Warning: This story will break your heart 15% if you adore Hello Kitty.



According to the NYT Thai police officers who show up late for work, park in the wrong place or even drop a bit of litter are "punished" by being forced to wear a pink armband of shame with a Hello Kitty face and two linked hearts.

There are so many things wrong with this:

1. 1 Hello Kitty should NEVER be associated with something shameful. All she wants to do is wear a cute dress and eat cupcakes with her friends. Why are the Thai police using her to invoke feelings of guilt and shame?

1. 2 Is it really shameful to wear something as adorable as a pink armband with supercute Hello Kitty on it?

1. 3 What does this say to the wee children of Asia where Sanrio characters are hugely popular? We know you like Hello Kitty but really she is something you should be embarassed of.

I say police officers of Thailand unite and wear the armbands as a symbol of pride of Hello Kitty. But that's just me.

(Ok so yeah I know this makes me 5% nuts that I care so much about this)

The latest blog title is an homage to the new Danny and Sandy starring in the Broadway revival of Grease. They were discovered on a reality TV show and voted to star in the musical revival by America. This says to me that it will be a monster hit because everyone from the Midwest who comes to NYC will go see it because they watched the TV show. Inside Im crying a little at the stain this will leave on the original version of Grease.

Also it seemed like a good title because it's summer and everyone seems to be in love.

Ok so now on to the good stuff. Pictures:


I'm in love with Joyce's dress.


The Raschals. Mark adores Cate and I j'adore their blog


My new hair cut. My hair loves me for getting it cut (and colored).


Girl love. Enough said.


Carolyn is in love with both a boy and summer nights. They boy couldn't be with us, but this is how she looks when she thinks of him. Aww.


The Beer Garden. Sausage and Beer. If you don't love that combo clearly you are a pinko commie.


Scientistist love artists.


Friend love.


blurry, but you can get the general idea. Someone loves to give me kisses on the cheek.


Loving Central Park on weekend afternoons.


And finally a picture of Jon.

Although I can by no means take credit for this discovery (some other e-stripper mentioned MC Frontalot ages ago) I did jump on this bandwagon long long ago. Therefore I'd like to call myself an innovator.



Actually I'm just glad that this rad music is finally getting the recognition it deserves.

Joyce is my waxer at J Sisters

I got a wax today in anticipation of going to the beach. Afterwards I always feel like I've either hooked up or have been molested. I can't quite figure out which one. Joyce probably knows my va-jay-jay (thanks for the term Oprah) better than any dude. She really gets in there looks at things. I can't imagine doing that for a living. Getting all up in strangers junk all day.

And now for part two of this post (and not nearly as graphic):
As I mentioned before I'm going to the beach, and I'm going with a boy!! He's probably the nicest dude I've ever met. I keep waiting for the downfall of him being nice, but so far it hasn't happened. So for now I'm just going to enjoy actually hanging out with a non jerk dude. It's pretty awesome.

Last night I decided to call Paulie to have a little chat and tell him about whats been going on and give him the boy update etc. So I call and get his voicemail. I think I peed my pants a little after listening to it. It's this message like "Hi Im not going to listen to your message, call my parents house if you want something and FYI I won't be back for 6 days." Just the way he said it was so typical Paul. Then I decided to call Mikey to see if Paul was camping or whatever, and really do you ever need an excuse to talk to a Visco? So I call Mike and it was at that point where I lost it. His voicemail was all "Hi this is Mike I can't take your call because I'm either busy or doing something where its inappropriate to answer my phone". I was like what are you doing that's is so inappropriate Michael Visco?

Moral of the story:
For a good laugh call a Visco when you know they wont pick up and listen to their voicemail.