Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

I may have mentioned this in the past, but in case anyone has forgotten, let me say something about jogging in the cold weather: it's blowjhinsky. Even with the new gloves I bought on Amazon (wore them to work too, but they were sweaty from the run -- yech).

And just one more thing, this time about the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center -- a big fat Al-Roker-type of obstruction standing in the center of the plaza waiting to get lit. Yeah, they're throwing the switch tonight, and throngs of people have gathered from miles around. What a disaster. What's wrong with people? When I see a crowd, I go in the other direction. Tonight, as we pushed toward Grand Central trying to get home, we passed multitudes of idiots trying to press into the growing, howling mob.

Are these the same people who stand outside the Today Show studio in the 12 degree cold, holding signs and giggling, waiting to touch the cloak of some fat-bastard weatherman? Can't they do that stuff in Brooklyn where they won't be such a nuisance?