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From The New York Shitty Inbox: A Death At McCarren?
Filed under: 11211, 11231, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
The details on this item are scant (as you will see) but here they are. A person we’ll call OK writes:
This am, around 8 or so, cops had a corpse in a body bag waiting for it to be picked up. They were at the usual spot where the drunks / zombies hang out (on the lorimer side).
I’m guessing we’re looking at a case of heat exposure/alcohol poisoning here— but who knows? If what I observed walking around the neighborhood is any indication, the police have been quite busy. If you have the 411 about what happened please share via comments or email at: missheather (at) thatgreenpointblog (dot) com.
Thanks!
Miss Heather
Nice Moves Part II: The Plot Thickens!
As I have mentioned previously, last weekend I caught up with my buddy Rachael over drinks. One of the topics of our conversation was “Nice Moves Movers which I featured on my site last week. I found it compelling. God only knows the commenters at Daily Intel did. And, well, Rachael did as well. She had spotted their flier at the San Loco on North 5 Street and found it, well, a bit odd. Thinking it was a joke she grabbed it for me.
Last night this item finally found its way into my possession. Truth be told, I was not expecting any surprises (I mean, how can you top “pricing flexible depending on circumstance.”) I was wrong.
Dead wrong.
This is the flier I posted.
And this is the one she found. As you can see there has been a change in the rotation. Why? In any case, here’s what Rachael had to say:
I think the photo at the bottom right was taken in 1976. So when you call some creepy old guy will show up at your apartment.
“Perhaps” I replied:
But in any case I do not think I would want this guy moving my precious Steinway. Provided, of course, I had one. He looks like he would lift up the lid and take a nap in it. Then the other guys would wonder why it is so heavy and lo, he’d pop out. It would be like something straight out of The Three Stooges.
After a shred of affirmation I continued:
What happened to the other two guys? Were they fired?
And so the mystery of Nice Moves Movers continues. This establishment have a Yelp page and yet not a single review has been posted. Once again, if anyone hires these guys I a expect a full review— including exactly who shows up on moving day!
Miss Heather
Bedford Avenue Absolut Watch: Small Victory
Some of you might recall that last week I made the acquaintance of the above gentleman. He was painting an advertisement for Absolut Brooklyn on Bedford Avenue. In the course of our conversation I pointed out to him that there was a certain, um, irregularity regarding the numeric order of two adjacent row houses. More specifically I pointed out that they were numbered “400” and “387” respectively and stated:
…In any case you might want to fix that. May I suggest you make the building on the right “398″?
Well today I happened to be back on Bedford…
and I had to know:
Did he or didn’t he (take my advice)?
The answer is…
a qualified yes!
Hey, it isn’t perfection but at least it is a step on the right direction.
Miss Heather
P.S.: While I am on the subject, WTF is this about?
Great Moments In Real Estate Marketing: Hardcore Luxury
When I saw this corker at the corner of Bedford Avenue and North 6 Street today I simply had to document it. As soon as I got home I brought it to the Mister’s attention. I don’t care if he took a personal day today or not: this is important.
This woman simply does not have enough tattoos. Although the one she does have— which looks like it was selected and possibly executed under the influence of narcotics— or possibly in jail— is a good start.
I stated, to get the ball rolling.
She went somewhere very nice that tattoo. I have no doubt she paid a lot of money to make it look like she got it in prison.
The Mister countered.
“Agreed” I said and went on to opine:
There are a number of things wrong with this ad now that I have really looked at it. For starters, why isn’t someone sitting at the table surrounded by empty cans of PBR and Colt 45 cutting up a suspicious white substance with a gold card? Maybe they’re doing it on the granite counter tops in the bathroom instead?
To wit the Mister replied:
What I want to know is where’s the scraggly haired son of bitch passed out on the couch? You know, the one she’s “dating”* to piss her dad off?
I could not have put it better myself. Sorry Edge PR hacks, but until you make the changes we have just outlined (oh yeah, throw in some piercings while you’re at it) this advertisement is a colossal fail.
Miss Heather
*This was not the word the Mister used.
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