Andrew L. wrote:

So did you just drive your boat straight over that pesky little canoeist, or what?

I just walked home in a thunderstorm.

I'll see your fine canoe, Andrew, and raise you this gorgeous example of a "tjalk," one that the beautiful Mlle. Sam and I got to sail on this week (for the meagre payment of one bottle of Gorter's Jamaican rum, no less):



"A Dutch flat-bottomed vessel with rounded ends and leeboards. Used to carry freight and also often used as a pleasure yacht."

And yeah I would go see a band called Pretty Fucking Awesome.

Adam CR wrote:
So did you just drive your boat straight over that pesky little canoeist, or what?

Sunlore wrote:I'll see your fine canoe, Andrew,

Round these parts, the one on the right is a kayak, not a canoe. Like a canoe, only way better.

Snapped from the frontpage of The Times today -



I took it because I felt a tiny twinge of pride for the British press. Front Page - Picture of the PM, picture of the Queen, the word 'Bollocks'. Sorted!

A friend of mine took this photo over the weekend. The guy was changing into his civilian clothes.

Only one of you can use this for your band's record cover, so hurry.

I'm on a crowded train this morning, near the end of the car. I'm lost in thought about some work shit and I'm mostly watching the door to my left so I can make room for boarding commuters. Unbeknownst to me, there's a middle-aged black (this will be relevant) guy behind me and to my right. I have no peripheral vision because of all my hair and I have no idea he's there.

Someone stands up from the seat directly in front of me, so I move back and to the right to make room. I bump into him and before I can say a word, he loses it.

"Damn, man! You bumped into me 20 times. You wanna stand here?! Damn!" Etc, etc.

"I didn't know you were there. If you had said something the first time, I would've apologized. But you're not going to stand there and yell in my face like I'm you're fucking kid."

"You gotta beef? It's early in the morning."

"I'm wide awake. What's it gonna be?"

He pauses as he realizes I'm not going to break eye contact and I'm not just going to stand there and be yelled at. Then he drops this doozy:

"Y'all ain't go no rhythm. That's the problem. Goofy motherfuckers..."

"What goofy motherfuckers are those?"

"White people! Got no rhythm! See these gray hairs? I'm 50 years old, I been watching y'all a long time."

At this point, I wasn't even mad anymore and I couldn't stop myself from laughing.

I'm getting all my shit together for when I leave for New York tomorrow. I'll be staying with family in Yonkers, and will undoubtedly get bored after a while...someone please PM suggestions for things to do in your great city.

Gotta narrow it down, Steve V. There's pretty much one of everything to do or see here.

My mom lives in Yonkers. I feel for ya, Steve.

Go to Coney Island.