So it’s just another rainy crapola day in the city.  Ontop of it, I’m not feeling too great after a shady hearty McDonald’s breakfast.  So here I am relegated to drinking a Jamba Juice Peach Pleasure while trying to figure out which trash receptacle I could puke in without scaring or pissing off too many people.  So while I make this all important decision, here’s a few thins for you to contemplate…

⊕Radical Christians will protest anything like a Starbucks logo.  Here’s a clue, a mermaid’s lower half is that of a fish.  They don’t have legs to spread.  Duh.

⊕It’s gonna get harder to hit a strike… and to respond to a Friday night riot which those lanes were always good for.

⊕With postage rates going up, environmentalists are now saying we need to stop mailing letters.  That’s exactly what we need… more people on the unemployment line as the U.S. Postal Service will start laying people off.  Anyone ever see The Postman?  Yeah… you’ll never look at your mailcarrier the same way again.

⊕If you haven’t watched BattleStar Galactica last week, you missed the most intriguing look at the Cylons yet.  Those Basestars… they are alive…

⊕Miss Britt has announced BrittCon to be held right here in New York City.  Someone suggested walking through Harlem.  I love you Britt… but you’re on your own there.

Yeah… I feel better… not.