Anyone Want A Kensington Kitten?

September 25, 2008 ·
Filed under: Crazy Cat Lady 

Yat writes:

…i was referred to you by the blogger Jimmy legs who thought you maybe able to help me get the word out about this little stray kitten i found in the Kensington neighborhood of Brooklyn. I have made a blog for her to try and get potential adopter’s attention and would be grateful if u can help spread the word.

She is around 6 to 8 weeks old and was weighing 1.1 pound last Sunday, she is however tested FIV +, although at this early age FIV result are not that accurate and it may turn out that she is not actually infected. But to be on the safe and realistic side she must be adopted into a single cat household so she won’t put any other cats at risk for FIV, and she may not be so suitable for a first time cat owner. Since she could be considered special needs she really need a responsible and caring person to look after her.

Anyone interested in meeting “GEK” should contact her keeper at: grey.eyed.kitten (at) gmail (dot) com. NOTE: she has been successfully litter trained! You can read all about it by clicking here.

Miss Heather

UPDATE: The kitty formerly known as “GEK” has been adopted! She now goes by the (wonderful) name “YoYo”. YAY!

Boobification Photo du Jour: Breast Meat

September 25, 2008 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

From Lorimer Street.

Miss Heather

Williamsburg Photo du Jour: Bridge To Nowhere

September 24, 2008 ·
Filed under: Asshole, Vomit, Williamsburg 

From Bedford Avenue.

Miss Heather

P.S.: For more fun stuff about Ms. Palin click here.

Be advised much of the previous and follows is disgusting.

I for one like her charging rape victims (or their insurance companies) for rape kits (to save the taxpayers the expense). I have worked with victims of violent crime. It is not an experience I will forget anytime soon. Have you ever had a mother SCREAMING at you over the phone that a hospital turned over charges for her daughter’s rape kit to a collection agency?

I have. I referred her to the local “rape shelter”. They paid for it.

Have you ever had a mother yell at you because her son (10 years old, raped by “a man of the cloth”) is trying to kill himself and needs medication?

I have. I referred her to the “boss”. The boss took her call. He got his meds.

Have you, Sarah Palin, ever seen the face of sexual violence? I don’t think so. It was a parade of shameful parents and children passing my desk. Apologizing to me for being there. To get financial assistance for something that was outside their control.

Do you think rape victims were asking for it, Sarah? Or were are they simply a tax a burden?

The office I worked at was funded largely by V.A.W.A.: Violence Against Women Act. If my memory serves me correctly Joe Biden’s office was responsible for this, not you.

Your creds are as follows, Sarah:

  • Beauty Queen/MILF (look it up)
  • Marginally qualified, but panders to the religious right and has a twat
  • Your future son-in-law is a train wreck. He chewed gum “like a tool” during the RNC. We, being the jaded and godless New Yorkers we are, find him fascinating.

I eagerly look forward to your Veep debate Sarah. Cry sexism as much as you want, Biden did more for women than you ever did. Or will.

Subway Poster du Jour: Nassau Avenue

September 24, 2008 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

Rowan5 (who contributed the above photo) writes:

…hahaha! i love it. it reminds me of art history classes where they painted haloes like gold plates in pre-Renaissance days.

Call me odd but I’d choose the dork (Jason Biggs) over the tool (Dane Cook).

Dorks are HOT! Smirking jerk-offs, not so much. Dated the latter, married the previous. Dorks don’t just give you flowers, they’ll clean a cat’s festering asshole and fix your computer. I speak from experience when I say this. That’s what I call sexy!

Jason Biggs, I am *so* yours!

Miss Heather

Thank You Magic Johnson!

September 24, 2008 ·
Filed under: Asshole, Greenpoint Magic 

I see your face on bus shelters exhorting people to get out and walk more because it is good for their well-being (on the behalf of Aetna— if my memory serves me correctly). I started doing just this two years ago (without you or Aetna’s help). It works. Sometimes I walk from Greenpoint to Bed-Stuy, Clinton Hill or Bushwick and back. Just for the fun of it. When was the last time you went to Bed-Stuy, Magic? Just curious. But I digress.

