<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:18:17.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bird on Bushwick</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-6505089737786410906</id><published>2009-02-26T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:24:25.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes From an Engagement</title><content type='html'>[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Early one morning&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: I can't find any matching socks! Damnit what happened to all my socks!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird&lt;/span&gt;: Just wear odd socks. Who cares!? I do it all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, and you look like a hobo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later that same night&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird&lt;/span&gt;: [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;romantically&lt;/span&gt;] Give me your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: But it's got my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt; in it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-6505089737786410906?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/6505089737786410906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=6505089737786410906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/6505089737786410906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/6505089737786410906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2009/02/scenes-from-engagement.html' title='Scenes From an Engagement'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-7528597637379442969</id><published>2009-01-06T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:33:06.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year, F*ckers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SWN2T0OpBcI/AAAAAAAAACg/3f3-N28dM1Y/s1600-h/5104XTEABRL._SX160_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SWN2T0OpBcI/AAAAAAAAACg/3f3-N28dM1Y/s320/5104XTEABRL._SX160_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288200470272738754" align="left" border="0" hspace="5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Given how drunk I managed to get myself this past NYE, it seems obvious that I must have slipped and fallen into a wormhole sometime during the night only to emerge in an alternate 2009 wherein there exists the book pictured left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you are not imagining it. This is a novel in which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Trek &lt;/span&gt;meets the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X-Men&lt;/span&gt;. From what I hear, adventure &amp;amp; romance ensue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I cannot wait to read it&lt;/span&gt;. I hope it is awesome! It had better be because I am going to get a lot of shit from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; for reading this. The Boyfriend likes books that were written within the last 10 years about normal people who are not mutants or space dudes. He thinks the prime directive has something to do with house-painting. He almost called off our engagement when he caught me reading the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sookie Stackhouse&lt;/span&gt; books, but this is way, way, way more worse-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Picard and Xavier have a scene together where they joke about how they look identical - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they are both Patrick Stewart&lt;/span&gt;. That is, like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; post-modern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-7528597637379442969?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/7528597637379442969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=7528597637379442969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/7528597637379442969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/7528597637379442969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-fckers.html' title='Happy New Year, F*ckers'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SWN2T0OpBcI/AAAAAAAAACg/3f3-N28dM1Y/s72-c/5104XTEABRL._SX160_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-1611651974600701836</id><published>2008-12-10T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:50:45.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retardo?</title><content type='html'>So, recently, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; and I traveled to Washington DC for the weekend. We took the Bolt Bus, which is pretty cool! It's all WiFi and plugging-things-in and whatnot. Very 2.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, the BF watched a documentary we'd rented from Netflix. It was about a Hippy Farmer who, I dunno, did some farming and did a bit of cross-dressing somewhere in, god - who can remember? - Iowa. While this enthralling docu was being watched, I took a nap and had some weird dreams about - shit, who cares? - pirates or giant bugs or whatever it is I dream about on buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... when we got back from our Weekend (I might add that we both had allergic reactions to Our Nation's Capital - something to do with "stink berries" if I'm to believe our gracious hosts), I grabbed the Netflix DVD, shoved it in the envelope thingy, and mailed it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, I had accidentally sent a completely different disc back in the envelope. For the detail-oriented, it was a CD by a band called "Avail" and it belonged to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;. (Though not pleased, he was not overly miffed. He's nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm wont to do, I delayed actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; anything about this hiccup. My plan was to put the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;correct&lt;/span&gt; Netflix CD in a regular envelope and send it back to them with my apologies for being so unobservant and space-sproket-y and whatnot; but of course I never got round to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I'm busy! I got shit to do and not enough time, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[As John Fowles might say at this point: Are you enjoying this? I hope so!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, I received an envelope from Netflix. Not the standard Red thingy, but a plain, white contraption, addressed to me; ominous. I opened it to find the Avail CD in the regular Netflix envelope for the movie we'd rented - it was called "The Real Dirt on Farmer John" in case anyone cares... Thing was, the CD was all smashed up into bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this intentional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do Netflix DVDs get smashed into bits in transit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it happened often, poor Netflix would be out of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked myself (and The Boyfriend - because, while talking to oneself may be the only way to ensure intelligent conversation, it's also the first sign of madness. Go figure.), did Netflix do this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intentionally&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to know is to call their customer service dept and find out (stay tuned for tomorrow's blog: "In Which We Call Netflix Customer Service To Find Out What Is Up With That"); but I hope it's not some retaliatory measure! Am I "projecting" or was that kinda passive-aggresive? The CD I accidentally mailed to them is worth more than the DVD I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to send. Meanwhile, we have Roku'd the CRAP out of things, but have not received any more DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I hope it was just a coincidental accident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[glances at nearby shelf]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - I see several unreturned NetFlix on that nearby shelf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Netflix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ruku, by the way. Neat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-1611651974600701836?