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Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: MacKenzie Phillips
The real housepunx of NYC fucked MacKenzie Phillips dad too! But not you!
From the women’s restroom at San Loco.
Miss Heather
Happy Pulaski Day From New York Shitty!
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, New York City
Yes, fellow Greenpointers, it is the big day! Those of you who are interested can get the full rundown today’s festivities by clicking here. Happy merry-making!
Miss Heather
Lost In Greenpoint: Green Card
I found this flier today on Manhattan Avenue between Kent Street and Java Street. By I “Greenpoint” I am presuming this person means Greenpoint Avenue. If you have seen Mr. (or Ms.?) Tutka’s green card do the right thing: contact him (or her) at the above telephone number. Thanks!
Miss Heather
Open In Greenpoint: The Bell Is Back!
Yes folks, the long wait for liquid cheese is over. The Taco Bell/KFC megaplex on McGuinness Boulevard is (back) open for business. What’s more, now it’s halal!
Taco Bell/KFC
208 McGuinness Boulevard
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Miss Heather
A New York Shitty Love Connection
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Bum Shit, Dog Shit, Dung of the Day, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Other Shit, Queens, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Some of you might have gathered from the preponderance of non-Greenpoint content of late that I have been lurking our fair city. This is because my inlaws are in town and they want to see the sights, sounds, and yes, SMELLS of the Big Apple during their brief stay.* Fortunately I have my good friend Rowan and Crappy to keep me in an “outer borough” state of mind.
It all started with a corn stalk (which can be seen at left). My inlaws happen to reside in Iowa. Corn is very common there. Corn is not, however, very common in Greenpoint (which is where this stalk was found). More specifically it was found on Bushwick Inlet between North 14 Street and North 15 Street: an ill-kept, trash ridden sidewalk which sits atop brownfield.
I found this fascinating. Enough so to write a post about it. A week later I walked by only to discover that someone had killed the corn— and the cobs were nowhere to be found.
Rowan (who provided the above photograph) wrote on September 28, 2009:
Saturday evening, around 6:30pm, I decided to check the corn plant. It’s broken in two. Photos to come, but I’m a bit sad that someone destroyed it. Also the Marlboro packet was still there.
To wit I replied:
I noticed that today. Even more frightening is the corn appears to have been taken. Presumably someone ate it. YIKES!
This morning I had the pleasure of moderating Rowan’s rebuttal:
Someone’s going to have very toxic corn poops.
Shortly thereafter I received an ominous email from Queens Crap. It read as follows:
Do you, in your vast annals of dog shit photos, happen to have one that’s laden with corn? If not, you will when I get home from work tonight.
I replied that I did not have such a find in my “vast annals”. Follows is Crappy’s reply:
You won’t be disappointed.
I wasn’t.
This delightful artifact was found at the intersection of DeKalb and Cypress Avenue in Ridgewood. It is proof positive that my buddy across the creek knows blue chip crap when he finds it.
Yummy.
Miss Heather
*And they most, assuredly have. They walked by the Newtown Creek Waste Treatment Plant on Thursday afternoon and partook of a particularly fragrant subway ride today.
New York Shitty Day Starter: Of Love & Loss On Newtown Creek
My Josh/J/Jawsh/O dog,
Good luck in Cincinnati
You’re fucking awesome
I’m glad I met you!
<3 Chelsea XXX
Dude, you fucking rocked my world.
Good luck in the future,
<3 Chelsea
Dude, you fucking rolled my world.
Good luck in the future,
<3 Chelsea
From the scenic overlook of the Pulaski Bridge.*
Miss Heather
*Where you can find these handy new signs for your walking and bicycling pleasure!
GAP AHEAD
GAP
I apologize for the poor quality of the previous two images. It is difficult to take photographs at night (or any other time, for that matter) on the Pulaski when bicyclists are coming at you— at high speed— from both directions. One safety-helmeted lass (riding like a bat out of hell— clearly her own safety and getting to Brooklyn was all she cared about) was kind enough to shout at my mother-in-law (who is visiting our fair city) to get out of her way.
On a lighter note we were provided live entertainment in the way of a NYPD speedtrap cunningly laid in place on the Brooklyn side of the Pulaski. From our eagle-eye view we watched New York’s Finest ticket two people in the course of (maybe) three minutes.
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