WHASSUP: SEE WHAT STICKS EDITION

Sometimes I just have to throw a bunch of shit at you and see what sticks. It's my spaghetti theory of entertainment. If I only go by my tastes, there's sure to be haters and nay sayers. If I try to please you, you may think I'm placating and find me insincere. Instead, I'm here to say here's 7 days worth of shit to fill you time and I don't give a shit what you do. Isn't that refreshing? The truth!

Okay, okay, I give a partial shit. I hope you have some fun on one of these days out. If you don't, please don't come crying to me. I stated my disclaimer in no uncertain terms. I tossed this at you. Let me know what stuck!

WHASSUP, you inevitably wonder as you mop up cold spagheti. Here's WHASSUP:

Thursday, 8/7, Park Slope Bingo Club, Union Hall: B-fore, B-nign, and other inadvertent BINGO phrases I haven’t learned yet. Grab your dabbers and let loose for the most fun you can have for 5 bucks. $5 to play, 7:30pm doors, 8pm show

Friday, 8/8, Cruel Summer 80’s Dance Party, The Bellhouse: The 80’s were certainly cruel to me.  I’m talkin’ flat-top, jams, over-sized kicks, and a black/red leather Michael Jackson jacket. Yep—I was a jew-ish kid of the 80’s. Perhaps the dancing will help me forget woes. $10, 8pm doors, 9pm show

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FIPS Broken News: Bedbugs Found on N Trains

Taking a cue from the Pavilion, three N trains got themselves some bedbugs. The Daily News says the pesky fuckers were definitely found on cushions in conductor cabins. No word either way on whether they made it into public spaces. The MTA pulled the infested trains out of service for fumigation. “When we found them, we exterminated them,” said MTA spokesperson Adam Lisberg, authoritatively.

We’re now faced with an impossible choice: do you worry more about theoretical Ebola outbreaks or these bedbugs OR do you try to play it cool and act like you don’t give a shit about either?

Tell Us How You Really Feel About...Composting

Image via NY Daily News

As we reported back in May, curbside composting is now a part of daily life in Park Slope. But, nearly three months in, not everybody is loving it:

Please post a negative story about composting. I have loved this neighborhood the last few years but the new compost bins are forcing me to reconsider living here. My wife and two year old daughter live on the bottom story of a brownstone. I used to be able to stand in the front yard (a small patch of grass with one tree) and watch people walk by while getting fresh air. Early this summer I was forced to share my yard with hordes of unwanted guests. Whenever I walk out the front door I am greeted by a biblical swarm of flies, guarding their home, the compost bin.  These aren't normal flies, they are Jurassic park looking behemoths, about the size of a finger. Just to confirm their origin we lifted the hatch and saw scores of writhing maggots. This is progress?

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[FIPS WAS THERE…] CONEY ISLAND

New Yorkers are malcontents. New Yorkers are nostalgic. New Yorkers are progressive. Because New York City changes all the time, things are never as good as they used to be, or ever as good as they could be. In the 70s and 80s NYC was a crime-ridden dump. Graffiti everywhere, broken windows, apparently, and the legendary Squeegee Men who intimated and gauged drivers at stop lights all over the city.  I guess at that time everyone either looked back fondly to glory days of happy hippies dancing barefoot in Central Park, or looked forward to a magical day in the future when some rain would come in and wash all the scum off the street.

In the 90s, when Giuliani started “cleaning” up the place, people appreciated the drop in crime rates, but also became nostalgic for the tough and seedy nature that had been characteristic of the place; you know, The Midnight Cowboy and Mean Streets days that everybody hated when they were living them in the 70s. “Gee, how sad there are no more XXX strip shows in Times Square! It’s like Disney World now.” Complaints about the mall-ification of NYC became a trending topic.

Well, STEP RIGHT UP, FOLKS, have I got a [freak] show for you!

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