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/1611651974600701836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=1611651974600701836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/1611651974600701836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/1611651974600701836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/12/retardo.html' title='Retardo?'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-6844626078950977120</id><published>2008-11-04T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:13:49.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Have Tenure?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: You were listed as "PRINCESS AWESOME" on my IM list for a long time, so I've changed it to something more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird&lt;/span&gt;: But what could be more appropriate than Princess Awesome!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: How about Professor Fitzgerald Smellbottom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird&lt;/span&gt;: Fitzgerald Smellbottom, eh? Do I teach at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.U.&lt;/span&gt; !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird&lt;/span&gt;: That was a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: Way to TOOT your own horn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-6844626078950977120?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/6844626078950977120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=6844626078950977120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/6844626078950977120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/6844626078950977120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-i-have-tenure.html' title='Do I Have Tenure?'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-6416176412587551435</id><published>2008-10-30T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:36:42.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mavericky</title><content type='html'>Seen the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber&lt;/span&gt;? Good, then you know what my hair looks like right now - specifically, my bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needing a trim &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; wanting to save money, I popped into a Supercuts. How hard can it be to take an inch off? I mean, it's basically following an existing, reasonably straight line, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like the "stylist" stuck a bowl - a really tiny bowl - on my head and chopped around it with all the skill and focus of someone who regularly watches &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two and a Half Men&lt;/span&gt;. I look like that kid you knew in middle school who got busted for grafitti-ing his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; name on the side of a building.* I look like I regularly eat funyans and like to sniff my own armpits. I look like the kind of person who believes Sarah Palin is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mavericky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a fucking retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be getting worse by the day. If you see me in the next month and I'm wearing a jaunty hat or rocking that same old headscarf look, then you'll know why. And if you're in need of a laugh in these difficult times, ask if you can take a look at my bangs. Just know that when you're done laughing, you're bloody well buying me a drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: this actually happened at my middle school. But I am too classy to name names. Declan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-6416176412587551435?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/6416176412587551435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=6416176412587551435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/6416176412587551435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/6416176412587551435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/10/dumb-and-more-dumber.html' title='Mavericky'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-3057323769027060227</id><published>2008-10-26T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:07:00.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Went a Little Something Like This</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday night we drove to Peekskill to see the Fall foliage and get our stroll on. Peekskill is the location of Eastland Academy, the ficticious girls' school from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Facts of Life&lt;/span&gt;. That's about all it has going for it - and there isn't even a special museum or a memorial to Tooty's rollerskates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by the time we got to our hotel, The Peekskill Inn, it was around 11pm and even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;colder&lt;/span&gt; than fuck. Luckily, we had brought our own hooch or I might have died of frosbite trying to find a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we got up and drove around till we found a nice riverside walkway along which to stroll. We sat on a bench overlooking the majestic Hudson River. "Try not to look at the giant nuclear silo just across the way," said The Boyfriend, "and igore the Con Ed truck parked 10 feet to your left because I have something to tell you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh, ok." I said. Hoping The Boyfriend was finally going to reveal that he secretly thinks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Trek: TNG&lt;/span&gt; is cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last week, when I said I was helping D pick up his new kitchen table, I lied. I was actually looking at wedding rings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; got down on one knee and asked me if I would marry him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I said yes, obviously. Hel-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lo&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later, we made some calls to let people know the awesome news. I called my mother. Here's how that went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird&lt;/span&gt;: Mum! Guess what, I'm engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mother&lt;/span&gt;: To who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off to a fantastic start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-3057323769027060227?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/3057323769027060227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=3057323769027060227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/3057323769027060227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/3057323769027060227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-went-little-something-like-this.html' title='It Went a Little Something Like This'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-8365950131887194944</id><published>2008-10-21T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:30:02.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerbils</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird&lt;/span&gt;: Did you just call me a gerbil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: No, I called you a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jerkoff&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird&lt;/span&gt;: Phew! I thought for a minute you had something against gerbils!