This video has almost everything I’m looking for in the Internet: Giant animals terrorizing people, Segways and Taco Bell.
That elk has the right idea.
This video has almost everything I’m looking for in the Internet: Giant animals terrorizing people, Segways and Taco Bell.
That elk has the right idea.
The 2011 Name of the Year bracket is out. Now we know there are actually people named Stonegarden Grindlife, Dr. Loveday Conquest, and, improbably, Heidi Hohl.
Hat tip to Scott for the link.
Sorry, it never got any less busy today so there’s not much substantive content to speak of.
Speaking of: Thanks kindly for all the survey responses. If you’ve noticed, I’m trying to embed links into link posts, since confusion over links was the most frequent complaint. Eventually I’ll also have the color of link text in posts changed to something more link-appropriate; I just have to figure out how to do that first.
As for the second most frequent quibble: I know the photos of the sandwiches suck and I apologize. I will try to be conscious of how they are lit at the very least, but I don’t think they’re going to get a heck of a lot better.
Thing is — and excuse me for taking you into the sausage factory here — I try to make sure I’m good and famished before I go get the sandwiches, because I feel like I write more passionately about sandwiches when the sandwich is really satisfying my hunger. Plus I don’t want anything I’ve eaten earlier to color my sandwich analysis.
So needless to say, by the time I take the sandwich out of the wrapper it requires all my will power to snap photos of it with my cell phone instead of just tearing into that sucker. I could buy something like this for more professional-looking photos maybe, but by the time I get that all set up the sandwich is going to get soggy and the sandwich-eating experience will be blemished.
Also, because I’m only using SurveyMonkey Lite and I’m not a SurveyMonkey subscriber, I only receive dthe first 100 responses to the poll. If you professed your undying love for me (whatup Beyonce) or lodged some very important complaint and I haven’t addressed it, it could mean I didn’t see it. You can always contact me via the form above, on Twitter, or via email at tberg@sny.tv.
Here are some people falling while waterskiing. If you don’t like Linkin Park, you’ll want to provide your own soundtrack.
Most space food, it seems, is pretty bad, and of course the astronauts know this better than anybody, which is why in 1965 John Young smuggled a Wolfie’s corned beef sandwich onto Gemini III to surprise his crewmate Gus Grissom. It was only a 5 hour flight so it must have been done for laughs rather than to whet a jaded appetite, and after two hours Young duly produced his sandwich. That’s John Young, below. We even have the dialogue.
GRISSOM: Where did that come from?
YOUNG: I brought it with me. Let’s see how it tastes. Smells, doesn’t it?
GRISSOM: Yes, it’s breaking up. I’m going to stick it in my pocket.
YOUNG: It was a thought, anyway.
GRISSOM: Yep.
YOUNG: Not a very good one.
– Geoff Nicholson, Psycho-Gourmet.
If you didn’t have favorite astronaut before, I hope John Young just earned that distinction. He’s got a pretty healthy space resume, too: Dude walked on the moon, piloted the first space shuttle, and was aboard the fastest-moving manned vehicle ever. And he did all that despite a reputation as a renegade after callously sneaking a sandwich into space, perhaps outer space’s first sandwich*.
Later space sandwich experiments apparently went over better, as the post includes this photo:

*- Presumably if there are other advanced carbon-based life forms in the universe, they’ve figured out sandwiches too. If basically every culture on earth could develop some sort of protein wrapped in some sort of starch, I’m not sure why it wouldn’t happen in outer space too. It’s one of the hallmarks of civilization.
Link comes via Twitterer @kmflemming.
Ever come down five minutes too late to move your car for alternate side parking only to find the Sanitation Department has slapped on one of those stickers that’s totally impossible to get off without leaving scratch marks and a sticky residue on your window? Councilman David Greenfield hates that too, so tomorrow he’s planning on introducing legislation to ban the stickers, saying fines are plenty for parking scofflaws. He asked the Daily News, “It’s a pretty punitive form of punishment. I mean, what’s next? We’re going to start slashing people’s tires when they don’t park on the correct side?”
I’m all for publicly shaming bad drivers and maybe even bad parkers too, but I agree that it’s a little extreme to make driving and parking more difficult — by blocking vision — for those who forget to move their cars for alternate-side parking.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for street cleaning, but I lived for four years on a crowded block that apparently required cleaning four days a week. Whenever I kept a car there — thankfully not all that often — I constantly had to juggle my schedule to make sure I could move it at the appropriate times. Huge pain in the ass.
