Feb
20
5:47pm
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daveholmes: HAS ANYONE SEEN HIM? Andrew Koenig (AK-47, the video guy on “Never Not Funny,” and “Boner” from “Growing Pains”) has been missing for a week, last seen 2/14 in Vancouver. Didn’t make his flight back to the US on 2/16. The Vancouver Police are involved, and lots of people are looking. Could you reblog this and help get the word out? And say some prayers or think some positive thoughts? UPDATE: It’s not that I don’t appreciate the “like”s, but PLEASE DO REBLOG THIS. You might have followers in Vancouver, and though the presence of the word “Boner” may make this look like a joke, I assure you it isn’t. Thanks!

daveholmes:

HAS ANYONE SEEN HIM?

Andrew Koenig (AK-47, the video guy on “Never Not Funny,” and “Boner” from “Growing Pains”) has been missing for a week, last seen 2/14 in Vancouver. Didn’t make his flight back to the US on 2/16. The Vancouver Police are involved, and lots of people are looking. Could you reblog this and help get the word out? And say some prayers or think some positive thoughts?

UPDATE: It’s not that I don’t appreciate the “like”s, but PLEASE DO REBLOG THIS. You might have followers in Vancouver, and though the presence of the word “Boner” may make this look like a joke, I assure you it isn’t. Thanks!


Dec
28
8:49pm
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They found the dog!

Thank you for your good thoughts, my friend’s dog was found safe & sound.  I have been siiiiiiiiick for the past few days, I’m sure connected to being up all night and wandering around Red Hook with wet socks shouting “Molly!” but it was all worth it ‘cuz that puggle is home.  Excuse me while I pass out again.


Dec
25
4:19am
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LOST DOG “MOLLY” Pug/Beagle Mix, 4 years old, about 30 pounds, no collar LAST SEEN 12/24 AT 10:30pm IN RED HOOK (near Visitation & Van Brundt) IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION PLEASE CALL! (646) 352-1030 This is my friend’s dog (and my dog’s best friend).  The dog-sitter picked Molly up from me and then two hours later he called, panicked.  Molly slipped out of her collar and now is somewhere (in Red Hook still?).  No tags, no collar.  We looked for until 3 in the morning, and no luck.  I can’t sleep.  My friend is coming back from Seattle early to look for her.  Worst Christmas eve.  Please repost. And keep your fingers crossed.

LOST DOG

“MOLLY”

Pug/Beagle Mix, 4 years old, about 30 pounds, no collar

LAST SEEN 12/24 AT 10:30pm IN RED HOOK (near Visitation & Van Brundt)

IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION PLEASE CALL!

(646) 352-1030

This is my friend’s dog (and my dog’s best friend).  The dog-sitter picked Molly up from me and then two hours later he called, panicked.  Molly slipped out of her collar and now is somewhere (in Red Hook still?).  No tags, no collar.  We looked for until 3 in the morning, and no luck.  I can’t sleep.  My friend is coming back from Seattle early to look for her.  Worst Christmas eve.  Please repost. And keep your fingers crossed.


Dec
22
5:08pm
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Not Great.

I went for a slow jog today in Prospect Park around 2pm.  It was a beautiful day, and I found myself nodding to the other joggers and walkers, feeling part of this community that takes advantage of this beautiful park even as the weather is on the cold side.

Not a ton of people out, but there was a group of teenagers I passed on the path having a lackadaisical snowball fight.  They were careful to avoid me, which I appreciated.  And then, at the top of the South Hill, I passed two young teenage boys.  They had backpacks on, one had a hoody.  I nodded/smiled at them, and they split down the middle so that I had to run between them.  Just as I passed, I saw the one on the left move towards me, and then he smacked me on my ass.

I turned around, infuriated.  I yelled “Don’t be a dick!” and “Don’t touch people who don’t want to be touched!”  They kept walking, nonchalant, but the kid said, “I want to talk to you!” ” He motioned to his jeans, saying again he wanted to talk to me and I yelled “Fuck off!” and kept going.  I was pissed off, and my serenity from my slow three mile shuffle was gone.  And there was nothing I could do.