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamed that Lenin has risen from the dead and was in New York to do some shopping and, y'know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hang&lt;/span&gt;. We took him to see the Radio City Christmas Spectacular. After the show, he confessed that he'd found it "only ok" and asked if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/span&gt; was still sold out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-8365950131887194944?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/8365950131887194944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=8365950131887194944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/8365950131887194944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/8365950131887194944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/10/gerbils.html' title='Gerbils'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-2697085868423651596</id><published>2008-10-15T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:15:18.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palin as President</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://palinaspresident.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SPYy6-EWeBI/AAAAAAAAACY/K3boenbndG0/s320/palinpres.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257445603676682258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-2697085868423651596?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/2697085868423651596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=2697085868423651596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/2697085868423651596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/2697085868423651596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/10/palin-as-president.html' title='Palin as President'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SPYy6-EWeBI/AAAAAAAAACY/K3boenbndG0/s72-c/palinpres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-4817251994937237992</id><published>2008-10-15T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:16:42.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside Down Dogs</title><content type='html'>Is it wrong that I want to leave work &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right now &lt;/span&gt;so that I can rush home and take &lt;a href="http://upsidedowndogs.com/" target="_blank"&gt;upside down photos&lt;/a&gt; of all the dogs? It probably is. I'll wait till I get home, then.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SPYNGSv4awI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BYEqLoLet7c/s320/kenley_final_05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257404016764676866" align="left" hspace="5" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, on Season Finale Part I of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Project Runway&lt;/span&gt; (I DVRd it, so yes, the topic is now this week's fishwrappings), Kenley surprised Planet Erf with a beautiful wedding dress (pictured left)! How can something so delicate and gorgeous come from someone so whiny and annoying? This is the great mystery of Art, I suppose. Or perhaps we're wrong about Kenley and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PR&lt;/span&gt; just cruelly edits her scenes to make her appear incredibly horrible in every way. Could be! Since when has there been anything "reality" about Reality TV? That's why we watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the show, Tim Gunn took the deadpan express all the way to Kenley's house and - surprise! - she lives in a railroad apartment in what looks very much like Williamsburg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not be surprised if I see her someday at Taco Chulo crying into some queso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well done on the dress, though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-4817251994937237992?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/4817251994937237992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=4817251994937237992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/4817251994937237992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/4817251994937237992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/10/upside-down-dogs.html' title='Upside Down Dogs'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SPYNGSv4awI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BYEqLoLet7c/s72-c/kenley_final_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-1895676965775611399</id><published>2008-10-14T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:53:49.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Catskills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://acmehousing.net/idlewild.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Idlewild&lt;/a&gt;, were it not 100+ miles away in the Catskills, might just be The Bird's dream perch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/13/garden/13judson.html?_r=2&amp;amp;ref=garden&amp;amp;pagewanted=all&amp;amp;oref=slogin&amp;amp;oref=slogin" target="_blank"&gt;The story of the man who bought it for $22k and then renovated the crap out of it&lt;/a&gt;, is way more interesting than anything I could say about, say, the cool cabinetry or the "Writer's studio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;, however: Stately Bushwick Manor needs its very own copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carpentry&lt;/span&gt;, by Gaspar Lewis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-1895676965775611399?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/1895676965775611399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=1895676965775611399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/1895676965775611399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/1895676965775611399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/10/rock-catskills.html' title='Rock The Catskills'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-5999622554888149992</id><published>2008-10-09T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:50:45.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tree Grows on Bushwick</title><content type='html'>At the moment, I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Tree Grows in Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt; (by Betty Smith). Yesterday, I came across this passage about my very own place of res, Bushwick Avenue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bushwick Avenue was a high-toned boulevard of old Brooklyn. It was a wide, tree-shaded avenue and the houses were rich and impressively built of large granite blocks with long stone stoops. Here lived the big-time politicians, the monied brewery families, the well-to-do immigrants who had been able to come over first-class instead of steerage. They had taken their money... and settled in Brooklyn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is: What the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; happened!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we know the answer: the lure of the suburbs was too much for all those "big-time politicians" and "monied brewery families" to resist. They all moved to McMansions out on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lawn Giland&lt;/span&gt; and left Bushwick to the working poor. I'm sure the building of those elevated JMZ tracks right along Broadway did not help either. I wonder what Smith would make of the "high-toned boulevard" if she were alive to see it today! Not much, is my guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-5999622554888149992?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/5999622554888149992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=5999622554888149992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/5999622554888149992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/5999622554888149992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/10/tree-grows-on-bushwick.html' title='A Tree Grows on Bushwick'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-2418880590475088930</id><published>2008-10-02T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:37:17.