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They Said It Couldn’t Be Done!

They Said It Couldn’t Be Done!

[Warning: There’s a pretty woman right at the end who bought her shirt at a Sherwin Williams store, and didn’t use two coats]

Well, they said it shouldn’t be done. Actually, it was more like they said there really was no point in doing it. Really, though, they said that they weren’t exactly sure what the hell you were trying to accomplish, so there was no conceivable way to judge whether or not it couldn’t be done, or whether you’d done it. There was a small conclave of observers that said that you evidently had already done whatever it was you were doing, so saying “they said it couldn’t be done” was superfluous at that point, but they wanted to say “they said it couldn’t be done” anyway, to indicate that you had, indeed done that thing you were not supposed to be able to do, if that was it, I think it was.

[Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along]

Hey, Dude. The Hood Ornament On My Old Chrysler Came Off In My Hand. Just FYI

Hey, Dude. The Hood Ornament On My Old Chrysler Came Off In My Hand. Just FYI

The Chrysler Building is the prettiest building in New Yawk. The Empire State is pretty handsome, too, but it ain’t all chromed and swoopy like it was designed by a sober kind of Frank Gehry, instead of the regular kind of Frank Gehry that’s abroad in the land designing bent buildings these days.

All that being said, for one brief shining moment, he was on top of the world, ma.  Doesn’t matter if he falls off, or climbs back in. The moment’s over one way or the other.

(Thanks to Gerard at American Digest, who was regularly pooped on by Chrysler eagles back in the day, for sending that one along)