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What You Missed Last Night

Posted on April 29, 2005 by dailyheights

What you missed last night at the DAILY HEIGHTS Real-Life Happy Hour:

This is Douglas. This photo shows that Douglas is not good with the money. According to a Chinese woman I used to work with, people who have spaces between their fingers are not good with the money. What does this have to do with the happy hour? Not much, but I had to post it, because it’s the only photo I took last night.

What else did you miss last night? … In a stroke of coincidence, One of the Joses and one of the Joshes, taking a smoke break in front of Soda Bar, got panhandled by Jose gave him 30 cents.

Tamara the Friendly Bartender totally confirmed the existence of the mail-stealing Prospect Heights Identity Thief (see the DAILY HEIGHTS message boards for all the sordid detail).

11238 Showed up to collect her $25 bounty for allegedly catching the alleged Prospect Heights Gaffler in the middle of an alleged con job. She brought the actual phone she used to capture the actual phonecam picture. She elected to take her $25 payout in raffle tickets. Sucka!! … No, actually the gambit paid off, because she and Mr. 11238 walked away with a Round of Drinks for 3 at Brooklyn Comedy Company at Ripple Bar. Congrats!

I asked 11238 to do an informal head count. In all, we had about 40-50 people in our little corner, or probably about 10% of the site’s regular visitors. Not bad! And great big THANK YOU to everyone who participated in the raffle: The event grossed Two Hundred and Twenty-Four Dollars, or about enough to buy one-third of a square foot in a Newswalk condo! (All that money is going to support another special event in May. More details later.)

Speaking of raffle prizes: LauraB, you won the embroidered “ProHo Ho” T-Shirt from RedLipstick Boutique! Get in touch with DH to claim it. Quig picked up the companion piece: a “ProHo” Male Edition duck-hunter camouflage T-Shirt with a “ProHo” logo (death-metal motif) embroidered above the breast pocket area.

What else? So much more.

Josh Reynolds totally blew off the happy hour, but despite that, managed to win the Grand Prize: Dinner for 4 at the Islands on Washington Ave. I really could have used Josh’s emcee skills. After all this buildup to the Grand Prize Giveaway, about three people clapped, very slowly, as if to break the uncomfortable silence. I think it helps to have the actual winner in the room.

Alina and Dave walked away with the $25 Soda Bar gift certificate. In a happy coincidence, piscatarian vegetarian Chris Hrones (Rones?) (friend of Carnivore) won the DVD of Post Punk Kitchen, the vegan cooking show produced right here in the PH. “Emo” Emily won the giant Spanish chocolate bar from Delicacies, and last but not least, Captain Marvelous, you no-show, you won the Soda Bar T-Shirt! Stop by and pick it up.

What else? I found out that nearly everyone living in Prospect Heights is somehow involved in publishing, design, entertainment, communications or immigration law.

I can’t think of anything else right now. Help me out in the comments below.

UPDATE: Who won the Elamenotees? Sorry. Forgot to mention that ISA, in absentia, won an Elamenotees T-Shirt. The other shirt was won by none other than the administrator of this website. (FIXED! FIXED!)

TU-FACE GREAT

Posted on April 29, 2005 by dailyheights

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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

Posted on April 28, 2005 by dailyheights

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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

Posted on April 28, 2005 by dailyheights

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I’m not sure where this is going yet. But it’s going:

Park Slope Forum (Message Boards)
Because sometimes important things happen outside of Prospect Heights.

Bid Now – Relax Later!

Posted on April 28, 2005 by dailyheights

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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

Posted on April 27, 2005 by dailyheights

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Via Susan: “On Saturday morning, there was nothing much on TV except for Ghost, so I watched it. At some point, Patrick Swayze tells Demi Moore (via Whoopi) that his killer is one Willie Lopez, 303 Prospect Place, Apt. 4D. … I walked up the block to find the address and came across a curious neighborhood mystery. There is no 303 Prospect Place…”

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?

Posted on April 27, 2005 by dailyheights

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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

Posted on April 27, 2005 by dailyheights

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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

Posted on April 26, 2005 by dailyheights

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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

Posted on April 26, 2005 by dailyheights

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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.

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