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brain Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just now, via IM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: Watch &lt;a href="http://gothamist.com/2008/10/01/time_to_cringe_palin_on_supreme_cou.php" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and cry with saddness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird&lt;/span&gt;: [Watches the video - another installment of Couric vs Palin on CBS].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird&lt;/span&gt;: Oh God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: It's like an abortion! On a trainwreck! By a retarded person! It makes my brain hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird&lt;/span&gt;: She is so awful it takes my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: What do you think they are doing to prep her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird&lt;/span&gt;: I don't know. Putting in fresh batteries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earlier, at home, we were less trenchant, though no less witty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: Hey, you're wearing blue socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird&lt;/span&gt;: It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: It looks like you stepped in a smurf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-2418880590475088930?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/2418880590475088930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=2418880590475088930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/2418880590475088930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/2418880590475088930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-brain-hurts.html' title='My Brain Hurts'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-5705714550805738428</id><published>2008-10-02T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:25:47.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biden Your Time</title><content type='html'>Joe Biden has a tough job ahead of him in tonight's debate. While it may seem like an easy proposition to debate someone who doesn't believe in dinosaurs, it's actually a lot more difficult than debating a smart, or even mentally competent, person. Think of it as trying to wrestle with a frail old man: go too easy, and the old guy will win; go too hard and you'll be accused of beating up a defenseless old man! Debating Palin is not going to be easy. Putting aside the definite possibility that Biden will fuck this up all by himself, he's going to have to be extremely careful with Palin. He must avoid, at all costs, any of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking smug or pleased when Palin says something dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biden must not revel in her idiocy; but at the same time, he must not let her get away with too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being too fact-y or using logic to make an argument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amercians hate people who know more than they do. Biden must try to steer clear of too many salient points, or reasoned explanations for why things are so fucked up with our country right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accidentally looking at Palin's body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be prurient here, or suggest that because Palin is considered attractive, Biden is going to be checking her out! I'm just putting forward the possibility that Biden's eyes might rest on his opponent at some point in a way that, if you're looking for a juicy news clip, could be misconstrued. Imagine the constant replay of Biden appearing to leer at Palin and then picture all those swing voters with that image planted in their heads as they mark their ballots. It could happen! Republicans will use anything they can get their hands on - remember the Swift Boat Veterans? Remember when Howard Dean raised his voice slightly that one time? Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting annoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a winning strategy for McCain to appear visibly annoyed by Obama during last week's debate. It made him seem like a more grouchy version of Andy Rooney (if such a thing is possible). Not looking Obama in the eye was, frankly, rude. At the very least it was weird. McCain was so twitchy he looked like he'd OD'd on geritol right before kickoff, but I'm getting off topic. If Biden shows too much annoyance at Palin, he will be sunk. If he acts like it's a foregone conclusion that he's going to "win" the debate, he will be sunk. Winning this debate is not about who knows more, whose arguments are put forth with greater reason, or even who's better qualified generally to be veep. This debate won't be "won" at all in the traditional sense. It will merely be "not lost" by the person who fucks up the least. And they are both going to fuck up in their own special ways. All Palin has to do is bate Biden to the point where he says something inapropriate. No one expects anything of Palin. And if she manages to get out a few reasonable arguments during the night, she'll be exceeding expectations so thoroughly that Biden will look like an idiot by comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-5705714550805738428?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/5705714550805738428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=5705714550805738428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/5705714550805738428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/5705714550805738428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/10/biden-your-time.html' title='Biden Your Time'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-5669781270590417319</id><published>2008-10-02T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:25:17.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil' Lemmy, Part II</title><content type='html'>Lil' Lemmy was adopted last night by B. He came all the way out to Bushwick and then went all the way to NJ, which I think was intrepid of him - not to mention kind. Lemmy took to him immediately, and I think she'll be very happy in her new home. Plus: I get to look after her over Halloween weekend, which is the next best thing to getting to keep her myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SOTURu6XqpI/AAAAAAAAACI/JvgZykW0eyg/s1600-h/lemmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SOTURu6XqpI/AAAAAAAAACI/JvgZykW0eyg/s320/lemmy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252556466536557202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-5669781270590417319?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/5669781270590417319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=5669781270590417319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/5669781270590417319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/5669781270590417319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/10/lil-lemmy-part-ii.html' title='Lil&apos; Lemmy, Part II'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SOTURu6XqpI/AAAAAAAAACI/JvgZykW0eyg/s72-c/lemmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-3159634129507345083</id><published>2008-09-29T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:56:06.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird on What?