I kept going, and a few minutes later a Parks & Rec truck went by, and I flagged it down.  They shook their heads at kids these days, those little shits, and the woman in the truck knew exactly the two teens I was talking about.  They had just passed them, and there was something with how they looked — guilty? laughing?  But unless I wanted to call the police, there was nothing they could do.   I just kept saying, I want them to know you can’t do that — you can’t just touch people like that.  Then a cop car came by, and we flagged it down, and then I’m riding around in the back seat and not two minutes later, we come across those kids.

The one who touched me, he immediately starts protesting that he did nothing, what is this about, what is this all about, I didn’t do anything to that lady, and the officer was like, I didn’t say anything about a lady, you dipshit.

And I don’t want to press charges, but I do want this kid to apologize, and to know there are consequences, this  15 year old dick who won’t shut up saying he didn’t do anything, he didn’t do ANYTHING and it will be that lady’s word against his (and this whole time I’m in the back of the car, and he has no idea) and he’s got a girlfriend to get that stuff off (and his touch didn’t feel sexual, just profoundly disrespectful), this little asshole even has the audacity at some point to blame his friend - who has been silent this whole time, and I know that kid didn’t do anything, and I’ve told this to the cops - and all those police officers come by and they’re great.  They keep checking in with me in the backseat, and they tell me they’re taking in the kid who touched me to the station and writing up a juvenile report and if he stays good, then it will all be expunged, and this way his folks have to pick him up from the station and they’ll know that he’s smacking the ass of 30some year old woman in the park.

The cops couldn’t have been nicer, the kid was caught, what he did wasn’t that big a deal (but big enough to get him in trouble, right?  You just can’t think you can touch whatever woman you want to, right?) and in the end they made him apologize to me (and it was one those shitty, sorry for the misunderstanding, for the what you think happened apologies, but whatever) and then I came home.  So why do I feel so sad and weird?

(I hope the other kid gets new friends.)


Nov
29
8:15am
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You can go to this place in Burbank.  I took a couple of ice skating classes there when I lived in LA. hrrrthrrr: Went ice skating with two of my favorite people ever tonight. They are adorable. (I’m going to find a place to ice skate when I get back to LA…I’ve missed it)

You can go to this place in Burbank.  I took a couple of ice skating classes there when I lived in LA.

hrrrthrrr:

Went ice skating with two of my favorite people ever tonight. They are adorable.

(I’m going to find a place to ice skate when I get back to LA…I’ve missed it)


Nov
24
8:06pm
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argh

It’s one thing when your best friend, the one you live with for years after college, the one who you introduce to everyone by saying “this is my best friend _______” or when you tell stories about her you say “my best friend _______” as if her first name is four words long, who you think of as your sister but better because you chose each other…  it’s one thing when she starts hanging out with your ex-boyfriend and you can’t breathe because the three of you all work together and you and she are still living together and sure enough she dates him and it’s a mess and you both move out and move on.

It’s another thing when a few years later she writes a memoir about her life and sends you an email that several chapters deal with your friendship and she changed your name and though she’s never said it in person, or even on the phone, now in this email she says “sorry” and also she’s turning in the manuscript to the publisher in a week.

It’s another thing when the book comes out and gets great reviews and mentioned in Oprah’s magazine and one of the Oprah book club questions is about you (and you even hate the pseudonym she chose for you).

It’s another thing when she organizes reunions and shows so she can sell her books in the lobby afterwards, this memoir which you know she got a six figure advance for.

But it’s this one last thing that sticks in your craw, festering like last night’s rotten popcorn kernels jammed in your back teeth: you have written her two emails, asking her to donate to this, and she doesn’t reply and she doesn’t donate and you just want to tell her to fuck off, a million times over, to please fuck off forever and ever amen.


Nov
17
12:47am
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Reminds me of old graffiti from a restaurant where I used to work:  ”To the world you are one, but to one you are the world.”  Underneath it someone wrote “Grow the fuck up.” This is better. (via alanajoy)

Reminds me of old graffiti from a restaurant where I used to work:  ”To the world you are one, but to one you are the world.”  Underneath it someone wrote “Grow the fuck up.” This is better.

