Now that is one happy tomato. I wonder what’s got the rest of the tomatoes down.
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In Act 2, scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare writes:
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
[Aside.] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
’Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O! be some other name:
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
Ya see, that’s all fancy talk for "You can all "chocolate" "dog shiz" and it won’t alter the taste; chocolate tastes like chocolate no matter what you call it.
Hello all! The live blogging from the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree Lighting should begin around 6!
I have arrived. The crowds are crazy on 6th Ave, but not nearly as bad on 5th Ave.
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Here’s my current rubber band ball – I threw in that quarter for scale. All of the tan rubber bands came from the post office’s daily mail delivery while the green ones are from Whole Foods. Those are two organizations that love giving out rubber bands.
My god, this is a dull post. I’ll try to do better tomorrow.
I like signs – I can’t explain why, but I think signs are awesome. I talk about them all the time!
Here’s today’s sign, found at a small Italian restaurant. As you can see, they’ve… What, gone for a Morse Code style? I get that the dots are there to break up the words, but for some reason, this is still very funny to me.
That’s all – nothing too out of the ordinary. This short post might be a sign that my tendinitis is bothering me!
Hi, I’m Jamie, and if you didn’t already know, I’m a crotchety old man. Hence the following complaint (Do your best to imagine a garbled old man voice while reading the text below):
In my day (the eighties) we had die-cast metal Hot Wheels and we liked it that way. If your friend pissed you off, you’d just bean him in the head with a corvette or a station wagon and he’d know you meant business. Now these. .. These pathetic substitutes for Hot Wheels are not only poorly constructed, but look at this ridiculous marketing tie in! What kids want to play with the VW from Footloose or the convertible that was featured in Beverly Hills Cop? Why are they selling toys now that should have marketed to me twenty-five years ago!?!