A note from funnywalrus12

It’s not fun to go into my account and see 40 messages from spammers, but once in a while there’s an entertaining one. Here’s a message from funnywalrus12. (I’ve deleted the link that was the reason for it all, pour décourager les autres.)

Encourage people to meet in small and large groups. If you are having trouble providing a quote for a solicitation you may view previous awards on fedbizopps to see what various government agencies paid your competitors. Being neutral they can be used with any other color of cabinetry and countertop. When spreading seeds, sprinkle half the seeds on one direction and half in the opposite direction. Top-dress the seed with manure, organic matter or topsoil using a rake. Beauty, brains, and passion. Jill Valentine (Resident Evil Series) Quote: “It’s true that once the wheels of justice begin to turn, nothing can stop them. It was Raccoon City’s last chance. My last escape.

A permanent solution for tinnitis…

Quietus. I’m sure it works—but isn’t a bit extreme?

“For who would bear the whips and scorns of time / ... When he himself might his quietus make / With a bare bodkin?”

Trailer Park Restaurant

The Trailer Park restaurant on 23rd Street has carved out an interesting brand for itself. The appeal of burgers, Philly steaks, beer, and margaritas is clear enough, but why the trailer park theme? What’s the attraction of poverty and pink flamingos?

There are a few possibilities. You would expect the Trailer Park restaurant to be cheap and unpretentious. No need to dress up, or even refrain from burping.

The lady next to the sign, with her cutoffs, tattoo, and baseball cap, offers another not-so-subliminal signal, suggesting that a trailer park is where you might find young, unemployed women with time on their hands and few inhibitions. (There are actually two women reclining on either side of the sign, in an inadvertent—I would guess—parody of the tomb of the Medici in Florence.)

Get close enough and you can see that the clothes have actually been painted onto a naked mannequin, producing an effectively trashy look.

The joys of the sullen

Seeing this message every morning on the way to the High Line eventually made me curious enough to look up the Brooklyn-based artist Elbow-Toe and to follow his Twitter feed. 

Impact Car Park

Dear Impact Car Park:

Do you really think you picked the best name for your business?