</title><content type='html'>I just mistyped birdonbushwick into blogger and it came out as birdon&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orchard&lt;/span&gt;. For many years, my blog was called The Bird On Orchard Street (www.birdonorchard.com - but don't look for it on the web, unless you're looking in Google cache, for it is no more). Then I moved to Bushwick and I had to change the name of the blog. And being incredibly lazy, I went with Blogger rather than build my own blog app, as I've done in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I typed in birdonorchard.blogspot.com what came up was some CHICK using &lt;a href="http://birdonorchard.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Bird On Orchard&lt;/a&gt; as her moniker! What the fuck!? The cheek of it! I mean how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dare&lt;/span&gt; she! Trollop! What is the world coming to when people can just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEAL&lt;/span&gt; your entire pseudonym wholesale and use it to write some ridiculous screed about people bothering them at the gym? Blah blah blah like anyone cares about your ridiculous-yet-boring life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favor, lady, and sod off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait... Turns out the bitch is &lt;a href="http://birdonorchard.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;me&lt;/a&gt;. Hey now. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did I create this blog? When did I write this lone entry? Why did this blog fizzle out before it even began? Where do babies come from? There are so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; questions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-3159634129507345083?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/3159634129507345083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=3159634129507345083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/3159634129507345083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/3159634129507345083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/09/bird-on-what.html' title='Bird on What?'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-7561229842128313801</id><published>2008-09-27T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:09:06.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil' Lemmy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SN5aYkb8vRI/AAAAAAAAACA/bCBqoWV7vuc/s1600-h/lillemmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SN5aYkb8vRI/AAAAAAAAACA/bCBqoWV7vuc/s320/lillemmy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250733593704840466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Lil' Lemmy (formerly Rad Kitty). We're looking after her for a few days. She needs a good home! We already have too many animals or we would adopt her. She is beyond cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-7561229842128313801?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/7561229842128313801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=7561229842128313801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/7561229842128313801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/7561229842128313801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/09/lil-lemmy.html' title='Lil&apos; Lemmy'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SN5aYkb8vRI/AAAAAAAAACA/bCBqoWV7vuc/s72-c/lillemmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-6933820606871349070</id><published>2008-09-25T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:07:33.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop Naked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNupAxR6J7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/4GSv7VxoVwM/s1600-h/pn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNupAxR6J7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/4GSv7VxoVwM/s320/pn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249975621323990962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering how it's done here in NYC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-6933820606871349070?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/6933820606871349070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=6933820606871349070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/6933820606871349070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/6933820606871349070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/09/poop-naked.html' title='Poop Naked'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNupAxR6J7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/4GSv7VxoVwM/s72-c/pn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-4036059885447547053</id><published>2008-09-23T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:53:27.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2CV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNk424RtURI/AAAAAAAAABw/bkROO2IE3_8/s1600-h/Copy+of+JJ%26S_with_2CV.jpg+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNk424RtURI/AAAAAAAAABw/bkROO2IE3_8/s320/Copy+of+JJ%26S_with_2CV.jpg+cropped.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249289356147773714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother, me, and my sister standing in front of Larry, our battered old citroen 2CV, some time in the late '70s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things to note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister still wears the same basic outfit: floaty peasant top with jeans;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother has the same mop of hair, just a bit less blond; and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still like to wear cute skirts - and always match my purse to my outfit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very little ever really changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-4036059885447547053?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/4036059885447547053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=4036059885447547053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/4036059885447547053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/4036059885447547053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-brother-me-and-my-sister-sometime-in.html' title='2CV'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNk424RtURI/AAAAAAAAABw/bkROO2IE3_8/s72-c/Copy+of+JJ%26S_with_2CV.jpg+cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-5817073510321813461</id><published>2008-09-19T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:49:14.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Beers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: I'm going to get drunk before you even get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: But I'll be home right after you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: Too bad. This is what happens when you send me home alone. I get drunk. by 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: By 7 beers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-5817073510321813461?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/5817073510321813461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=5817073510321813461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/5817073510321813461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/5817073510321813461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/09/7-beers.html' title='7 Beers'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-6971165589126594412</id><published>2008-09-18T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:38:24.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Out With Your Dogs Out</title><content type='html'>Today, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; and I journey to, presumably, a nearby shop, to buy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rockband II&lt;/span&gt;. At some point (viz. as soon as I make some money), I will buy the upgraded wireless drumkit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The track list for RBII is pretty awesome. