) they were advised by the Super Bowl Halftime Show staff to jump up and down and pretend they were having fun. My guess is it's the latter, although these days, one never knows.
The other thing that has stuck with me with respect to recent Super Bowl history was the Janet Jackson wardrobe malfunction. And that reeked of anything but spontaneity -- it clearly was planned. Nothing wrong with that, of course -- but the whole point of the Super Bowl is the excitement of knowing that anything can happen -- not that MTV specifically okayed Janet Jackson to flash America her right pancake during an extended yawnfest. For that to be one of the most memorable -- or infamous -- memories associated with the Super Bowl, at least that in recent memory -- says plenty about what happens between the lines -- and what doesn't.
One day, I hope the game returns to its roots -- a celebration of football, the best two teams from the NFL, and the spirit of competition. I'd like to see them remove "media day," the two-week hype leading up to the game, and all the related bullshit that pervades what should, essentially, be, sixty minutes of quality football.
Oh, and if at all possible, I'd like to see the Giants represent the NFC more often.
Enjoy Super Bowl Sunday, enjoy the party, and enjoy the ads. And while you're at it, enjoy the game itself.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
I Got Yer Refill Right Here
Fresh off a bit of snowfall, a lot of work and some really cold winter weather, I've been going through the motions a bit; between getting everything addressed workwise, gearing up for the party in March, planning a mini Superbowl gathering of friends and attending a birthday dinner last night, it's been a crazy week.
Most of the workload is busy-season stuff; my busy season starts on January 1 and ends on December 31, but for the other half of the office, now is the time to gear up for the push that ends in March. So between now and March, it's full-speed, balls-to-the-wall, now-or-never (add your own cliche here) excitement. Most of it doesn't directly affect me, but since there's a greater load to shoulder and the tension is amped up, and since the flow of work and monies increases ten- or twenty-fold, it obviously has its affect on me and what I need to accomplish on a daily basis. For the most part, essentially, we're getting a lot of paper in, getting a lot of paper out, and getting everything organized -- in fact, organized chaos is pretty much how I'd describe it. My dad and my sister are humming along at three-quarters speed; the big push will come in the next couple or so weeks. Meantime, I'm just trying not to get in the way while I do what I need to do in and out of the office.
Since we filed a bunch of applications, they've all been through the preliminary processing phase and now they're all hitting the desks of inspectors, which means I need to be on call for on-site building inspections all over -- mostly in Manhattan, but some in Queens, Brooklyn and maybe one or two in the Bronx. The inspectors all know me -- in a good way -- so they give me first crack at their first appointments, meaning I can work with them to schedule inspections at times that don't completely fuck up my day. So instead of having an 11AM visit downtown, I can schedule it first thing or at the absolute end of the day, thus not screwing up the rest of it -- it might not seem like much, but Monday I've got a first-thing inspection in the 30's on Park then a meeting with a contractor thereafter, and every time my Monday starts with me running around first thing, it pretty much dictates what kind of week I'm in for -- so I guess it will be yet another busy, run-around, pressure-packed week. It could be worse -- there could be little or no work to be had -- but every so often a quiet period is nice to experience. If and when I see one I'll let you know...
Meanwhile, last night a group of about a dozen of us celebrated LisaB's birthday at Zoe. It was nice for many of the obvious reasons: Zoe is a great restaurant (which I think I originally suggested to Lisa as a good spot in Soho for tasty eats), it was restaurant week so it wasn't mongo-pricey, and despite the weather I had a half-block walk from the R train to the restaurant. Oh yeah...the company wasn't bad either :) Actually, of the attendees, I knew half of the people and met the other half -- including Julie, proprietor of Rabid Rabbits & Psycho Squirrels, so between hanging with people I knew and meeting the ones I didn't, it was great -- and I'd traded e-mails with Julie for awhile so meeting her in person was great. Overall, it was a very nice night. We started at 7:30 and went 'til about 10:30ish. Most of us bitched (or gloated about having Tivo/DVR) in connection with missing the Top Chef finale on Bravo -- no, I won't reveal who won -- but despite missing the show, it was nice that just about all of us were pushing for Ilan, the New York line cook, instead of Marcel, who Anthony Bourdain described as an amalgam of Julia Child and Charles Manson. Basically, despite the fact I missed the finale, the celebration was lots of fun, and the cab-ride home was as well. Between Lisa, Shari (another attendee) and I, we were going through our collective memory banks to figure out which of the restaurants we'd been to were worthwhile and which were dreck, and for the most part, most of our collective experience was positive, as was the fact that three of us, with our winter coats, our bags and Lisa's packages strewn about the backseat (thanks to a driver who hit every hemorrhoid-inspiring pothole -- thankyouverymuch) had a fun cab ride home. I dropped the ladies off on their mutual street -- they live two buildings from each other -- and managed to walk into my place at around 10:58 and was thus able to see who won the Top Chef finale. Watching the last minute or so felt like I'd skipped the bulk of War & Peace and went right for the last page, but it felt good knowing I wouldn't have to stay up until 2AM to find out who won during the rebroadcast.
I managed to grab a few shots of the entire group, but since I was ordered to keep 'em private, I'll have them up on The House of Boogie Flickr Site in the next day or so -- password protected with only the attendees given the option of visitation. Overall, it was a lot of fun; the only disappointment, as per usual, was that Kaia wasn't there. Such is life (for the time being).
