Monthly Archives: September 2012

INTERN DIARIES: Saturday, Sept. 15th, 1012

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Then we texted a bit about meeting up and some other non-diary style stuff.  Then, because he’s grown up with one of the major Burger King franchises in Queens, right on his corner, I asked him about it.  It used to be a Roy Rogers, and I used to hang out in there like crazy when I was a teenager, mooching off the Fixins Bar and wasting time.

INTERN DIARIES: Saturday, Sept. 15th, 1012

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Then we texted a bit about meeting up and some other non-diary style stuff.  Then, because he’s grown up with one of the major Burger King franchises in Queens, right on his corner, I asked him about it.  It used to be a Roy Rogers, and I used to hang out in there like crazy when I was a teenager, mooching off the Fixins Bar and wasting time.

Fan Art: Wyatt’s Pizza Drawing

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Wyatt’s Pizza Drawing is one of those rare works. Abstract,
but so totally nailing the subject.
Wyatt is obviously insanely talented, and let’s face it – he’s got great style too.
Wallabees and Bumblebee stripes.  I’m wearing the same tomorrow.
Upon closer inspection, it looks like this Pizza Drawing might be in an entire BOOK
of Pizza Drawings!  The one we’re seeing is #25.  You can see the ghost of another
right behind it.  Maybe Wyatt can come on the show and show us his Pizza Book.
Thanks to Wyatt for the drawing, Mirabelle Marden for the photograph of the drawing,
and to Keith Riley, Wyatt’s Dad, for having a cool kid like Wyatt.

Meatball Alert

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This 20-something hosehead actually tried to hard stare me and Mr. Parfenix the other day on
Ditmars Blvd.  He had some kind of beef that we were in his way when he wanted to cross the
street.  No words were exchanged, but he walked on like he owned Queens.

Flannel Elmo Pajama Pants.  I’ve seen these at K-mart.  I mean if he was actually some sort of ex-con
or a body builder or something, maybe he could have carried these as tough, but he was walking like
a crippled duck.  

Digital watch, bad Jersey Shore tattoos and some kind of Moroccan bracelet.
Maybe he would have sliced us with that Metrocard in his right hand.

You’d think he was listening to hiphop, or at least some kind of gross neo-death-metal,
but it was super light KTU-style techno.   How you gonna hard stare two grown men and feel like
you’re right when you’re listening to techno??  Oh, Astoria, you’re the best. 

Meatball Alert

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This 20-something hosehead actually tried to hard stare me and Mr. Parfenix the other day on
Ditmars Blvd.  He had some kind of beef that we were in his way when he wanted to cross the
street.  No words were exchanged, but he walked on like he owned Queens.

Flannel Elmo Pajama Pants.  I’ve seen these at K-mart.  I mean if he was actually some sort of ex-con
or a body builder or something, maybe he could have carried these as tough, but he was walking like
a crippled duck.  

Digital watch, bad Jersey Shore tattoos and some kind of Moroccan bracelet.
Maybe he would have sliced us with that Metrocard in his right hand.

You’d think he was listening to hiphop, or at least some kind of gross neo-death-metal,
but it was super light KTU-style techno.   How you gonna hard stare two grown men and feel like
you’re right when you’re listening to techno??  Oh, Astoria, you’re the best.