Filed under: Area 51
This one goes out to my buddy over at Best View In Brooklyn.* Not only was she not disturbed by my flagrant act of boobification in her neighborhood (that being Sunset Park for those of you who are not in the know), but she was gracious enough to link to it. As did mcbrooklyn.
*Although I dispute her claim as having the “best view in Brooklyn”. Who wouldn’t want to look at these gals every night? I do! What’s more when conditions are right it comes with smell-o-vision!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
I wonder if “SHAM” is a subsidiary of Dewey, Cheatem and Howe?
The fiendish friend I like to call the Humboldt hurler!
On a lark I decided to swing back by my favorite haunted house to see how things are progressing. They have— indeed, progressed— what’s more, what their neighbor said last week was true…
IT DOES GET BETTER EACH YEAR! Here are a few highlights of the finished product*. Enjoy!
Mad scientist: check.
Ghoul gnawing on an unarticulated hunk of human flesh: gotcha covered!
What would a Halloween display be without a guillotine? LAME AS HELL, that’s what!
Mummies and ghouls and vampires, oh my!
I can’t really find the words to adequately describe this one. That’s okay. I don’t think there are any.
Dead man walking hanging.
Here’s a neighbor appreciating the final product.
Not only is the haunted house of Humboldt complete, but they’re firing up at night. That means live vomiting, kids! I have it on decent intelligence the vomit might be green this year —but I suppose the only way to find out for certain is to head back at night. As the woman married to the mastermind behind this diabolical creation so sagely said this afternoon:
He’s the one who does this, I just try to keep out of it.
Understood. In more ways than you can possibly imagine, comrade!
P.S.: This post goes out to Tony and the fab folks on Humboldt. People like you are the reason I live in Greenpoint. YOU ROCK!
*You can see the rest here.
I didn’t quite get the placement right (try taping a pair of tits to a wall while balancing on a standpipe) but I don’t think it diminishes the finished product very much. If anything it augments it— in more ways than one.
You know what they say: three tits are better than two!
There are troubled times we live in. You can see the pressure on people’s faces when you walk down the street. Whatever the source of this collective tension is it is pretty damned serious. Enough so that my fellow Brooklynites seem to be losing their clothes at an alarming rate. In the hopes that these errant articles of apparel might be reunited with their rightful owners I am posting them here.
Green Street: Scarf and Fozzy Bear panties
Manhattan Avenue: pair of white socks
Green Street (again): A solitary striped sock with a unicorn on it.
Ashland Place: corduroy shorts, brown cotton shirt, shoes.
If any of you have seen a chap at large (and very much au naturel) in Ft. Greene recently you might want to advise him his outfit (from October 5, 2008) can be located just across the street from BAM.
It would appear that 97 Green Street “G1″ is not Sarah Palin country.
P.S.: You can see an enlarged image of the above-depicted flow chart by clicking here.
(or more than meets the eye)
Sunday evening the Mr. and I were walking down Calyer Street when we encountered this, a most frightening Halloween-feline-in training.
Intrigued, we went in for a closer look…
…and in so doing discovered a cache of seriously spooky goodness! I took a number of photographs but alas without the aid of a tripod they came out blurry. So at 5:00 p.m. yesterday I swung by this house for a second try.
Not only did I great some fun photographs (as you will see) but I met the man behind the woman behind this magnificent display of Halloween spirit. His name is Tony and he was whiling away the late afternoon by doing a little edge trimming and knocking back a brewski.
He was genuinely taken aback by my glee and gave me the scoop:
My wife does this every year. She just starts decorating, adding a little bit every night until she’s done. I never know what she is going to do.
The cobwebs are the latest addition. She added them this weekend. I really like the decapitated head gracing the top of the lamppost.
Abandon all hope ye who enter here!
This diminutive vampire graces their porch swing.
Protected by death.
I call this one “Specter with Siding”.
This work-in-progress really needs to be seen in person to truly be appreciated. I for one am making it a point to swing by on Halloween. That when Tony will dust off his special chainsaw (one with the chain removed from it) and fire it up “for the kids”. Hopefully he means “kids of all ages”. I really want to see Tony in action with his chainsaw!
Filed under: Williamsburg
After witnessing what can only described as a melee (replete with police helicopters) last Friday night I would be sorely remiss if I did not pass this item along. Anyone wishing to participate in this “peaceful walk to the 90th Precinct” should be sure to arrive at Washington Park before 7:30 p.m. (when this demonstration is scheduled to begin).
Take Back Your Neighborhood
October 17, 2008 7:30 p.m.
South 5th & Roebling
Brooklyn, New York 11211
Filed under: Williamsburg
Yesterday we became acquainted with what the Gowanus Lounge called “The Greenpoint Mattress Mountain“. Today I thought it would only be appropriate to follow it up with some more street furniture…
I love the way he’s watching over these mattresses. Mattresses that are no doubt infested with bedbugs.
These are not just any bedbugs, Judy. They are bedbugs with the audacity of hope!
After writing about the bag depicted to the left LAST WEEK it has come to my attention via Gothamist that the New York Post has brought this to the attention of the Russian Orthodox Church (with predictable results). Way to go guys, that’s what I call professionalism! Perhaps I should provide you with my mailing address so you can simply cut me a check (READ: finders fee) every time you use my web site for news leads without citing it? Would that make it easier for you?