I have no idea what this means. Taken on Dean St. somewhere near Flatbush Ave., on a building that will probably be torn down when they build the stadium.
Dean St. Rooster NABBED
LISA L. COLANGELO writes in the DAILY NEWS: “A rooster with no sense of time or decorum has finally been caught in Brooklyn – giving the good people of Dean St. some much-needed peace and quiet. Animal Care and Control officers nabbed the noisy bird yesterday after a breathless chase over fences and through narrow backyards.”
“Thank goodness, now we can sleep,” said Charles Houston, who has been plagued by the rooster’s serenade in the wee hours for months. “Take him far, far away so he can’t walk back.”
LINK: Cock-a-doodle-dandy officers nab B’klyn rooster [Daily News]
Thanks for the tip: Heather
Park Slope Message Boards
I’m not sure where this is going yet. But it’s going:
Bid Now – Relax Later!
Check out the avalanche of swag you can bid on right now or tonight (Thurs., Apr. 28) at the DAILY HEIGHTS happy hour, 6 pm ’til whenever, at Soda Bar (629 Vanderbilt Ave.; 718-230-8393). If I had to guess, I would say that the drawing will take place around 8:15 PM. ish.
MANY THANKS to all the generous supporters! This is a huge validation of the many, many hours we (the collective we) have frittered away on DAILY HEIGHTS when we could have been doing something more productive. To show your gratitude, from here on out you should never buy anything, ever, unless it comes from one of the incredibly intelligent and attractive businesses below!
Can I bid now? You heard right! You can either e-mail an “IOU” to [email protected], or better yet, click here:
THE LIST
The Phantom Apartment Building on Prospect Place
Via Susan: “On Saturday morning, there was nothing much on TV except for Ghost
Sam: I know the man who killed me … His name is Willie Lopez and I know where he lives … Write it down.
O.M.: I ain’t no damn secretary.
Sam: Just do it! God!
O.M.: He’s so testy. What is it you want me to write?
Sam: 303 Prospect Place Apartment 4D.
O.M.: 303 Prospect Place?
Sam: Yeah.
0.M.: It’s my neighborhood.
Sam: Molly, he’s got my wallet, he’s got my key and he was in here … Molly, you got to go to the police. It was a set up. I was murdered.
LINKS:
Willie Lopez lives here [9flights.com]
GHOOOOOST!!!!!!!! [CLT: Speech]
Foxy Brown: Paper or Plastic? Cash Back?
Rumor has it that Foxy Brown was once a cashier at the Met Foods on Vanderbilt Avenue. CAPTAIN MARVELOUS investigates:
“Abdul of the Met says Foxy Brown used to bag there … the current cashiers proceeded to go absolutely nuts. They said she still comes in, but didn’t know she worked there.”
LINK:
PH Trivia Because I am Bored [Isa in the DAILY HEIGHTS Forums]
SCAN: Roxcafe.org
Welcome, Comment Spammers
What took you so long? Take a seat next to the TrackBack spammers.
What do we do now – block IP addresses? Upgrade to the latest version of Movable Type (3.16), which includes the a new version of the ‘nofollow’ plugin?
Letter to a Comedy Club
The guy who wrote this letter is comedian and Prospect Heights resident Jon Friedman. You can win a T-shirt from this guy if you go to the DAILY HEIGHTS happy hour at SODA this Thursday starting at 6.
Dear Comedy Club,
I’d like to perform my act this Friday night at your club. It is hilarious. I do a fantastic impersonation of Greg Tatum. He was in my third grade class and he used to walk with a hitch limp and slobber. The crowd loves it. I rump around the stage a bit saying “Tatum if you got ’em!” I do lots of jokes too. My favorite one is about a seal that tries to deposit money in the bank but can’t because “No pinnepeds!” The main part of my act is basically me enraging everyone. When I am introduced I come out like a pissed off hillbilly looking for my trunk of junk. Of course my trunk is already on the stage but I pretend to not be able to find it. “Did any body see my trunk of junk?” That’s what I say scratching my head for a while. People usually yell out things like “It’s right behind you.” “What are you doing?” and “Boo.” I really like the interaction I get from my audience because without interaction what do I have? Then after I locate the trunk with a gallant “Well, here it is! Shiver me tacklebox! I found it!” I open it up and take out my giant sledgehammer and a watermelon. I got this idea from this bald weird big fan pants guy who jumps on large furniture and crashes fruit. Read more…
This may be the funniest fake letter ever. If you think this is not the funniest thing you have ever read, I challenge you to post something better in the Comments. Go.
How To: Prospect Heights to Newark (EWR) and Back Again, Including Amusing Anecdote about a Guy Shouting on His Blackberry
Prospect Heights to Newark: I paid the driver from International Car Service on Washington Avenue $61 ($45 plus tolls both way and tip) to go from front door to terminal. The car picked me up at 5 am and there was virtually no traffic, so the trip took maybe 35 minutes. (So that’s like, $2 per minute).
On the way back I took the advice of Candicissima (ideas! She’s all about ideas, that gal) and took a $6.50 train ride to NJ-Penn Station, where I got a $3 PATH ticket ($1.50 if you have exact change) to the World Trade Center station, pictured (what are all those funky giant nuts-n-bolts sticking out of the wall at a 45-degree angle, not pictured?). Then I walked underground to the Park Place 2-3 stop, and took that to Grand Army Plaza ($2), where I walked home 4 blocks in drizzle with no umbrella. Total cost: $11.50. Total time: 90 minutes, or an ABSOLUTE BARGAIN at 12.7 cents per minute.
Bonus Anecdote:The important young turk behind me, yelling into his Blackberry, just shouted his webmail URL, username and password, repeatedly, for the benefit of the entire shuttle plane.
He was asking an officemate (“Andrew”) to “clean out” his Blackberry e-mail account because “people keep sending me monster attachments.” The username was his first and last name (spelled out three times, in case you missed it). His password: “password. PASSWORD. P-A-S-S-W-O-R-D. … Well, that’s what I use, dude.”
Then he hung up, dialed another number and cell-yelled the same URL, username and password information in someone’s voicemail. Apparently when you are that important, it takes two people to “clean out” your e-mail account.
Not satisfied that two people could accomplish such a task, he then dialed a THIRD co-worker to announce that his e-mail was being “cleaned out,” and “could you shoot me a test e-mail” to make sure it worked.