I’m Not a Cat Lady

There's the Rub!

I saw this ad at 1 o'clock in the afternoon. On TBS. Very funny!

Is Nothing Sacred?

This is what I get for listening to too much NPR: Today I heard a report about how a bunch of Brooklyn “artists” have launched a contest to reinvent the Mr. Softee jingle. Now I know that jingle can be crazy-making when a truck is parked outside your window, but I mean, really, do we have to reinvent everything that happened before 1985?

Naturally I had to go and listen to them all. And I must say, “Ice Cream Balinese” is rather pleasant. “Happy Kone” made me go into a nice little trance. Didn’t say “yummy sticky ice cream,” though.

As for the rest: Do we really need a beatbox version of this jingle—or a beatbox version of anything at all? Or an ambient version with a vocal that sounds like Bjork on smack? Or—my ears!—a guitar-wailing rock version? If any of these end up out there on a constant loop, I’m sure the murder rate will rise.

Except, hmmm. When I think about it, that might be exactly what this city needs right now.

photo courtesy of gothamgazette.com.

Coming Soon To a Neighborhood Near Me

Just as I thought things couldn't get any worse in the Six Flags of Shopping 'n' Nightlife otherwise known as the Meatpacking District, along came this announcement that a colossal new Apple Store is all set to open on the corner of 14th Street and Ninth Avenue, mere blocks from my house.

The megaboom heats up again and my lease is up in February. Help?

For a full analysis of the civilization-ending nightmare this new development portends, see Gridskipper.

photo courtesy of psfk.com