New to my vocabulary:  the phrase “jump off.”   Apparently the cool kids have been using this term to mean something like, “that’s where the fun starts” ?   However, I need to point out that urban dictionary says “jump off” means some other stuff.. see, it’s not just me that thinks it’s something dirty.

It’s the prototype for Meetza’s car. I found it on cuteoverload–that’s about right.

Cat shoes reminded me that I have always loved animals doing things they’re not supposed to do.. like things humans do.  I used to have pictures of cats in sunglasses drinking iced tea, and another pic of an elephant sitting on a tiny car.  Anyway.  Intern Dan says Meetza will be the laughing stock of Brooklyn if she gets shoes.   That is why Dan is an intern.  To be fair, he did have some other ideas..

Dan: get meetza roller skates!
then we can push her around
OR A SKATEBOARD
or a little car
VRRRROOOOOOOM

Did I find this photo or did I outsource it to the intern?  You’ll never know.

Craigslist gets it. When will Hillary?
Thanks Dan.

Get this wallet and you’ll shoot up a diner.

i spent a bunch of time trying to post something else and it didnt work. so i found a picture of a thirsty horse. then posted this as a page instead of a post and got all confused. way to cooperate wordpress.

This is what comes up first when you Google Image Search ‘coolest shit ever’.

This story from today’s Times is amazing. Just read the start of the article:

The back story of how a Torah got from the fetid barracks of Auschwitz to the ark of the Central Synagogue at Lexington Avenue and 55th Street is one the pastor of the Lutheran church down the street sums up as simply “miraculous.”

It is the story of a sexton in the synagogue in the Polish city of Oswiecim who buried most of the sacred scroll before the Germans stormed in and later renamed the city Auschwitz. It is the story of Jewish prisoners who sneaked the rest of it — four carefully chosen panels — into the concentration camp.

It is the story of a Polish Catholic priest to whom they entrusted the four panels before their deaths. It is the story of a Maryland rabbi who went looking for it with a metal detector. And it is the story of how a hunch by the rabbi’s 13-year-old son helped lead him to it.

Read the rest.

After some deliberation, we (Em and Becko- Nora doesn’t know yet) have decided to add an intern to the crapwelike roster. He has been our behind the scenes help since we started but for some reason, it just occurred to us this afternoon to let Dan post and give him a category. duh. Congrats Dan- don’t screw the pooch!

heart,
crapwelike