Thursday, April 19, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
"Thank Anna for making me famous. When you think of Anna, think of red, white and pink hearts. She was love as she taught love. She was the breadwinner and supported four people by baring her breasts and genitals for men and women. She was an entertainer who will be missed."
Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007

urbandictionary.com: Definition's for Binghamton, NY
1. Imagine Hell, then make it cold
| 2. The place that will make you glad to be anywhere but there for the rest of your natural life. 4. The Forsaken Lands. I may have a debilitating brain disease, but at least I don't live in Binghamton. 5. An industrial wasteland where parents send their spolied Long Island Kids to get a NYU comparable education, but the kids are too fucking bratty to accept anything other than going to Boston University and having their balls powdered while their new BMW's get a new pair of rims. Oh, and the cloudy weather makes everyone insane. Smoke weed everyday. Which way to Pepe's nigga? |
Once booming model industrial city in the 1950's and 60's which, like many cities in New York State not supported by the capital generated by NYC, has seen a mass exodus of businesses and large-scale population loss.
Where people from NYC and Long Island send their children to attend college if they didn't get into the Ivy League University of their choice. Many of these individuals will then spend the entirety of their next four years either on campus, on the Vestal Parkway, or on State Street, from which they will draw vastly overgeneralized conclusions and constantly gripe about how shitty Binghamton is, as they walk around with a false sense of entitlement.
Where people from Deposit, Windsor, Kirkwood, etc go when they want to experience "The Big City", which entails dad getting gussied up in his "dress camo" and Dale Sr. hat and taking the family out to a fancy dinner at Ruby Tuesdays. This is one of the two sub-groups of people from which the ego-maniacal L.I. SUNY student will draw his opinion of Binghamton writ large. See also: Walmart.
Binghamton is also inhabited by the townie, who has been bred, since birth, to bitch about being stuck in Binghamton (while making no attempt to leave), despise the unwarranted elitism of the SUNY student, and abuse drugs and alcohol. The average townie can outdrink most people, and probably has "a guy" if you need to cop some blow.
Growing up Gotti wanna-be's with blowouts and unbuttoned dress shirts with no undershirt, State Street sluters wearing tube tops and mini-skirts in the middle of January, cokeheads, overt racists, J.A.P.S., faggot frat boys, unfulfilled potential, boarded-up store fronts.
"Yo, you's pretty fly..... is you from NYC?"
"Bitch, I should smack youuuuuu. I'm from BINGHAMTON, BINGHAMTON, BINGHAMTON!!!"
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| A place where all the super-elite fuckbags from NYC (who live with their heads up their collective asses because "It's NYC dooood!, it doesn't sleep!") send their disinfranchised children with their brand spanking new cars to school because they spent the better part of their high school career neck deep in bong water. Since their too fucking ignorant or poor to get into NYU...Rich mommy and daddy send them upstate to a state school where they can bitch and moan about such mundane things as the weather while pulling out another 50 bucks off mommy's credit card to buy pot and cocaine for another evening of "Who can kill themselves quicker" If this pissed you off, then fuck you. | ||
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| Possibly the most pathetic town I've ever been to. People often say upstate New York is more like the Midwest than New York City; that statement is downright insulting to the Midwest. Binghamton is an absolute shithole. It's not even nearly as nice and all-American as the Midwest, and no where near as cool and exciting as New York City. Locals are a bunch of fat Southern-wannabe Walmart-shopping rednecks with Confederate flags on their pickups. Binghamton Chamber of Commerce actually BRAGS that Binghamton was once the New York State Ku Klux Klan headquarters. My God. There's fucking one famous person to ever come out of Binghamton, Rod Serling, and they act like Serling is Jesus Christ Our Lord and Savior. BIG FUCKING DEAL! You know how many famous people came from New York City area! Like 75% of all celebrities!!! Binghamton is extremely one-dimension geographically. The whole city is Main St, and little side streets off Main St. In neighboring Vestal, everything is on the Vestal Parkway. That's it. By the way the food in Binghamton sucks. Upstate people really have no clue when it comes to food (except for wings though, that is ONE contribution Upstate NY made to society). It's also colder than southern Alaska in the winter. Whoopey. If Spiedies are so fucking great why has no one ever heard of them? If they were actually good, why no national recognition? | ||
