SUPERBAD

A brief conversation with my building's Superintendent

Me: Did you get the note I slipped under your door Monday?

Super: No.

Me: I paged you Tuesday. Did you get it?

Super: No.

Me: I paged you yesterday. Did you get that?

Super: No.

Me: I left you a voice mail. Did you get that?

Super: No.

Me: Did you get the generous Christmas bonus I left for you in December?

Super: No.

Me: Precisely.

Slippery Nipple

This photo plastered to the double doors of the 

Broadway show "Baby It's You!" caught my eye ...

And I have to wonder if actress Beth Leavel 

is happy with the world knowing she has an "outie."

Dancing on the Ceiling Fan

I installed a ceiling fan in my bedroom to help ease the oppressive heat during the summer months. While it may circulate the air and cool the room, it was also making a clicking sound that made me feel I was sleeping under a clock factory. I had to take action. I tried WD-40. I tried sleeping on the couch. I tried earplugs. 
Finally, I tried wedging my little doggie doorstop between the top of the fan and the ceiling. Voila! No more noise!

As for aesthetics, I'm not so sure. 

Red really isn't a good color for my bedroom.

Bread Line

In the Old Days, poor folks lined up for hours to get free bread. 

Nowadays, poor folks line up for hours to get $5 donuts.