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Wedding&lt;/span&gt;, anyone? Oh, I think so - indeed yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the full Track List, with the songs I plan to Rock Out to highlighted in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt;. The Songs that will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting Served&lt;/span&gt; (by me) when I'm done Rocking Out to the other songs are highlighted in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;italics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AC/DC “Let There Be Rock”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. AFI “Girl’s Gone Grey”&lt;br /&gt;3. Alanis Morissette “You Oughta Know” (worst. song. ever.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Alice in Chains “Man in the Box”&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Allman Brothers “Ramblin’ Man”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Avenged Sevenfold “Almost Easy”&lt;br /&gt;7. Bad Company “Shooting Star”&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beastie Boys “So Whatcha Want” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Beck “E-Pro&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bikini Kill “Rebel Girl”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Billy Idol “White Wedding Pt. I”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blondie “One Way or Another”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bob Dylan “Tangled Up in Blue"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bon Jovi “Livin’ on a Prayer”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Cheap Trick “Hello There”&lt;br /&gt;16. Devo “Uncontrollable Urge”&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinosaur Jr. “Feel the Pain”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Disturbed “Down with the Sickness”&lt;br /&gt;19. Dream Theater “Panic Attack”&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duran Duran “Hungry Like the Wolf”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elvis Costello “Pump It Up”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Fleetwood Mac “Go Your Own Way”&lt;br /&gt;23. Foo Fighters “Everlong”&lt;br /&gt;24. Guns N’ Roses “Shackler’s Revenge”&lt;br /&gt;25. Interpol “PDA”&lt;br /&gt;26. Jane’s Addiction “Mountain Song”&lt;br /&gt;27. Jethro Tull “Aqualung”&lt;br /&gt;28. Jimmy Eat World “The Middle”&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joan Jett “Bad Reputation”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Journey “Anyway You Want It”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Judas Priest “Painkiller”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Kansas “Carry On Wayward Son”&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L7 “Pretend We’re Dead”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Lacuna Coil “Our Truth”&lt;br /&gt;35. Linkin Park “One Step Closer”&lt;br /&gt;36. Lit “My Own Worst Enemy”&lt;br /&gt;37. Lush “De-Luxe”&lt;br /&gt;38. Mastodon “Colony of Birchmen”&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megadeth “Peace Sells”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metallica “Battery"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Mighty Mighty Bosstones “Where’d You Go”&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modest Mouse “Float On”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motorhead “Ace of Spades”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nirvana “Drain You”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Norman Greenbaum “Spirit in the Sky”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Panic at the Disco “Nine in the Afternoon”&lt;br /&gt;47. Paramore “That’s What You Get”&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pearl Jam “Alive”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Presidents of the USA “Lump”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rage Against the Machine “Testify”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Ratt “Round &amp;amp; Round”&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers “Give it Away” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Rise Against “Give it All”&lt;br /&gt;54. Rush “The Trees”&lt;br /&gt;55. Silversun Pickups “Lazy Eye”&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smashing Pumpkins “Today”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Social Distortion “I Was Wrong”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sonic Youth “Teenage Riot”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soundgarden “Spoonman”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Squeeze “Cool for Cats”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Steely Dan “Bodhitsattva”&lt;br /&gt;62. Steve Miller Band “Rock’n Me"&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Survivor “Eye of the Tiger”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. System of a Down “Chop Suey”&lt;br /&gt;65. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talking Heads “Psycho Killer”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenacious D “Master Exploder”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Testament “Souls of Black”&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Donnas “New Kid in School”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Go-Go’s “We Got the Beat”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. The Grateful Dead “Alabama Getaway”&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Guess Who “American Woman”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Muffs “Kids in America”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. The Offspring “Come Out &amp;amp; Play (Keep ‘em Separated)”&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Replacements “Alex Chilton”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Who “Pinball Wizard”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hungry Like The Wolf&lt;/span&gt;" will be Getting Served &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Rocked Out to at the same time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-6971165589126594412?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/6971165589126594412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=6971165589126594412' title='0 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Think you're safe at home? Think again! Your home is by far the most dangerous place you can ever be. If I were you, I'd move out now and just live on the street. The chances of a piano falling on your head if you live on the sidewalk are pretty low, but what if you have a piano IN your home? Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some oft-overlooked Dangers that I have encountered at home. Memorize this list and maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will avoid some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Cheese in Your Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't think accidentally wiping a small amount of cheese on your eyeball would be Dangerous, but it is. Cheese stings like a motherfucker - especially if it's chedder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opening The Front Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to imagine gouging 1/4 of your knuckle clean off while turning a key in a lock, but I've done it about four times in the last month and it is fucking painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cornstarch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I sliced a 1cm cut in my left forefinger opening the foil seal on a tin of cornstarch. It was like being cut by a tiny knife that came out of nowhere and then disappeared again right after. And it turned out I didn't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; the cornstarch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taking a Shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 times a week, I stub my toe on the side of the bathtub, which is tiled at right-angles, forming a sharp protrudence that acts like a magnet for smaller toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Owning a Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owning a dog is like running through a thorny forest, throwing $20 bills into the breeze as you wiz painfully by.  