August 2006 « newyorkshitty.com

August 30, 2006 Crap Map

As promised, here is the Crap Map for August 30, 2006.

Here is a map which highlights my primary area of interest…

…and here is a pie chart that gives a general run-down of where I found dog shit.

Although I did not conduct my fact-finding mission at the time my tipster [...]

August 30, 2006 Dung of the Day

I recently got a tip to check out Norman Avenue between Guernsey Street and Banker Street. Today I did just that and I did not leave disappointed. They must have dogs the size of Oldsmobiles down there because I beheld some of biggest piles of dog shit I have encountered to date!

Unbe-fucking-lieveable. [...]

New York Shitty is taking submissions!

I genuinely care about my readership. And for that reason I am inaugurating a new feature: you can now email me pictures of dog shit from your ‘hood! I will inspect your submissions and write a weekly critique/synopsis.

My specs are as follows:

150 dpi jpegs. I understand that a number of you will [...]

Hipsters Need Only Apply

I recently noticed that the “for rent” sign has been removed from our apartment building. The apartment in question has been on the market for over two months. It has had no takers (until now, anyway) because it is an overpriced piece of shit.

The landlord has offered this apartment to my husband [...]

Year of the Dog

I was born in the Year of the Dog.

2006, the year I conceived and developed this blog, is the Year of the Dog.

A blog about dog shit created during the Year of the Dog, by someone born on the Year of the Dog seems strangely fitting.

For the above reason(s), it is [...]

August 27, 2006 Crap Map

Like a number of you, I frequently wonder about who (or perhaps more accurately, what) my neighbors are. These musings are usually preceded by my:

finding a new piece porn (homemade or professional, I have found both— on several occasions). watching the police perform their duties. “To protect and serve” hereabouts seems to mean [...]

American Playground Women’s Bathroom

As if bumping into Tarzan last Saturday morning wasn’t a big enough mindfuck, the condition of the of the women’s restroom at the American Playground left me absolutely dumbfounded. It was clean. Terrifyingly clean. “Wipe up the blood from the crime scene with bleach so we don’t get caught by the police” clean.

I [...]