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My office, as it happens, is directly above the Museum of Sex. They post sex-related factoids on their windows facing Fifth Avenue in the Flatiron District.

My favorite being: The Argentinian Lake duck has a penis that is 19-inches long and shaped like a corkscrew

New Yorkers: They opened their revamped gift shop just in time for holiday dildos!

The only place in the City...
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iamthelaw:
Yup. Corkscrew.
discoquette:
hello boy I m glad you enjoy my set, thanks for your sweet comment smile
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Much funnier than they intended: Morrissey web store apologizes for mentioning turkey in Thanksgiving mass e-mailing.
iamthelaw:
The Official Morrissey Webstore wishes to apologize to Morrissey store mailing list members who may have seen the mass e-mail advertisement that was sent out after Thanksgiving which mentioned eating turkey. Morrissey is a strict vegetarian and abhors the killing of defenseless animals for food. This ad was not endorsed in any way by Morrissey.
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As much as social networking tools have revolutionized the way we connect, they have revolutionized the way I find out what other people think about the weather.

For example: "I'm cold"

Does this need to broadcast our states of mind and body make us hyper awarene of them? Is "I'm cold" a default when we sit down and simply have nothing to say?






iamthelaw:
That said, I'm cold
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Hasids v. Hotties


Since when does a religious sect get to dictate transportation policy, based solely on men's inability to not become sexually aroused ... outside of Afghanistan?
hollystar:
miao!!
minie:
one that is afraid of the outside world. here is a good question....
will religion be as affective as it once was in a post-modern, globalized world?
seems many religions are based on ignorance and fear of the changing world
outside their fence. Islam, Christianity and Judaism seem to cling to old archaic
beliefs that suppress women's rights...hmmmm....
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Dang. Who sent winter the invitation? This morning's weather featured frigid wind blowing needles.

And who was the wise guy who went running in the gloaming of dawn in brutal 23 degrees? Moi. (Any excuse to break out the spandex).

I'm having a difficult time determining whether that means I'm conscientious, masochistic, or narcissistic.

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"Its hard to come up with any clearly productive financial innovations of recent decades other than the ATM" - Krugman
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iamthelaw:
SO what you're saying is that the only "productive innovation of recent decades" kind of sucks! I think you are correct MiniE
minie:
Let's see it has been created to benefit the capitalism we inhale everyday.
I remember when we had to walk into a bank and show our I.D's to the teller
to pull money out of our accounts. If you wanted your money bad enough
you literally had to get in your car and drive to the bank (during bank hours)
to get money...I miss those days. My money seemed to last longer back
then...way back then...now it is a fleeting love affair my money and I have.
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Heading back to New York today makes me feel like a Hobbit heading to Mordor. I've been back in Georgia for a few days helping my mom bring my steppop back from the hospital.

After Thanksgiving dinner, instead of slipping into the sweet embrace of a tryptophan-laced nap, Steppop had a stroke. Freaked us all out pretty good.

I came back Saturday to help with...
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iamthelaw:
Hilarious. So adding you to the mix would really complicate things: It would be 33.3% New York, 33.3% Georgia, and 33.3% Georgia. It could never workmiao!!.
l1vingdeadgurl:
If it was me, given that my life is extremely complicated now, I would probably choose the simplicity of Georgia. Although I do love New York. I suppose I am the wrong person to ask.
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Everything I learned about modern air travel, I learned from Franz Kafka.

Flew back home to help my mom take care of my ailing steppop and got caught in an epic series of delays between New York, D.C. and my final destination: Augusta, Georgia. On the way, I met a weird hungover nurse stuck in D.C. on her way home from Vegas and an overly...
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Being a litigator brings its own genre of anxiety dreams.

I dreamed recently that I was in court at calendar call waiting to give an oral argument on a false arrest case. I was sitting quietly, looking at my notes and thumbing through my iPhone.

The Clerk called my case. I stood up, adjusted my tie, walked confidently up to the bench and, as I...
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