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Today’s shot is of what is, as far as I know, the largest puddle in Manhattan. Everytime it rains, the corner of First Ave. and Second Street turns into Lake Erie. I’ve always wanted a home near a stream or the ocean and now I have one. Prettier than the East River.
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I’ve been in a very good mood lately and I’m afraid that the quality of the site suffers as a result. Grouchy people are inherently funnier, so on the walk to work, despite pleasant weather and friendly faces, I worked myself into a frenzy over something. I now hate dogs. I know that dogs are like babies and Radiohead in that everyone likes them—at least a little bit—but I’m standing by my new position; dogs are bad.

During an average walk across town, I pass 10-20 people walking their dog, willingly picking up its shit; an act which strongly blurs who is the bitch in the relationship. And then that’s the real problem, these humiliated personal feces sweepers occasionally neglect the duties of cleaning up after their pet. In a city of eight million, if every pet owner only lapses in the doo-doo gathering once a month, it still results in streets that are littered with dog shit. It’s worse in the snow, because it collects and then during the thaw, the accumulated mess is slowly revealed. Ugh. I think we should ban the little shit-makers. Babies too, for that matter.

You know, I also hate graffiti. Can we pass a law where if you are caught not picking up after your dog, you are required to clean graffiti for a day? And if you get caught spray painting a wall, well guess what, Picasso, you are picking up dog shit this Saturday. I should be mayor. Oh yeah, and Bush sucks.

Today’s shot is of what is, as far as I know, the largest puddle in Manhattan. Everytime it rains, the corner of First Ave. and Second Street turns into Lake Erie. I’ve always wanted a home near
a stream or the ocean and now I have one. Prettier than the East River.
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I’ve been in a very good mood lately and I’m afraid that the quality of the site suffers as a result. Grouchy people are inherently funnier, so on the walk to work, despite pleasant weather and friendly faces, I worked myself into a frenzy over something. I now hate dogs. I know that dogs are like babies and Radiohead in that everyone likes them—at least a little bit—but I’m standing by my new position; dogs are bad.

During an average walk across town, I pass 10-20 people walking their dog, willingly picking up its shit; an act which strongly blurs who is the bitch in the relationship. And then that’s the real problem, these humiliated personal feces sweepers occasionally neglect the duties of cleaning up after their pet. In a city of eight million, if every pet owner only lapses in the doo-doo gathering once a month, it still results in streets that are littered with dog shit. It’s worse in the snow, because it collects and then during the thaw, the accumulated mess is slowly revealed. Ugh. I think we should ban the little shit-makers. Babies too, for that matter.

You know, I also hate graffiti. Can we pass a law where if you are caught not picking up after your dog, you are required to clean graffiti for a day? And if you get caught spray painting a wall, well guess what, Picasso, you are picking up dog shit this Saturday. I should be mayor. Oh yeah, and Bush sucks.