(via alanajoy)


Nov
14
11:39pm
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I am running a half marathon to raise money for the Leukemia & Lymphoma society.  I’m doing it with my friend Basia, who was diagnosed with leukemia a few months ago.  This is the blog I’m keeping of my training.  I’d love your support, tumblr community. Also!  In the next month or so I’ll be holding an online raffle.  Past donors will be retroactively entered (every $25 will be a raffle entry) and there should be some cool prizes.  Looks like some “Bored To Death” shwag, “30 Rock” stuff, Upright CItizens Brigade tickets and shirts, and some bigger and better prizes TBA. tamiintraining: FALL (-ing in love with New York) I ran on Sunday through my neighborhood with Tulip.  No walking this time, just 37 minutes of running.  Progress!  Our group Saturday runs are no longer in Prospect Park — it’s our distance run, and our distances now take us across the Brooklyn Bridge and into the city.  I realized that I missed it, so today I ran around Prospect Park (3.35 miles) for my solo run and it was great.  The gorgeous fall colors, the gazebo, the pond.  So many beautiful distractions.    I feel so lucky that I get to live here, so grateful that this training process has helped me experience autumn here more fully. I love this time of year, but I only discovered that two years ago.  That’s when I moved to New York after nearly a lifetime in Chicago and six years in Los Angeles that might as well have been a lifetime.   In Chicago the transition from summer to winter is swift and brutal.  You wake up one day to discover the leaves have changed, and the next week the branches are bare, as everyone braces for the cruel winter that lasts at least six months.  In LA it’s always palm trees and mud slides, the Santa Ana winds being the one signifier of change — and the Santa Anas are spooky, the air feels still and thinned out, then a gust of heat that rattles everyone’s equilibrium.  People walk around dazed and angry, and every once in awhile someone will talk of how the Santa Anas shake up the ions in the atmosphere, and like everyone else in LA I was comforted by pseudoscience psychobabble.  It’s reassuring, like when you drop your laptop in the toilet and then you hear that mercury is in retrograde, no wonder you’re having problems with mechanical items.  Or the time I wanted to punch a lady in the face for placing her sunglasses on the folding chair next to her at a crowded  meeting.  How dare she take up a needed chair?  As I clenched my fists and hunched my shoulders, glaring four letter epitaphs into the back of her head I remembered I had started Zoloft a week earlier and it was maybe making my thoughts a touch violent.  I got off the prescription that night.  It took me six years to leave L.A. As soon as I came to New York I knew I was home.  When people asked me how I was doing, I’d rhapsodize about how well my dog was adjusting, how much he loved Brooklyn.  Bart, a ten year old Husky/Shepard mix, loved all the people and dogs everywhere, how everyone was so friendly, all the smells on garbage day.  He loved the sense of community, how he could go into the mom & pop stores with me, the change in seasons.  It only took me four months to realize I was talking about myself.  Except for the part about garbage day. *photo of Prospect Park from the beautiful photography blog of jake dobkin

I am running a half marathon to raise money for the Leukemia & Lymphoma society.  I’m doing it with my friend Basia, who was diagnosed with leukemia a few months ago.  This is the blog I’m keeping of my training.  I’d love your support, tumblr community.

Also!  In the next month or so I’ll be holding an online raffle.  Past donors will be retroactively entered (every $25 will be a raffle entry) and there should be some cool prizes.  Looks like some “Bored To Death” shwag, “30 Rock” stuff, Upright CItizens Brigade tickets and shirts, and some bigger and better prizes TBA.

tamiintraining:

FALL (-ing in love with New York)

I ran on Sunday through my neighborhood with Tulip.  No walking this time, just 37 minutes of running.  Progress!  Our group Saturday runs are no longer in Prospect Park — it’s our distance run, and our distances now take us across the Brooklyn Bridge and into the city.  I realized that I missed it, so today I ran around Prospect Park (3.35 miles) for my solo run and it was great.  The gorgeous fall colors, the gazebo, the pond.  So many beautiful distractions.    I feel so lucky that I get to live here, so grateful that this training process has helped me experience autumn here more fully.