Thursday, April 12, 2007

In case anybody hasn't bought a birthday present for me yet:
Auction hounds are snapping up "vampire killing kits" and "vampire hunting kits" manufactured by a nineteenth century quack named Ernst Blomberg. The kits, which have been found in Australia and sold by at least two auction houses (including Southebys, reportedly for $12,000), include silver bullets, a wooden stake, holy water, and other important vampire-destroying items. Back in 2003, Gunbroker.com auctioned off one of the kits, and posted a transcription of the instructions that came with the original box:
Vampire Killing Kit
The accoutrements for the destruction of the Vampire
This box contains the items considered necessary for the protection of persons who travel into certain little known countries in Easter Europe where the populace are plagued with a peculiar manifestation of evil, known as Vampires... Professor Ernst Blomberg respectfully requests that the purchaser of this kit carefully studies his book. Should evil manifestations become apparent, he is then equiped to deal with them efficiently... Professor Blomberg wishes to announce his grateful thanks to that well known gunmaker of Liege, Nicholas Plombeur, whose help in compiling of the special items, the silver bullets,etc., has been most efficient. The items enclosed are as follows...
1. An efficient pistol with its usual accoutrements
2. A quantity of bullets of the finest silver
3. Powdered flowers of garlic (one phial)
4. Flour of Brimstone (one phial)
5. Wooden stake (Oak)
6. Ivory crucifix
7. Holy Water (one phial)
8. Professer Blomberg's New Serum
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Tonight's LOST is half-way through and I have a few thoughts:
- Said should have knocked out Jack, chained up Juliet & left her for the polar bears. I don't trust that crazy bitch. Let Jack get eaten up too...I'm sick of his goody goody, mr. earnest, always trying to the right thing crap.
- It makes no sense at all why people would let Jack bring Juliet to the camp. She's evil!!!! She's an Other!!!! Jesus H. Christ, just kill her!!!
- This show is so crappy...let Juliet be the only one who can save the mysteriously dying aussie gal so she can gain the trust of everyone at the camp? Could there be a lamer little scenario to move people's relationship's and the story along?
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Ever find out something that made you feel like everyone had been in on it except you, like Rowdy Roddy Piper in They Live!? Over the course of the last few days I've realized that I've been living in the midst of something that I never knew existed - the cult of the Easter Tree. Have y'all ever seen one? Last Easter was my first one here in the 'Burgh and I discovered what I then thought was a quirky local tradition, the Easter Tree. People string plastic easter eggs together and hang them, along with inflatable easter bunnies, on trees & shrubs in their from yards. I figured they were just another wacky thing the locals did and, after not getting around to taking any pictures of them, they were quickly forgotten.
When this Easter rolled around Adale reminded me that I wanted to take pictures of Easter Trees & we found some really exciting ones. Wondering what the hell was up with these I used The Google and found out that people make these things in various locations throughout our great land. I also asked a few people about them, people who had lived outside of Pittsburgh, and they were surprised that I had never made one. Even though I know that I've only lived in certain kinds of neighborhoods in a limited number of cities, I was really surprised that I had never even heard of Easter Trees let alone seen one before moving to SWPA. Maybe people I know made Easter Trees and I never saw them for some reason. Maybe I'm a ghost like Bruce Willis in that movie with the creepy kid who can only whisper.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Saturday, April 07, 2007
While in Austin I dragged Adale around my old neighborhood. One highlight was going to La Mexicana Bakery on S. 1st.
They've got all the typical pretty but tasteless cookies that Mexican bakeries have, all sorts of cartoon-inspired birthday cakes, as well as new additions of breakfast & lunch tacos, a booth selling car insurance and wiring money to Latin America, and a small number of imported grocery items.
The most important part of any trip to La Mexicana is the pinkcake. I just asked Adale to describe it and she looked puzzled, saying it's just sheet cake with pink icing...nothing special. She's wrong. It's totally awesome.