In either case, to the attendees: Lisa, hope you had a lot of fun and a happy birthday; Linny, glad you made it on time-ish; Julie, nice to meet you; Shari, I'll e-mail you those exploratory photos we discussed in the cab; and to Alex and Doggy, we'll see you in March. To the rest of the group, 'twas great meeting you all and we should definitely do it again soon, only in warmer clime or season, and on a weekend (or at least not on a school night).
Cheers for now!
PS If any reader is asking him- or herself who Anthony Bourdain is, shame on you. And yes, I know when I use that expression I sound like my grandmother. Shame on you again.
Most of the workload is busy-season stuff; my busy season starts on January 1 and ends on December 31, but for the other half of the office, now is the time to gear up for the push that ends in March. So between now and March, it's full-speed, balls-to-the-wall, now-or-never (add your own cliche here) excitement. Most of it doesn't directly affect me, but since there's a greater load to shoulder and the tension is amped up, and since the flow of work and monies increases ten- or twenty-fold, it obviously has its affect on me and what I need to accomplish on a daily basis. For the most part, essentially, we're getting a lot of paper in, getting a lot of paper out, and getting everything organized -- in fact, organized chaos is pretty much how I'd describe it. My dad and my sister are humming along at three-quarters speed; the big push will come in the next couple or so weeks. Meantime, I'm just trying not to get in the way while I do what I need to do in and out of the office.
Since we filed a bunch of applications, they've all been through the preliminary processing phase and now they're all hitting the desks of inspectors, which means I need to be on call for on-site building inspections all over -- mostly in Manhattan, but some in Queens, Brooklyn and maybe one or two in the Bronx. The inspectors all know me -- in a good way -- so they give me first crack at their first appointments, meaning I can work with them to schedule inspections at times that don't completely fuck up my day. So instead of having an 11AM visit downtown, I can schedule it first thing or at the absolute end of the day, thus not screwing up the rest of it -- it might not seem like much, but Monday I've got a first-thing inspection in the 30's on Park then a meeting with a contractor thereafter, and every time my Monday starts with me running around first thing, it pretty much dictates what kind of week I'm in for -- so I guess it will be yet another busy, run-around, pressure-packed week. It could be worse -- there could be little or no work to be had -- but every so often a quiet period is nice to experience. If and when I see one I'll let you know...
Meanwhile, last night a group of about a dozen of us celebrated LisaB's birthday at Zoe. It was nice for many of the obvious reasons: Zoe is a great restaurant (which I think I originally suggested to Lisa as a good spot in Soho for tasty eats), it was restaurant week so it wasn't mongo-pricey, and despite the weather I had a half-block walk from the R train to the restaurant. Oh yeah...the company wasn't bad either :) Actually, of the attendees, I knew half of the people and met the other half -- including Julie, proprietor of Rabid Rabbits & Psycho Squirrels, so between hanging with people I knew and meeting the ones I didn't, it was great -- and I'd traded e-mails with Julie for awhile so meeting her in person was great. Overall, it was a very nice night. We started at 7:30 and went 'til about 10:30ish. Most of us bitched (or gloated about having Tivo/DVR) in connection with missing the Top Chef finale on Bravo -- no, I won't reveal who won -- but despite missing the show, it was nice that just about all of us were pushing for Ilan, the New York line cook, instead of Marcel, who Anthony Bourdain described as an amalgam of Julia Child and Charles Manson. Basically, despite the fact I missed the finale, the celebration was lots of fun, and the cab-ride home was as well. Between Lisa, Shari (another attendee) and I, we were going through our collective memory banks to figure out which of the restaurants we'd been to were worthwhile and which were dreck, and for the most part, most of our collective experience was positive, as was the fact that three of us, with our winter coats, our bags and Lisa's packages strewn about the backseat (thanks to a driver who hit every hemorrhoid-inspiring pothole -- thankyouverymuch) had a fun cab ride home. I dropped the ladies off on their mutual street -- they live two buildings from each other -- and managed to walk into my place at around 10:58 and was thus able to see who won the Top Chef finale. Watching the last minute or so felt like I'd skipped the bulk of War & Peace and went right for the last page, but it felt good knowing I wouldn't have to stay up until 2AM to find out who won during the rebroadcast.
I managed to grab a few shots of the entire group, but since I was ordered to keep 'em private, I'll have them up on The House of Boogie Flickr Site in the next day or so -- password protected with only the attendees given the option of visitation. Overall, it was a lot of fun; the only disappointment, as per usual, was that Kaia wasn't there. Such is life (for the time being).
In either case, to the attendees: Lisa, hope you had a lot of fun and a happy birthday; Linny, glad you made it on time-ish; Julie, nice to meet you; Shari, I'll e-mail you those exploratory photos we discussed in the cab; and to Alex and Doggy, we'll see you in March. To the rest of the group, 'twas great meeting you all and we should definitely do it again soon, only in warmer clime or season, and on a weekend (or at least not on a school night).
Cheers for now!
PS If any reader is asking him- or herself who Anthony Bourdain is, shame on you. And yes, I know when I use that expression I sound like my grandmother. Shame on you again.
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