Be prepared for allergies today! This is your Allergy Alert letting you know that allergy
conditions in your area have reached a medium to high range.
Forecast for BROOKLYN, NY (on a scale of 1-12):
Today's allergy levels:
Today's predominant pollen:
Oak, Birch and Maple.
Tomorrow's allergy levels:
Tuesday - 11.8 / High
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 25th Anniversary
and hes' in a leather spring coat and stoal and brown wig thats' not as good as a hat and hell' freeze his low profile balls off and C was trying to smile and he told Dr. Wo we needed three bundles and Dr. Wo was smiling in his slope manner said the boosting life must surely be exellent and C laughed and said most exellent Cs' tight with slopes he does the talking and everything like that, and Dr. Wo nods in a special subservant manner he uses for non slopes who hes' realy polite with but hes' a dictater to his slopes when we see him with his subservant slopes but with us were' allike most polite and everything like conversession and its' nice but expensive but it feels nice at the time but Wo finishes his so called tea and Wo goes back behind the curtains in the back of Hung Toys thats' a giant brightred curtain with purple mountains or hills and clouds that are flying snakes with leather wings that is one curtain yrstruly would want to boost for personnel hanging use that no body who isnt' a slope and isnt' in with Wo cant' never go behind it but you can see when he opens it and goes behind the curtain it looks like merly more old slope ladies sitting on packing cases with slope writing eating more noodles in bowls they hold like a millmeter from their yellow maps and everything like that. Slopes rarly stop shovling in the old noodles. Stokely Darkstar calls them maggoteaters and subservant slopes keep going in and out of the curtain while Wo's back there a longer than avrege time and Cs' got the Shivers and starting to jones and dope-fiends are full of super station and he says to yrstruly he says the fuck he says maybe what if Poor Tony realy did take part with burning Wo and what if a slope sees poor Tony out side and is one of these slopes going in and out of the curtain maybe telling Wo, like ratting out Poor Tony as our acquaintance, and my mucis is starting and were' jonesing super statiously over PT and wheres' Wo behind the curtain and everything like that, trying to smile and conversession ultralow, drinking quot tea thats' like like schnapps only wurse and green. And we jones and Dr. Wo comes back finally at last out smiling subservantly with all the wonderful skeet three bundles in a newspaper who could fucking read it but the pictures are of slope VIPS' in suits and Wo sits down, and Wo never sits down at the booth with the skeet it isnt' done in his commerce, and Wos' hands are folded over our skeet in the thing and Wo smiling says he asks C if weve' seen goodold Poor Tony or Susan T. Cheese around we crew with Poor Tony in boosting life did we not he said. C he says PT is a fucking dicksucking fag queer and a proven cheeseater and wed' fucked up his map and Cheese and Lolasisters' map in a beef and didnt' crew with fags since approx the autum period. C is pouring mucis and trying to smile cusually, Dr. Wo laughed in a harty fashion and said exellent and Wo leaned over our skeet saying if we should happenbychance to see Poor Tony or them to please give Poor Tony his quite best regards and wish him prosparity and a thousand blisses. And everything like that. And we promote the newspaper of skeet and Wo promotes our $ and very politely outwego and I admit it yrstruly wanted we should burn Poor Tony and rickytick the fuck out of Chinatown but we go over down more by the China Pearl Place and poor Tony is sortof hunched behind a lightpoal with his gray teeth chatting in his dress and thin coat trying to be low profile in his red coat and heels around a million+ slopes that all are subservants of Wo.
Until then, every forest
had wolves in it, we thought
it would be fun to wear snowshoes
all the time, and we could talk to water.
So who is this woman with the gray
breath calling out names and pointing
to the little desks we will occupy
for the rest of our lives?
Blond Tourist Bimbo: I've never even heard of the G Train.
Blond Local Bimbo: Yeah, it's a ghetto train.
Blond Tourist Bimbo: Where does it go?
Blond Local Bimbo: Nowhere.
Black eight-year-old boy: Except my home, bitch.
