Good Grief

If I were smart, I would have been taking a time-lapse photo session of the giant lump of snow that had collected in the corner at the 2nd Ave station. The first day it snowed, it was all white and pristine. And then slowly over the last week or so it got brown, and then black, and gross. And quietly, it has melted. Today, it was almost gone. I felt sad for the lump of snow. Like an urban filthy smelly Frosty who got trapped in the greenhouse. But I suppose he’ll be back again next year.

In other disgusting related news, did you see the footage on MSN about the rats taking over the Taco Bell/KFC in the West Village? It’s frightening. It reminds me of how there will be a day of reckoning between rats and humans. The secret of NIMH will be revealed. And I’m not sure we’ll come out on the winning side. Remember, rats outnumber humans in Gotham 12:1. This is an estimate. No one really knows. But I just read that a female rat can produce 285 new born rats in one year. Yowza.

Which reminds me… did you see this article? It’s about a Rottweiler puppy that was rejected by his mom because his brother was stillborn. So he was adopted by a momma cat. The picture is heartwarming. I just wanted to end this post with something nicer than rat babies. Or giant lumps of shit-as-snow.

For those of you clamoring for my review of Music & Lyrics: I plan to see it this weekend.