Rats in the cellar

Yesterday I took six individual subway trains (making up four trips underground). While waiting on those six trains, I saw one train pull out as I arrived, and twelve trains heading the other direction. But the subway can provide its own entertainment:

What can you say about this?

I went out to meet up with some people after work last night. Here’s a bleak picture of the place:


Hopefully this weekend will yield some more interesting pictures.

Year of the Pig

This weekend I went to Chinatown with some friends for the first day of the Chinese new year. This is the Year of the Pig, and according to some sources, it’s the Year of the Golden Pig, which happens only once every 600 years.

Mott Street was crowded:


While we were there, we watched a big red lion go from store to store:


People were shooting confetti into the air from hand-held fireworks. Daryn caught one of the little parachutes that came out. For his sake, I hope it means good luck:


Happy new year!

Urban snow

This is what a Wintry Mix looks like the next day:

Sitting alone

It looks kind of sad, doesn’t it?

When friends come to blows

Just to reassure you that my new toy hasn’t made me a complete recluse, here’s a picture of Jay and Mike, who came over to play with the Wii. It’s an action shot of their boxing match:


Mike won by decision.

Whee!

Someone described it to me like this: “It’s like being in Communist Russia. You stand in line in the cold—and you probably won’t get anything.”

And I did stand in line. And it was cold. But I did get something! So maybe it’s not like Communist Russia at all! Also... at the end of the line, rather than getting necessities for living, I got a new video game console!!!

Speaking for deities

I was not one of the people especially welcome at the bar I was in the other day:

Cuteness isn’t just in the sidebar

I went to a party last weekend. These were two of the residents of the place. Sweet, aren’t they?


And happy Groundhog Day!