As the earth hurls out of orbit, straight into the sun, Norma and her neighbor, Mrs. Bronson try to help each other through the ordeal.
The streets are deserted as everyone tries to avoid the inevitable heat-stricken doom by heading north. Finally the two break down as the heat and nerves continue to rise.
Just as the record temperatures continue to jump...
Norma wakes up out of a feverish dream. She remarks to Mrs. Bronson how nice it is to have darkness and cool air. She's relieved it was all just a nightmare.
In her fevered state, she doesn’t realize that the earth is still out of orbit, it’s just headed in the opposite direction, in the Twilight Zone.
Beers Consumed in the Hour: Two 16 ounce cans of Budweiser.
Okay, here we go, the first annual MAD New Year's Eve party! I know a lot of people are out and about, so if you're reading this I appreciate it. Every year I do the same thing on New Year's Eve: I get a shitload of beer and some snacks, lock the door and watch The Twilight Zone Marathon on the Sci-Fi channel. This year however, one thing is going to change. Netflix now has all the Twilight Zone Episodes available for streaming, so I can watch my favorites all night long! I am the Master of my Twilight Zone domain! Let's take a little inventory of the party supplies now.
Here's my snack items: A loaf of miniature sourdough bread, a package of onion crisps, sharp cheddar cheese slices, some salami and some port wine cheddar cheese spread. I'll be able to make several different snack trays out of these ingredients. But what to wash it all down with?
Well, I think this should do the trick! I'll be back at 7 PM with another hourly update as we countdown to 2012!
One of the things I like about New York City is that you can get a beer on almost any block. Be it a bar, or a deli like this one. Let's stop for a pause for the cause.
This one's nice because it's got a seating room. I can enjoy my beer and work on the blog.
Here's the tables and chairs up here.
Here's my work station, complete with beer and chips.
There's a nice view of the whole deli from up here.
I got baked potato flavored chips, which struck me as odd. Potato flavored potato chips? That's kind of blowing my mind!
So I tried one. It tasted like...potato. Mind = blown.
I drink them two at a time once I'm up in the air surrounded by assholes that won't stop texting to speak to me and smell of McRib Sandwiches. The laptop's almost out of juice, the next post will be from home. Sweet home.
What a fucking week this has been. At least I didn’t have to stay as late as I thought I would, but it was just ten hours of pure stress. And it was that way pretty much all week. Crazy deadlines, crazy work, crazy peole, crazy glue...Crazy Eddie where are you? Yes, I’m losing it. So I thought tonight I’d just wander around and have a few drinks on the way home and take pictures. Ready? Set! Wander...
And off we go. It's getting chilly out here, time to get the jacket out of the closet.
I wonder if that pizza place sells beer. I've walked by it probably thousands of times and have never gone in. Let's go check it out.
Biff alert! They have Miller Lite in here, let's go get the first beer of the evening.
Here's the pizza, now where's the beer?
Here we go, they've got a nice selection of bottled beers here.
I chose a bottle of Peroni and this friendly fellow not only sold it to me, but posed for a picture. Cheers!
I'm sitting at a table and relaxing while watching people buy pizza slices.
Hey here's the Green Tomato, one of my less frequented Fortress of Solitude stops.
Tonight they're speaking my language, let's go on in.
And here we are at my usual streetside table. Gumby's hiding as he's still a little paranoid after that "prank" he pulled.
It's really nice sitting here, drinking beer and watching the world go by. A great people watching spot for sure.
Obligatory window reflection shot!
Here's a guy practicing his ATM moves.
And yet another getting cash for ATM. Are these people porn stars or what?
Okay, I"m really tired, time to get one for the road here.
And here it is, bagged and strawed and ready to go.
Ha, I like this graffiti on the phone booth of a stickman flipping the bird.
And check out the Snapple bottle, that doesn't look like Kiwi Strawberry to me!
And I've got a feeling this isn't lemonade in the Subway cup. Yeeesh!
And here we are, the last stop of the evening, my corner deli, The Blue Valley.
Sip Ahoy! ("Sip Ahoy is a patented Uncle Waltie catch phrase, please get permission before you use it.) Goodnight everybody and see you tomorrow after dark.
Jeremiah Moss put up a great post and challenge over at his blog, Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York. I’ve written about St. Mark’s Bookshop a few times here on this blog and have encouraged people to buy a book there and help keep this East Village independent landmark bookshop in business. All the information is over at Jeremiah’s blog, just click here: Buy A Book Weekend! And then go buy a book, as Jeremiah notes, you can buy one online, so even if you don’t live in New York, you can help out and get a great book by doing so. There’s no downside, so do it now!
Shit, this is a first. I’m just getting ready to go and I went to get my camera out of my bag and I must’ve forgot to pack it and left it at home. I had a plan for tonight, but I’m not going all the way home and then going out again, so I’ll do what I was going to do next week. So what about tonight? Well, I guess you’ll get some shots of my apartment. Hey, what are you going to do?
Okay, first things first, time to finally drink that Sol after repeated urgings from Britta and Clacky joined in last night.
And here it is, the lone bottle of Sol, finally out of the fridge.
And here's the oblgatory mirror shot of me drinking the beer. Cheers to Britta,Clacky and to all of you. And to Shawn Chittle for buying the beer in the first place!
A sip for Gumby.
And a shot of Gumby in the cup. He's a little more eliusive than the other Gumby and is reluctant to have his photo taken, so enjoy this rare shot.
This air conditioner is 8-years-old. I got it on sale from PC Richards for 93 bucks. I can't believe it still works, but it does. And on a scorching night like tonight, I'm thankful for it.
I think I've posted this picture before, but it's worth posting again, the "Funny Cry Happy" store on 14th Street. Sadly it's now a cell phone store. Ecch.
Here's an issue of Time Out New York where I wrote a story called, "16 Beers in 16 Bars in 16 Hours." Kind of a precursor for my 99 Beers book and 365 Bars. I got a cover line on the issue, so I was happy with that.
The first page of the article. Look at me with no grey hair!
Look at this old Life magazine with Charles Manson on the cover. I remember reading this as a kid and it kind of scared me.
Susan Atkins and Charlie Manson on the lead pages of the Life story.
A picture of a fat cat is the last page "Parting Shot" for the issue.
My two heaters, I won't be needing these guys for a while. Hey, what's that in-between them...
Jaws sent in this magazine cover from 1979. It's the Progressive letting loose with the H-Bomb, a distant cousin to the F-Bomb if I remember correctly. Thanks, Jaws!
Snack Item of the hour: More crisps with the cheddar cheese slices and salami.
Twilight Zone Episode: “The Midnight Sun”
As the earth hurls out of orbit, straight into the sun, Norma and her neighbor, Mrs. Bronson try to help each other through the ordeal.
The streets are deserted as everyone tries to avoid the inevitable heat-stricken doom by heading north.
Finally the two break down as the heat and nerves continue to rise.
Just as the record temperatures continue to jump...
Norma wakes up out of a feverish dream. She remarks to Mrs. Bronson how nice it is to have darkness and cool air. She's relieved it was all just a nightmare.
In her fevered state, she doesn’t realize that the earth is still out of orbit, it’s just headed in the opposite direction, in the Twilight Zone.
Two 16 ounce cans of Budweiser.
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