That's a lovely picture.

Your grandmother's cat looks a lot more relaxed than your grandfather's!!

I can see the family resemblance!

Wow, flea! What a wonderful photo!

The lions, right?

The lions and the grandparents are fab. The self-important was the dude in DJ's email, and I gotta remember to quote more.

No, amych, this:

The lions, right?

was in response to this:

What a handsome couple.

On it's face that shit sounded weird to me, which is why I asked you about them.

I'll e you the link to the site, and see if even the least techiest person here (possibly me) wouldn't look askance at that belonging in one doc.

Cute lions all around!

Want carnitas now. Sadly, I'm having salad. Again.

Case in point much?

Fuck you too, bluie. (Which I say in all affection.)

Getting pissy about people making broad, unsupported generalizations about a place they've never lived and barely visited does not indicate an inferiority complex. For the record, I'm not really even pissy. More kerfauxfle-y.

It's exactly the same flavor of pissy you'd get if some frat boy started going off about what women really want, or some idjit on CNN conflating Satanists and Pagan practices.

When you talk out of your ass don't be surprised to find a boot in it.

I lived in Boston and did not find the locals to be either rude or cold. Driving there is closer to driving in Bangkok than anywhere else in the USA, though.

I like New York and New Yorkers just fine.

Counter ordering in Boston at a place like Elsie's (RIP) was similarly chaotic and difficult to parse but eventually I learned the ropes and it was worth it for the Turkey Deluxe or the Roast Beef with Russian.

If you're standing on the wrong side of the escalator I'll tell you to get out of the way. If you stop and stand at the top of the escalator you're going down! I'm also very impatient with timid people who have to time their steps to get onto the escalator. But I don't knock them down, I just mutter under my breath, "C'mon grandma, risk that hip" and brush by them brusquely. (All ages and genders are grandma at that moment.)

Timid drivers who won't get into the intersection to make a left turn also earn my ire and invective. Mostly commonly, "Get your fucking ass in the intersection, dipshit!"

Happy Birthday, Tom Scola!

The lion baby is precious.

My mom left me a voicemail this morning that she and her coworkers were discussing a movie, and they couldn't remember the title of it, but she knows that I know it, and it's about those newsboys who went on strike, and one of them's on crutches, and it might be a musical?

Cannot. Stop. Giggling.

I'm the king of NEW YORK!