Plus it was hard enough to find parking in the area that everyone basically just double parked on the opposite side of the street for the two-hour street-cleaning stretch. If you were parked on the side that wasn’t getting cleaned between 11 and 1 and you knew you had to drive somewhere at noon, you had to plan ahead of time to move your car to the other side of the street at some point before 11, then double park it at 11 so you could actually get out when you needed to. And it’s like, I got stuff to do besides shuffling my car around.
I think the people who do deserve scarlet letters for driving are those that try to go through the E-ZPass lane without an E-ZPass. Nothing on the windows, just maybe a bumper sticker that says “I SUCK” so that other drivers will know not to follow that person into an EZ-Pass lane next time.
I’m traveling back to New York this morning. I should have some posts up in the early afternoon, but until then, please help me by answering this seven-question survey. I’ve done one of these before but it seems like there some new readers around and I’d love your (anonymous) feedback. Just click the headline to get there. It’ll take you five minutes and it’ll help me understand what you’re looking for when you come to this site.
Also, while I’m at it: Please tell your friends about TedQuarters. The more traffic I get, the more cool stuff I’ll be able to do to benefit this site.
The Internet is abuzz this morning with something someone said on talk radio. I haven’t traced it all the way back to the source yet — I’m in Miami and I’ve got plenty else to do. But in response, I tweeted this:
I got a few responses. Some pointed out that criticism of sports talk-radio is no different from the teeing off on newspaper columnists that I frequently endeavor in this space. I never said it was. I choose to read the newspaper every day. I find it a convenient way to catch up on the local teams while I’m commuting. And I find it entertaining.
I choose not to listen to sports-talk radio — at least not very often and only if I’m feeling masochistic. I don’t fault anyone who does. If it offers you some value, by all means, keep listening. I just wanted to remind everyone that there is always a choice, and I believe a certain level of discourse is best left ignored. Plus, like I said, there’s music on.
Others said that sports-talk radio drives a lot of the conversation I respond to on this site. That might be true. But to that I guess I’d say: Who really cares? With sports and sandwiches and dinosaurs and everything else, there are always plenty of angles to discuss. If they are or aren’t driven by one medium, they’ll be driven by another.
But I’m curious.
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Well this is vaguely exciting: My first Spring Training road trip. Since the Mets are bringing what looks to be their Opening Day lineup to Viera, I’m heading up that way now for this game.
Every time I hear “Space Coast Stadium,” I wish it was “Space Ghost Stadium.”
No!
Michael J. Leboff, a 20-year-old junior at Sacred Heart University, signaled his intent to run for mayor of Rockville Centre on Monday when a family member went to Village Hall to get an election information packet for him and a link to a website for downloading nominating petitions and financial forms.
Leboff, a media studies major who was born and raised in the village, says he plans to run as an independent in the June 21 village election. He will compete against Francis X. Murray, who threw his hat into the ring several weeks ago and introduced running mates Nancy Howard and Michael Sepe on the new RVC United Party, and Mayor Mary Bossart, who is expected to announce that she will run for a second term on the Concerned Citizens line, along with Trustee David Krasula and a second candidate who has not yet been identified.
– Judy Rattner, Long Island Herald.
Fellow Rockville Centre native Paul passes along this link. I don’t know Leboff, but good luck to him. My friend Ripps put together an exploratory committee to run for mayor when we were 18. His platform was to be making the cops less adamant in “harassing” high-school kids (nearly all of whom totally deserved it), and his exploratory committee was me and my friends sitting around in his backyard talking about how hilarious it would be if he got himself elected mayor. We got lazy and never followed through.
Anyway, if elected, Leboff faces a huge challenge. The mayor of Rockville Centre has to cut a ton of ribbons. I’m pretty sure that is the primary function of the office. Every single time a new business opens, you need to be there with oversized scissors to cut the ribbon. Candidate Francis X. Murray’s father, the O.G. Mayor Murray, cut about a ribbon a week for like 30 years. It’s quite a feat of endurance. Are you up for that, Michael Leboff?
Also, Leboff is up against some stiff competition. Bossart has been in town politics since at least the late 80s, when she ran for the library board on the same ticket as my friend’s dad. And the Murrays are a village institution.