I love this time of year, but I only discovered that two years ago.  That’s when I moved to New York after nearly a lifetime in Chicago and six years in Los Angeles that might as well have been a lifetime.   In Chicago the transition from summer to winter is swift and brutal.  You wake up one day to discover the leaves have changed, and the next week the branches are bare, as everyone braces for the cruel winter that lasts at least six months.  In LA it’s always palm trees and mud slides, the Santa Ana winds being the one signifier of change — and the Santa Anas are spooky, the air feels still and thinned out, then a gust of heat that rattles everyone’s equilibrium.  People walk around dazed and angry, and every once in awhile someone will talk of how the Santa Anas shake up the ions in the atmosphere, and like everyone else in LA I was comforted by pseudoscience psychobabble.  It’s reassuring, like when you drop your laptop in the toilet and then you hear that mercury is in retrograde, no wonder you’re having problems with mechanical items.  Or the time I wanted to punch a lady in the face for placing her sunglasses on the folding chair next to her at a crowded  meeting.  How dare she take up a needed chair?  As I clenched my fists and hunched my shoulders, glaring four letter epitaphs into the back of her head I remembered I had started Zoloft a week earlier and it was maybe making my thoughts a touch violent.  I got off the prescription that night.  It took me six years to leave L.A.

As soon as I came to New York I knew I was home.  When people asked me how I was doing, I’d rhapsodize about how well my dog was adjusting, how much he loved Brooklyn.  Bart, a ten year old Husky/Shepard mix, loved all the people and dogs everywhere, how everyone was so friendly, all the smells on garbage day.  He loved the sense of community, how he could go into the mom & pop stores with me, the change in seasons.  It only took me four months to realize I was talking about myself.  Except for the part about garbage day.

*photo of Prospect Park from the beautiful photography blog of jake dobkin


Nov
13
5:40pm
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BORED TO DEATH MEET-UP! Tonight “Bored To Death” creator Jonathan Ames is meeting with and treating fans of the show to a drink on him from 9:30 to 10:00 at Sample Bar in Brooklyn.  I’ll be there as well as fellow writer Martin Gero and it should be a good time.  Sample bar is located at 152 Smith Street in Brooklyn, right by the Bergen stop on the F/G train. It’s a small, intimate bar and Jonathan’s a great guy.  Hope to see y’all there.

BORED TO DEATH MEET-UP!

Tonight “Bored To Death” creator Jonathan Ames is meeting with and treating fans of the show to a drink on him from 9:30 to 10:00 at Sample Bar in Brooklyn.  I’ll be there as well as fellow writer Martin Gero and it should be a good time.  Sample bar is located at 152 Smith Street in Brooklyn, right by the Bergen stop on the F/G train.

It’s a small, intimate bar and Jonathan’s a great guy.  Hope to see y’all there.


Nov
12
1:09am
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I remember reading a story about this cat circus when it did a run in New York a few years ago.  My favorite line was when Yuri said he couldn’t always get the cats to do tricks on command because, after all, they’re still cats. wherescoachbombay: Yuri Kuklachev Cat Theater: Depending on how much I can save while living at home I am hoping to take the Transiberian Railway from China to Moscow to volunteer in Eastern Europe for a while. Now, after watching Abed’s post, I MUST GO TO MOSCOW. I will work countless hours of overtime to see the Yuri Kuklachev Cat Theater.  BUCKET LIST.

I remember reading a story about this cat circus when it did a run in New York a few years ago.  My favorite line was when Yuri said he couldn’t always get the cats to do tricks on command because, after all, they’re still cats.

wherescoachbombay:

Yuri Kuklachev Cat Theater: Depending on how much I can save while living at home I am hoping to take the Transiberian Railway from China to Moscow to volunteer in Eastern Europe for a while. Now, after watching Abed’s post, I MUST GO TO MOSCOW. I will work countless hours of overtime to see the Yuri Kuklachev Cat Theater.  BUCKET LIST.


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