Hair gel and traffic. Two totally unrelated things. You know I'm always amused when people use the word 'product' for hair gel or whatever. You know, like "His hair was totally shiny with product". It's such a generic word that I get images of a white box with a blue line around the middle and the word product in black typescript letters. Maybe a bar code at the bottom right. Shades of Repo Man.

Of course, I have to resist my natural tendency to be an insufferable smartass and not ask the obvious question. "A product of what? Two negative decimal numbers? An unhappy childhood? Lime and nitric acid?" These are the kind of things that can get you a sharp kick in the shin in the wrong company.

On an unrelated note, I was waiting at the corner of 27th street on 5th avenue today when the light changed. In NY there's that moment when the light has turned red, but the walk signal hasn't changed. Most natives (those that don't ignore both of these things completely and charge out into traffic trusting in the saving power of lawsuits) will pretty much start walking now. Most natives in cars will take the change from yellow to red as a signal to race across the intersection regardless of whether the traffic is backed up or not. There's always some problems when both of these behaviours intersect. Today a driver in a bmw had to stop short when a man, crossing slightly in advance of the signal, threaded out from behind a cab which was stopped on the crosswalk.

Now, being that the signal was red and the bmw was coming up the side of the cab of what is ostensibly a one lane street, you'd pretty much have to come down on the side of the pedestrian, even though he stepped off the curb a mite early. But the bmw driver, probably enraged that his purchase of an expensive German car didn't allow him part traffic like the red sea, laid on his horn in an attempt to punish the pedestrian for appearing right before him.

The pedestrian turned around, waited until the car got up next to him, put his head at window height and screamed at the top of his lungs: "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP"!

Brilliant.  ¶ 11:22 AM 2 comments

  I'm Whitey. Don't trust me. We went to see Sin City this last weekend and I thought it was really great. The reason that I can't come up with anything better to say about it than that horribly lame platitude is detailed below.


The Blue-Eyed Devil

1 shot brandy
1/2 shot Baileys
double splash Triple Sec

Add some milk, shake, pour over ice.


Use at own risk.  ¶ 12:51 PM 2 comments