When I got a dog, I didn't realize that her therapy sessions would cost more than mine. Sure, there are those times when the dog fetches a stick or eats the pizza slice you  dropped on the floor so that you don't have to clean it up, but most of the time, owning a dog involves getting mauled, scratched, and jumped on by a 65lb retarded person and - such as last night - having them run at 20 miles an hour straight into your eye-socket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being In A Relationship &amp;amp; Sleeping in a Loftbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing sexy about a cracked rib. Having a concussion, on the other hand, is hot. There's nothing like anonymous sex - especially when you're not even sure who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-6841255921320527005?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/6841255921320527005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=6841255921320527005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/6841255921320527005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/6841255921320527005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/09/danger-is-all-around.html' title='Danger Is All Around'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-9117084175428687349</id><published>2008-09-09T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T07:59:21.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 Things You Do That Are Really Annoying</title><content type='html'>10. Stop pouring the top inch and a half of your steaming hot coffee into the trash bin for some poor wage slave to clean up later, when the entire contents have congealed into a big sopping mess. If you need extra room in your cup, just ASK FOR EXTRA ROOM when you order your coffee. Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When waiting at a bank of elevators, don't assume that if the one nearest to you opens up, you should get in it. Look around and see if there are some other people who might have been waiting longer than you to get into a car. Try letting them get where they're going first. You'll get your turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. At the office, put your fucking cellphone on vibrate or - better yet - put it on quiet and place it somewhere where you can see if someone is calling you. Not everyone wants to hear your shitty ringtone 5 times an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you're begging for change, don't spin some yarn about why you need me to give you 75 cents. Just ask me for the money. I might have it. I might not. But it will save us both valuable time if you refrain from telling me a story about how you need to get up to 96th street, or that your non-existant car was broken into by your crazy ex-wife. Extra points for NOT showing me the scar you got from a completely unrelated operation you had many years ago that has nothing to do with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you're on holiday here in our fair city, and you're taking a stroll down a busy avenue, get the FUCK OUT OF MY WAY SO I CAN GET TO WORK. When's the last time I stood in front of your SUV back in Iowa when you were trying to get to Wallmart? Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hey Hipsters: GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD BEFORE YOU GET RUN OVER. (p.s. you look ridiculous.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you live in my neighborhood and you've just eaten some chicken, try NOT throwing the chicken bones in the street so that my dog can choke on them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Think you might enjoy having a beer with someone you know very little about? Then you should DEFINITELY vote for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Making a "Top Ten" list? Try just listing the things you want to list, regardless of how many there are, so that you don't end up with a rogue filler item for the second-to-last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop giving out unsolicited advice. No one cares what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-9117084175428687349?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/9117084175428687349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=9117084175428687349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/9117084175428687349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/9117084175428687349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-things-you-do-that-are-really.html' title='The 10 Things You Do That Are Really Annoying'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-1200095039655583858</id><published>2008-09-08T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:28:57.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Reviews!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com/staff/#jacob" target="_blank"&gt;Jacob&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://televisionwithoutpity.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Television Without Pity&lt;/a&gt; gave &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/trueblood/" target="_blank"&gt;True Blood&lt;/a&gt; an &lt;a href="http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com/show/true_blood/strange_love.php" target="_blank"&gt;ebullient review&lt;/a&gt;. Were we watching the same show last night? I thought it was incredibly cheesy... This will probably not stop me from secretly &lt;strike&gt;enjoying&lt;/strike&gt; watching it. And besides, there's a Buffy-shaped hole in the Universe that must be filled. This'll do - unless it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; starts to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt;. Pun. Intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;strike&gt;blood sucking parasites&lt;/strike&gt; new television shows, I lurved the new &lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/90210" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90210&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The first hour was more of the same yawn-inducing teen trauma trope (arguably invented by the original 90210, but that's nitpicking), that makes my toes numb with boredom. I almost switched it off. Luckily, I pushed through the pain and was rewarded in hour two with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001147/" target="_blank"&gt;Shannen&lt;/a&gt; cameo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mystery of Kelly's Babydaddy&lt;/span&gt;. Is it Dylan? Brandon? &lt;span&gt;Steve&lt;/span&gt;? Nate from the Peach Pit!? My money's on Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, children, is today's TV Review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entourage&lt;/span&gt; has jumped the shark - and the shark it jumped was jumping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; shark while Entourage was jumping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;. That's how bad it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-1200095039655583858?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/1200095039655583858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=1200095039655583858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/1200095039655583858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/1200095039655583858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/09/tv-reviews.html' title='TV Reviews!'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-2998875227431023233</id><published>2008-09-06T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:48:50.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slinkachu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Little People in the City&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SMKyRxTRrlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qfY4XUxr_nw/s320/2503250844_5689c2d22b_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242948934574386770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slinkachu.