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!

But I like this shirt, it calls to the evil biologist in me. Or something.

That's hysterical!

my grandparents: [link]

flea, may I show that picture to my Big!Boss? He knew your grandpa through the Pharmacy School, and I bet he'd get a kick out of that picture.

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!"

To me this is a bit strange to be mad about; I can't recall ever having done so-- I mean does it make such a big difference to the result? However, you can go fuck yourself describing people as timid who don't like to be in intersections or make left turns. Car accidents are no joke, and I'm sure I'm not the only person here lucky to be alive.

Yeah, I was all, "Well, I'm glad I'm not driving in front of Hec, I guess."

To me this is a bit strange to be mad about; I can't recall ever having done so-- I mean does it make such a big difference to the result?

Yes. Because if they don't pull forward enough, you can't get enough into the intersection to make the turn at the end of the light and have to wait through another red.

My traffic ire is reserved for pedestrians in this city, red light runners (light turns green, count to three and the intersection might be clear,) asshat city bus drivers and one other thing I've seen a lot of lately but now it escapes me. I just remember my ire.

It's true in LA that you have to pull as far into the intersection as possible to take the left just as the light turns yellow (and sometimes red), because no one will let you go, ever. And you need to pull up as far as you can so that you can take the dude behind you with you.