Tuna Melts! (warning: overly silly post having nothing to do with anything)

Passive aggression is FUN! AND simple! All you need is:

-Bitterness...
-Anger...
-Resentment...
-Suburbia...
-AND Complacancy

That's IT! And now it's time to make our: "3-Minute Passive-Agressive Souffle!"

Now the first thing you need to do, is put the anger in a bowl -- and I did not realize that there was going to be a ticking sound. That's a little distracting...Okay, where was I? Oh yes, to save time, prepare a point of contention beforehand. Quick and Easy! Now, stir this point of contention and the anger in the bowl until it ripens into full-blown fury, but not so much that you cause physical harm. Okay, now you're ready to bake it in the oven on level Vapid-Boring-Petty 5 for one hour.

Okay, that ticking noise is a little annoying...Just stop that ticking! JUST STOP THAT TICKING!!!

Oh Pleezza, Condoleezza!

The Middle East can wait -- there's a shoe sale at Bergdorff's and Condi LOVES her shoes!

Someone Grab Me A Bucket!

Oh my God, he did not just -- um yeah he (IT) did. What a sick fuck. Ok, now he needs to choke on that buttered roll. Now that he's vetoed Stem Cell funding and with one stroke of his pen obliterated a fighting chance for hundreds of thousands of suffering people, yeah, I say choke.

Happy posts to come I promise!

The Emperor Needs Some Green Tea to Wash Down His Buttered Roll

Everyone must see this:

BuSHIT

Eww.

Someone should tell George the correct use of the word 'irony.' Oh, and please tell him to stop talking with his mouth full, he just might choke. Oh, right...

Looks like Babs really fucked up raising this one -- thanks, Babs.

Kofi, come to the Urge and have some Mojitos with us! We'll buy!

And for my next post we'll be making Three-Minute Mojitos! Mm, yummy!

Go Suck It, NY Times!

This from this morning's nytimes.com:

Even at the End, Ken Lay Didn't Get It
By JOE NOCERA
The tragedy of the former Enron chairman is that he never fully understood what he'd done wrong.

Yeah, ok, and I'm Jesus. No, Joe, it's you who don't fully understand how fucked up the above caption is, and how you could think this douchebag didn't know what he was doing at the time that he did it. Ken Lay is among the most awful men on the planet, and the real tragedy, Joe, is that your newspaper continues to apologize for the awful and powerful. And the Times gets labeled 'liberal' to boot. THAT'S the tragedy, Joe.

Family, holidays & Independence

Sitting here in Taunton, MA, 8:30 in the morning alone with my thoughts. I read William Rivers Pitt's posts in Truthout.org and thought, yeah, Bill, you got it right yet again. Who/what is a good American? What does it mean? Being patriotic today is like shooting fish in a barrel, he says, but what about the other 364 days of the year? He cited Ben Franklin as the ideal model, and I thought that was great. Franklin was a thinker, which is what we could use a lot more of these days. It's not just do you support the President? Yes or no. Do you believe in God? Yes or no. If you watch what passes for news these days, you likely get a ready answer. We live in such dumbed-down times, it's hard to forget what an intellect Franklin was and how he used that intellect to help win the Revolutionary War. There's some irony in that. Hey, he got France to help us out with their Navy, anyone remember that?

I'm getting to know more of Jeff's family these past couple days. There's a whole lot of Massachussetts going on. So went to Mah-ket Basket for some groceries and put up the pawp-op to sleep in and just had a great time in front of the kettle fire outside roasting marshmellows and making home-made pop-tars (two pieces of white bread, fruit filling in the middle and you put in between this metal contraption and you put it over the fire...cool).

I hear breakfast bein' made. Happy 4th, everyone!

The Urge

Ah, so many good times! Good Times!! Gas has gone up another 6 cents. A big storm came through. All this while sipping screwdrivers at the Urge! AND, Jeff and I found a new spot to go hang out and read and relax. We went down to Battery Park, at the South Cove, where there's a wooden dock/park and benches, and everything was lovely and quiet. Jeff read 52 pages and I read a really good article on Thom Yorke from Radiohead making his first album mostly by himself, although he prefers not to call it "solo." Also, Radiohead will come out with new songs soon, although the format is yet to be determined, and how they will distribute it is anyone's guess 'cause they are no longer signed with EMI or any other record company which I think is fabulous.

Okay, enough for now.

Toodles.

NYC Nature

One of the perks of my job.

George Bush Is A Fucking Monkey-Faced Idiot

Among other future postings in which I wear my feelings on my sleeve...

Hello everyone! So I've finally landed on the blogwagon. The idea behind by blog name came from visiting San Francisco and going to this place called Squat & Gobble for brunch one day. They pretty much just serve egg sandwiches, albeit fancy egg sandwiches served on a fresh croissant with fruit on the side. It's a cafe restaurant with tables inside and out, and quite lovely. I realized we didn't have anything quite like that in my neighborhood, and dreamed of opening a 'Squat & Gobble East.' So, I guess this is the next best thing!

Some observations I had today:

1. A squirrel on East 7th Street was trying to make its way through the urban landscape, quickly scurrying past humans and darting under cars. Hope it didn't get picked on by any rats.

2. I got honked at at 8:10 in the morning by Dave, my co-worker who I work with every day in the field inspecting overhead signs on highways throughout Queens. He jarred me out of my thoughts and it quite annoyed me.

3. A man walked out his house in Flushing, Queens and made the sign of the cross three times in a row before venturing out to wherever he had to go.

4. There was a four-car smashup on the parkway because someone lost controll of his car. His (that of the guy who lost control) car was totalled and he had to get pried out of the car and brought away by ambulance. Talk about a bad day.

Jeff's sister has landed a job in NYC and living with us while trying to find a place. I don't know if I was ever happier for anyone I know doing that.