When I get back home (to Greenpoint) I want to rest. This is rather difficult to do given that your development —one which seeks to uplift my humble hood from the utter squalor we lived in before (which wasn’t that bad) —to condos starting at $400,000 a pop —works consistently later than the law allows. Sawing, hammering, dumping garbage into containers. I have heard this at 8:00 p.m., 8:30 p.m. And as of last night even later:

Do you want to promote good health, Magic? If so, make your workers at 110 Green Street stop work at 6:00 p.m.* Sleep deprivation is a killer.

Miss Heather

*And ask them to refrain from verbally abusing women and teenage girls. I have actually made it a point to walk around my— or would that be your block— so I will not be cat-called by your workers. Kisses, hisses, etc.

I’m not the only one.

Boobification Photo du Jour: McGolrick Park

September 24, 2008 ·
Filed under: Area 51, Greenpoint Magic 

I smell varmint poontang, and the only good varmint poontang, is dead varmint poontang, I think.

Carl Spackler, Caddyshack.

Miss Heather

What’s Up On Oak?

September 23, 2008 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

Today I finally bumped into a woman leaving this new storefront (whose address is 97 Oak Street) so I asked her what was going on. Apparently it is going to be a pastry shop. Think something along the lines of “Cheeks” down in Williamsburg, e.g.; no margarine, no corn syrup, etc.

No word as to when they’ll be open but I heard from someone down the street that they recently had a “tasting” and the reviews were very positive!

Miss Heather

To Whom It May Concern At 200 Franklin Street

September 23, 2008 ·
Filed under: Asshole, Greenpoint Magic 

If you are going to violate a Stop Work Order (and it is pretty clear that you are) could you be a little more discreet about it? I mean, having two cement trucks grinding away on the street is a little obvious. What’s more, your workers might want to take a little more care handling the stuff (READ: cement) coming out of said trucks. Blindly flinging a hose into a wheelbarrow might result in someone (READ: me) getting spritzed IN THE FACE, HAIR AND CHEST with cement.

See those little flecks on the above pair of sunglasses (which I happened to be wearing at the time of said incident)? That is your cement, dude. Had I not been wearing sunglasses that shit would have gotten in my eyes. Not only is this a woeful waste of construction material, but in some circles splattering cement in someone’s face would be considered RUDE.

Mind you the previous are all only suggestions. If you want to go for a third Stop Work Order (and I am increasingly of the impression you are), keep it up.

Now if you don’t mind, I’m off to take a bath and mull over calling 311.

Asshole.

Miss Heather

Boobification Photo du Jour: Nassau Avenue

September 23, 2008 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

Remember ladies: if your package weighs more than 13 ounces be sure to take it to the post office for proper handling. This public service announcement was brought to you courtesy of the United States Postal Service* and New York Shitty.

Miss Heather

*Not really, obviously.

Introducing Bad Date Haiku

September 23, 2008 ·
Filed under: Area 51 

As some of you have probably noticed my posting of late has been a bit sporadic. The reason for this is two-fold:

  1. I have been very, very busy. Mostly with taking our pets to and from the veterinarian.
  2. I have at long last directed my attention to other creative endeavors.

Like this.

Bad Date Haiku came into being the way most good things do: procrastination. Last week my buddy over at Bad Advice and I were talking on the phone about bad dates. We both had better things to do but quite frankly we were having fun. At one point she rolled out a real doozy and it struck me:

That sounded a lot like a haiku.

I told her this and an hour later I got the ball rolling by emailing her my very own bad date haiku. Needless to say it snowballed from there. More people started participating, our inboxes got fuller and fuller and we finally decided “Why not share the joy with the world?”.

So we did.

At some point we’re going to roll this over into a bona fide web site. In the meantime you can savor Bad Date Haiku version 1.0 (as constructed by the ever fabulous Bad Advice) by clicking here. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed creating it! (WARNING: some images NSFW.)

Miss Heather