Congestion Pricing BS

The Congestion Pricing plan is being hugely hyped today and there is a possibility it will be passed. This means $8 toll to cross over bridges south of 86th Street between 6am and 6pm. While this all sounds great for the environment and traffic, it is a major issue for those living in Brooklyn and Queens, deeming those lesser citizens and not allowing them the same luxuries as those who live in Manhattan. Anyone in Manhattan can take a cab during those hours without any fee, but those who are in the outer boroughs must pay $8? What kind of fairness is that? The MTA is not prepared to take on extra traffic—it can barely hold the riders they currently have. And what about when it rains a little bit and subway lines are deemed out of service? Those of us forced to cab it have to pay an extra $8? This will also affect the number of cabs available in Brooklyn. Yellow cabs will no longer want to travel in the outer boroughs because of this fee. This greatly affects quality of life. The city says, "only 5% of commuters in Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island and the Bronx commute to the Manhattan CBD by private car." This means it mostly affects the taxis.

They say "the revenues collected through the charge will be used solely to fund expansions and improvements to our regional transit system and acheive (sic) a state of good repair on city streets and on the transit system." (Idiots.) But what about the money they do have? Where is the money from the raises in the cost of taking public transportation? Weren't they supposed to fix the system with that money? Plus, wasn't there was a surplus last year? Where is that money going?

I find it humorous that they mention they will make biking and walking safer. That's great...but why the hell would I ride my bike to work? I don't work at a sports facility where biking clothing is acceptable at the office...and I am not peddling in to go to college, so that's out of the question.

The main issue with this is that it deems anyone who doesn’t live in Manhattan second class citizens who are not allowed the same privileges. That’s some major BS.

Spitzer's Pussies

Oh Eliot!

Mmmustachios!

Emperor Tamarin monkeys. Oh la la!

How About Them Apples

Hans and I were walking to the train this morning and saw a truck that said, "Johnny Rotten's Produce."

So we were coming up with better names.

Freddy Fresh's...
Fresh Prince's...
No.

Sid Delicious'!

Aye Aye Aye

Poor little lemur! This Aye Aye Lemur is just a baby and is super rare. They were hunted in their native Madagascar because they were seen as bad omens. This one looks like my cat, Lil Louie Monster...if he was wet.

Question

How do you throw a garbage pail away?

Ouch

We Are Family

Meet the Marmoset family.

Hey, Hey We're The Monkeys!

Monkeys get married too!

Extra Extramarital

First New Jersey's Governor McGreevey, married to a woman and thought-to-be straight, had an affair with a man.

Now New York's Governor Spitzer, thought-to-be shady (by me), admits to getting it on with a prostitute.

Look out Connecticut...these things happen in threes and you complete the tri-state area.

UPDATE: Former Connecticut Governor John G. Rowland was sent to the slammer back in 2005 for corruption! He wasn't having sex with high-price call girls or men with names like Golan, which is why I probably forgot about this dousy.

Whoa, Man!

The moment I realized I was dating a guy who was also dating someone else was a weird one. I was twenty-three and been with Joe LaDouche (my sister's play on his real last name) for about seven months. I had suspected something wasn't right and I found a number in his wallet. (A snooper always finds what she is looking for.) I wrote the number down and called it. When a woman answered, I introduced myself as Michele, Joe LaDouche's girlfriend. She said, "What?" I repeated myself, and she told me to hold on that her sister was on the other line and she had to get off that call.

She came right back and what could have been a verbal cat fight turned out to be one of the greatest moments, where two women came together in a situation that could have turned them against each other.

Her name was Bernice and she didn't know Joe had a girlfriend. She was pissed he had two of us. She told me that Joe, a pizza delivery guy, was going to come over her house after he got off of work. She wanted me there too. So I went.

Bernice was beautiful. She had deep olive skin and super short hair that showed off her perfect cheekbones. I possessed no hatred for her. We were quite different in style and look, but we had Joe in common, as well as the desire to call him out on his betrayal.

Her plan when Joe was to arrive was different than the one I would have orchestrated, but I was on her turf, so I complied. I was to hide in the closet until he came into her apartment. She was going to start asking him about me and it was up to me when I wanted to pop out.

When I heard Joe respond, "She's my crazy ex-girlfriend who won't leave me alone," I opened the door with the question: "Your ex-girlfriend?!"

He was startled, started heading for the door, and shouted, "You bitches are crazy!"

Yes...we were, but Bernice then took out a bat and blocked him from leaving. She demanded to know details—the why, how could he—but it really didn't matter. Bernice wanted nothing to do with him and neither did I—she and I had formed a bond perhaps far greater than anything Joe and I experienced in those seven months. We were women, being women to each other.

She didn't hit him with the bat or anything. He left shortly after. Her first words to me were: "Are you OK?" Then we counseled each other on how we both deserved better.

Today I was encountered with a similar situation—not involving me, but someone I love more than life itself. The other woman was nothing like Bernice...in fact, woman is too good a word.

I thanked her so many times all those years ago, but this experience made me think of her again.

Thank you, Bernice.

Woman On Top?

Maybe Hillary and Barack should just decide who is going to be on top. Joining forces could make them the ultimate force to reckon with.

I wonder who is going to be McCain's running mate? If he gets Ron Paul, he may have a fighting chance.

Kissing Like Bret Michaels

Lemur! So cute!