Mista Sheffield, There's A Cow Awn Tha Turnpike!

It looks like the Douglas' from the 1960's TV show Green Acres could have found a happy compromise if this place had been around back then.

While farm livin' was the life for him, she just adored a pent house view...or so the song went...

Anyway, I'm sure they would've settled for Queens, right?

As soon as the snow/ice/disgusting salt-slush grossness melts away, I'll be taking a trip out to Queens County Farm to see if it's really as cool as I think it is. 

I Mooo New York.

I Ain't No Wuss, But...

I would NOT feel very comfortable taking a walk across this mural. Seriously, I feel dizzy just looking at it. Despite my mild fear of heights, I've gotta say...this is WAY cool.

Flipper's A Flamer

Holy smokes, Batman! This is the best freak-of-nature news to hit the animal kingdom since the elusive, and as it turns out not so fantastical, unicorn was spotted in Italy (of course) a few months ago! There's a pink dolphin in Louisiana! A PINK DOLPHIN! How absolutely fantastic is that?
I couldn't be much happier right now. Check it out, dudes!
By the way, the telegraph.co.uk must have a whole staff division dedicated to finding mystical creatures of yore. What's next - an Orc?

"Mr. Pepall, every day is now casual Friday for you..."

Excerpt from "Memo From the CEO" by Patricia Marx

The “Don’t Leave Your Coffee Cups on Joan Fulenwider’s Desk: It’s Not a Trash Can (Well, It Kind of Is!)” rule will remain in place, although, as of next week, Ms. Fulenwider will not. We are all sad to see Ms. Fulenwider go, but can we agree that this is a blessing in disguise, since, clearly, it is now or never for her as far as starting a family goes? Good luck, Joan, and kindly return the stapler on your way out.

Patricia Marx wrote one of my favorite books of 2008...aww, screw it...of EVER! If you haven't read "Him Her Him Again The End of Him" yet (especially if you're a girl who has dealt with her share of selfishness and narcissism on the behalf of her adored - and let's be honest, ladies, who hasn't?) then you absolutely have to tack it onto your summer reading list. You won't be sorry.
In the meantime though, Ms. Marx has written a short piece for the New Yorker's Shouts and Murmers section this week, and it's very funny.
Right or wrong? - The employees at AIG only wish they got a similar memo this morning.

What A Crane In The Ass

No, that picture wasn't doctored. And yes, the crane was really THAT tall. I should know...I lived across the street from it for months! With every gust of wind it would lean a little closer to our living room windows...scary biz.
But don't worry - if it ever had decided to make a grand entrance (and by "grand entrance" I mean demolishing the place), that monster-crane would have been met by a very friendly welcome committee of myself, my mother, the zoo and a brand-spankin' new homeowners insurance policy! PARTY!!
On a very happy note, that crane is finally gone...we can all breathe easier now...aaah.