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Slinkachu&lt;/a&gt; is a London artist who makes teeeny tiny models&lt;br /&gt;of everyday people going about their business in the naked city...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SMKxXkZS10I/AAAAAAAAAAc/dp-mJ07K7rA/s320/river_1_-_blog-1_thumb.jpg" alt="Slinkachu" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242947934677555010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, he would create these pieces anonymously&lt;br /&gt;and leave them to be discovered...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SMKxHpJIWHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/iCoF1WpxBZc/s320/tourists1blog.jpg" alt="Slinkachu" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242947661074028658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's kinda famous; and you can read all about it in &lt;a href="http://slinkachu.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-2998875227431023233?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/2998875227431023233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=2998875227431023233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/2998875227431023233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/2998875227431023233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/09/slinkachu.html' title='Slinkachu'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SMKyRxTRrlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qfY4XUxr_nw/s72-c/2503250844_5689c2d22b_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-3944828512569232747</id><published>2008-09-05T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:33:26.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Moments in Drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Vol. 1: Beat This!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Starring British comedy duo, Winehouse &amp;amp; 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Toasters!'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SMA70AlnSlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jq5eFfjsMyY/s72-c/2808213597_d09b3bf54f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-2455697094316020953</id><published>2008-09-03T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:01:06.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy? Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; and I work together - at least for the time-being. I'm a freelancer&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and he manages the "IT Group" for which I have been perma-lancing since early Jan, 07. We actually met on the job. I was seeing someone else at the time and, as far as I'm concerned, he was seething with jealousy and unrequited passion from about January through early May when I finally got a clue and invited him over to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt; and eat chocolate pudding. We've been together ever since - and I really mean that, because in addition to working together we also live together; and since he's not the kind of dude who needs "boys nights out" or any of that crap, we do a lot of socializing together as well. The last time he went to a strip club, for instance, I was there too - and the only unreasonable thing he did the whole night was to try to muscle in on my lap dance with Crystal (not her real name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "problem" is that it's not normal to work with your significant other. Unless you're Charles &amp;amp; Ray Eames or Jonathan &amp;amp; Jennifer Hart, working together is probably not in your best long-term interests as a couple; but we do get along pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our typical working MO takes place via iChat and usually goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird&lt;/span&gt;: OK, to answer your question, no I wasn't putting it in manually. I was running a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;process&lt;/span&gt; manually that updated the data from live over to prod where the server settings allowed you to specify the type of file so that H___ could download the spreadsheet. All we would need to do is create a cron job to run that process instead and then we can have any number of automatic spreadsheet things going from live to prod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pause]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: So... what needs to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pause]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: Do I need to buy you a pony?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-2455697094316020953?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/2455697094316020953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=2455697094316020953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/2455697094316020953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/2455697094316020953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-together.html' title='Happy? Together'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164351766002250899.post-4916589093473823400</id><published>2008-09-02T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:52:46.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'68 - '73</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Earlier Today, On IM&lt;br /&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: What is your favorite 5-year Stones era?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird&lt;/span&gt;: Hmmm, well, if I've only got 5 years, then I would have to say '68 - '73  cuz it covers, basically, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beggar's Banquet&lt;/span&gt; through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goat's Head Soup&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exile&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goat's Head&lt;/span&gt; are the best 2 Stones albums, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;: I would pretty much agree with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird&lt;/span&gt;: That's because it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not exactly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desk Set&lt;/span&gt;, I know. We do occasionally disagree on things and have proper banter. Actually, we disagree on a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of things, but not when it comes to important topics like music or, more recently, doorknobs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doorknobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting a pair of very expensive doorknobs - all the way from Maine (that's in Maine, in case you're not a geography buff). We can't afford a door to put the knobs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; because we spent so much just getting the right knobs. You could say, "Well, why didn't you get a door first, you morons!" but try using a door that has no knobs. A ha! See!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164351766002250899-4916589093473823400?l=birdonbushwick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/feeds/4916589093473823400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164351766002250899&amp;postID=4916589093473823400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/4916589093473823400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164351766002250899/posts/default/4916589093473823400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdonbushwick.blogspot.com/2008/09/68-73.html' title='&apos;68 - &apos;73'/><author><name>The Bird On Bushwick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04741907381965980329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HTBhpaSVc/SNP79-fAqWI/AAAAAAAAABY/9AZoNo9sAkM/S220/n810625182_1607810_6979.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