--G train Hoyt/Schermerhorn station
via Overheard in New York
Tell her she can't watch the news
Tell her she can watch cartoons
Tell her she can stay up late and watch Friends.
Tell her they're attacking with rockets
Don't frighten her
Tell her only a few of us have been killed
Tell her the army has come to our defence
Don't tell her her cousin refused to serve in the army.
Don't tell her how many of them have been killed
Tell her the Hamas fighters have been killed
Tell her they're terrorists
Tell her they're filth
Don't tell her about the family of dead girls
Tell her you can't believe what you see on television
Tell her we killed the babies by mistake
Don't tell her anything about the army
Tell her, tell her about the army, tell her to be proud of the army. Tell her about the family of dead girls, tell her their names why not, tell her the whole world knows why shouldn't she know? tell her there's dead babies, did she see babies? tell her she's got nothing to be ashamed of. Tell her they did it to themselves. Tell her they want their children killed to make people sorry for them, tell her I'm not sorry for them, tell her not to be sorry for them, tell her we're the ones to be sorry for, tell her they can't talk suffering to us. Tell her we're the iron fist now, tell her it's the fog of war, tell her we won't stop killing them till we're safe, tell her I laughed when I saw the dead policemen, tell her they're animals living in rubble now, tell her I wouldn't care if we wiped them out, the world would hate us is the only thing, tell her I don't care if the world hates us, tell her we're better haters, tell her we're chosen people, tell her I look at one of their children covered in blood and what do I feel? tell her all I feel is happy it's not her.
Don't tell her that.
Tell her we love her.
Dont frighten her.
One of Britain's most prolific egg-collecting criminals could be the first person to be jailed under new wildlife protection legislation.
Police officers found three goshawk eggs and four goosander eggs during a raid on Barry Sheavils' home in June, only a month after being fined £1,000 for the illegal possession of 1,300 rare eggs, South East Northumberland magistrates' court was told yesterday.
Sheavils, 41, of Blyth, Northumberland, told police he was given the goshawk and goosander eggs by an unnamed man as consolation for the loss of his large collection after his conviction in May. The eggs were donated to the Royal Museum in Scotland.
Sheavils admitted possessing the eggs and also possessing amphetamine sulphate, a class B drug, which he told police he used to stay awake during his "egging" activities. He will be sentenced next month.
The Independent (UK)
August 17, 2001
Mr Knoppert had wandered into the kitchen one evening for a bite of something before dinner, and had happened to notice that a couple of snails in the china bowl on the draining board
were behaving very oddly. Standing more or less on their tails, they were weaving before each other for all the world like a pair of snakes hypnotized by a flute player. A moment later, their faces came together in a kiss of voluptuous intensity. Mr Knoppert bent closer and studied them from all angles. Something else was happening: a protuberance like an ear was appearing on the right side of the head of both snails. His instinct told him that he was watching a sexual activity of some kind....
Mr Knoppert told the cook that the snails were not to be served that evening. He took the bowl of them up to his study. And snails were never again served in the Knoppert household.
Patricia Highsmith, “The Snail-Watcher”
A handshake often creates a feeling of liking or of irritation between two strangers. Who does not dislike a “boneless” hand extended as though it were a spray of sea-weed, or a miniature boiled pudding? It is equally annoying to have one’s hand clutched aloft in grotesque affectation and shaken violently sideways, as though it were being used to clean a spot out of the atmosphere.
Then he dug in his hand, yanked, yanked, and the cheeks lifted up like a soft manhole cover.
Chris: kkgghymddhj . . .
Blinking wildly, the dwarf studied Chris's op art-like, purplish-red, pasta-esque insides. He was looking for . . . something, anything. He didn't know. Some clue, some sign.
Guide, Dennis Cooper
While filming The Godfather, Brando was unable to stop snacking long enough to finish shooting his scenes. He would wrap yards of link sausages around his body and run them down the sleeves of his costume so that he could munch on them inconspicuously right up to the moment the camera started to roll. Once it did he was forced to stop chewing in order to deliver his lines, but since he never took the time to swallow first his mouth was always full. This explains the distinctive, slurred accent his character uses throughout the film.