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, December 20, 2005

As the transit union threatened its strike over the last few weeks I cheerfully predicted that it was a bluff and that no strike would actually occur.

That's just a small example of the general reliability of my predictions.

Anyway, the subway strike won't affect me directly -- the Metro-North is still running. For now. So in a little bit I'll head into Grand Central and make my regular walk to the west-side.

What I won't do today is get lunch from the cart on the corner -- the one with the big sign that says "Halal Meats." I've made this vow before, mainly because the quality of her food always seemed... suspect. But her cart is right there on the corner, across 7th Ave from my building. It's so close! And the weather is so cold! So I went there yesterday and got the chicken on the rice, with the white sauce, a little hot sauce, and the lettuce on the side.

It tasted... ok. But for the rest of the day I felt blech-o.