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I don’t really have much to say to lead in to today’s open thread, so instead, Flickr presents: Sheepshead Bay Road, Hipsta-Fied.
No, it doesn’t mean hipsters are invading. It’s a photo taken using Hipstamatic, a photo treatment app for smartphones. And, if you don’t look carefully, you might just think this photo was taking 80 years ago.
I suppose, since we’re on the topic, it becomes a topic, and I can ask: what’s your favorite smartphone photo app?
Oh, and of course, feel free to talk about whatever you like. The open thread is now open.
Sheepshead Bites’ offices are buzzing, as we gear up for A Taste of Sheepshead Bay 2012.
More details to come, but if you have any suggestions, feel free to leave it in the comments or e-mail us.
If you own a restaurant, bar or other food-related establishment and would like to be a part of this year’s event, e-mail nberke [at] sheepsheadbites [dot] com.
Anyway, the open thread is now open.
Please talk about whatever you want to talk about.
Like bidets. What the hell is that about? Bidet… Biden? You see where I’m going with this, right?
(‘Cause I don’t.)
I hate my cell phone. Just about everyone I know hates their cell phone, too.
And, when you’re in the kind of work environment I’m in – fast-paced, digital, mobile – everyone out there expects you to have the sleekest, cutting-edge tech there is.
Except when you’re in the line of work I’m in – journalism – you’re also broke.
So, no, I don’t have an iPhone. I won’t fork over $100+ a month so I can beat Plants v. Zombies for the 82nd time. Besides, I have that on my (3G-less) iPad. I also have an iPod Touch an old friend gave me. So I’ve got enough Apple crap and the phone ain’t gonna add much to it – except fees.
So, back to my cell phone. I’d call it a paperweight, except it’s not really heavy enough when a breeze comes through the window. I really don’t want to call it a phone either, since it’s constantly losing calls and fails to send or receive text messages. If you’ve ever seen me make a phone call, it takes about a minute and a half to unlock the phone, get to my contact list, find the contact, dial the contact, choose whether or not to call using my call screening service, and then, finally, maybe it’ll dial that person. And maybe it’ll keep the call.
Or maybe it’ll just start perceiving phantom commands on the untouched touch-screen.
So, no, I guess I don’t have a phone or a paperweight.I have a rage-inducing klusterfuck from the eighth circle of hell.
Courtesy of Samsung. (“Inspire the World, Create the Future, Annoy the Shit Out of Ned.”)
Do you have a phone you actually like?
Y’know, don’t answer that. I don’t want to hear about it. And I also don’t want that inevitable asshat comment, “You should’ve just gotten a [relevant Apple device here],” which is the comment that always comes about when you say there’s something wrong with your computer, tablet or phone.
So, instead, make me feel a little better: tell me what sucks about your phone.
An ad was posted on Craigslist “Missed Connections” involving Roll-n-Roaster, a brunette, and a 25-year old man.
Amidst the roast beef and 1970′s-style furnishings at 2901 Emmons Avenue, the unnamed 25-year-old found himself gazing diagonally across the room at a “beautiful Brunette wearing a Black T-Shirt, Blue shorts, and Sneakers ‘maybe converse’.” According to the ad, he and the woman made eye contact several times, but he did not speak to her and later on regretted it.
The ad was posted Tuesday; the encounter occurred sometime that evening. The brunette targeted in the ad was “with a friend,” however the post offered no further details.
Sheepshead Bites believes we should all, y’know, love thy neighbor. Sometimes, literally. And, sometimes, we want to help a brother out.
If that brunette is one of our readers, give this dude a chance. Even if he is a little weird looking.
UPDATE (8/3/2012 at 9:00 a.m.): We removed the photo from our post after a reader claimed that the Craigslist poster used that photo of someone else without his permission. Sounds, uh, credible. Way to go, Craigslist.
Sheepshead Bites dedicates this week’s open thread to the 70 victims of the Aurora, Colorado, shooting – 12 of whom were mortally wounded.
A complete list of the victims can be found here, complete with biographical information reminding you that these were people, not numbers.
This unthinkable violence, senseless in every way, is a national tragedy that weighs on the hearts of all of us, and our thoughts are with the families and friends of the victims.
We received an email from reader and Sheepshead Bay native Albert Dashevsky, whose somewhat oversized furry companion is apparently quite the celebrity in the ’hood.
Albert emailed us some photos and, we definitely agree — Biggie, a one-year-old Harlequin Great Dane, definitely has star power potential. According to Albert:
He is pretty famous in south Brooklyn! He turns heads, causes traffic, and creates crowds! I figure I might as well use his celebrity and put him to work lol. I’m wondering maybe you guys can help net him a commercial or something of that sort? I read news on this site all the time so I figure[d] I’d ask.
More photos of Biggie are below the fold.
The heat wave that saw triple-digit temperatures for the last several days has finally ended, and New York City will enjoy temperatures in the 80s for the rest of the week.
How’d you manage the heat wave?
What will you do to relax outside now that it’s over?
Here’s a pretty fitting poem by Stephen Crane that perfectly expresses my sentiments when I sit to write the Open Thread every week:
Once, I knew a fine song,
- It is true, believe me -
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
Heavens! They all flew away.
I cried, ‘Come back, little thoughts!’
But they only laughed.
They flew on
Until they were as sand
Thrown between me and the sky.
Okay, let the bitching, tipping, whining, complimenting, guffawing, cheering, complaining, rooting, boosting and scorning commence.