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11/21/09
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This way, no death, no food, no smell.
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While we're at it, I'm not crazy about actual smelly hamsters, or rodents generally, up to and including kangaroos.
Speaking of vermin, I walked on the wild side in Madison Square Park for lunch the other day; a delicious lamb gyro and orange juice from a friendly street-meat vendor. It came to $4.50, thank God he could break a hundred, graciously.
ANYway, as I fancied myself daring for eating lunch on a park bench without cutlery, I watched 700 idiots line up to get theirs from that Shake Shack. I'd swear that line scarcely moved. The entire time. But apparently the sort of morons who'd stand an hour and a half on line for that place are also the sorts feeding the aggressive, obese squirrels in that park.
Daytime rats with fluffy tails, these squirrels were seriously out of breath after gamboling between the legs of texting trendies who voluntary chose a Kafkaesque queue to stand in for an hour. To get a hamburger, as if it were the Saigon airlift.
An obese tourist pointed out to his uh, Rubenesque wife- "Look how Faaat that squirrel is!" Between the fat squirrels and the Shake Shack line and the fact that I don't ever usually eat lunch, it was a nightmarish scene of human/animal urban dysfunction.
My point was: rodents deserve death, and I heartily encourage releasing handsome predators in all NYC parks. Owls, falcons, snow leopards . Bengal tigers who know whom to maim selectively. No hamsters, except for that secret ingredient that makes Shake Shack burgers so irresistible. Them and fattened squirrels. It's all true and it's a scandal.
11/21/09
[Making the most of being in a Gawker hamster thread on a Saturday night.]
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You forge a new will naming yourself as beneficiary, I don't give a damn. As long as the Champagne keeps flowing! I die a beautiful death in the ladies' room after you've slapped me around, and you ditch my body somewhere in Far Rockaway, in an impeccably tailored suit. We're beautifully filmed throughout in platinum black- and white.
I won't give away the ending to this movie, but the jury will acquit you after the dramatic trial. Because they'd want to kill the wanton bitch, too.
11/22/09
Sure I'll forge a new will, but there's room for two if we write real small. Doria's taking the wrap for this one. I don't make trips for biscuits. Awright let's get outta here before we both come down with lead poisoning.
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midst of a hypnotic spinning hourglass.
Given the choice between the sounds I just heard and an ear infection, I'd consider choosing the latter.
Last year I started a challenge with myself: to see if I could do all of my holiday shopping online without once having to set foot in a store. I almost made it. It will probably be even easier this year...
Have you ever played Flight of the Hamster? Smashing good fun!
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I just for back from a bike ride. I went through the local Jersey town where I am at the moment. Apart from the Starbucks and a couple of local restaurants, it was empty despite the rivers of lights hung from every vertical surface. Then I rode up to the Kmart, looking for snap swivels, which are a bit of fishing tackle from which I'm making bracelets. There may have been two dozen people in the entire store. A Radio Shack was completely empty. This got to be the worst shopping season in local memory. A big quell dommage for the local capitalists.
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Now.
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It may be all you can afford.
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