Saturday, March 29, 2008

One of the Many Reasons I Love NYC

Performance Art. This lady was spotted hopping across the street on one foot (as the other is being eaten). I snagged this pic when she sat down and eventually smoked a cigarette. No idea if that was part of the piece or just a break for the artist.


And. . . I went to the Museum of Sex. The His and Hers Urinals are from the current exhibition focused on advertising and design. There is some pretty nifty stuff there and there is nothing like hearing, "Wimmern, Blick auf, wie groß, der ist! Das ist das größte cockring das ich überhaupt gesehen habe!"

I guess some things aren't lost in translation.


If any portion of that text was not written in proper German, blame Babelfish. . . I don't want to hear it.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Ouch!


Hope everyone had a better Easter than this guy.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

I'm a Legacy

No, not of a sorority.

For Christmas, however, my father got me a lifetime membership to the National Rifle Association. Today my packet showed up complete with certificate, pin, info, patches, and stickers.

Watch out, boys!



Friday, March 14, 2008

I Like 'em Big, But. . .

I got a new phone yesterday and it has a full texting keypad (yes, I'm a text whore), ten alarms, two world clocks (so I can tell you at a glance the time in Reykjavik), etc.

But I feel like I'm holding a calculator to my head!

Completely off topic: Snowboarding is over, Ballroom dancing is over, and I'm a little behind schedule on my "52 Things" list. HELP!

Saturday, March 01, 2008

A Flip of the Finger to. . .

. . . the bagage handlers on my flight home. They must look like this:

Because the inside of my bag was covered with this:


>-P