Wafels & Dinges to La Bagel Delight: 'We Lurv You!'

What can I say? After the shitshow that was the Bachelor finale last night, I have true love on my brain. And honestly, this is like the sweetest fucking thing I've ever seen. I'm serious, people: we could all learn a thing or two about kindness from our fave waffle pusher: Wafels & Dinges. Behold (from their blog):

"Every Saturday we park near LA Bagel Delight in Park Slope. And since we sell waffles and they sell bagels, well, you get the picture...there could be some friction.

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Random Notes Around Town [Good Samaritans]

Not even totally sure WTF this actually means (saved my bacon? Like I guess she means her money?), but I think we can all agree that this is just one of the many, many, many reasons that Park Slope is so darn fabulous (and I mean that in a totally non-ironic way). (Yes, REALLY!).

(via @chrispetescia)

FIPS CARES: Has Anyone Seen Mowgli??

LOST CAT – ORANGE TABBY. Lost on Monday, February 22nd, around 11:30 am on 21st st. between 6th and 7th ave. His name is Mowgli but he was not wearing a collar. He has a slightly bald patch on the right side of his abdomen. He is skittish and has a slight tremor, so he is likely hiding. Contact (203) 414-0504 or (412) 913-5275.

This poor kitty mama's boyfriend sent this along in the hopes that one of you bitches has seen his GF's cat?? Anyone?

"I CANNOT GO TO SCHOOL TODAY, SAID LITTLE PEGGY ANN MCKAY...'

In the middle of the epic-ly confusing first episode of the Season 6 premiere of LOST last night, I got the flu.

Literally, just like that.

There I was, watching the show (mind blown like the rest of you mofos), when this wave of nausea rolled over me like a goddamned sneeze. I went from "totally fine" to "I wish I were dead, make it stop" in about 11 seconds.

Greg has had this flu shit for the past two days, and I had just assumed that I'd powered through not catching it.

Yeah, well I was totally fucking wrong.

I actually think we might have the norovirus, which I caught two winters ago and had a similarly shitty time with. Symptoms are pretty much the same, as is the feeling of "wake me up when this is over."

Anyway, here's where we stand:

*Number of new posts written for today: 0

*Number of posts needing to be edited/published from our kickass group of contributors: 5

*Number of times I've barfed since last night at 10:30pm: lost count...6 or 7?

*Number of bad reality TV shows I watched in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep from all the barfing: 2 (Kell on Earth and Project Runway).

I'm going back to bed....

BREEDER DILF Suicide Contagion?

Can we call it a contagion yet? Why are all these supposedly successful middle-aged dads jumping out of their manhattan high-rises? First there was the UES daddy architect, and now an NYU professor!?

Is this yet one more advantage of living in Park Slope? (there aren’t enough high buildings to off yourself via high jump--in front of your effing kids no less).

This is really kind of creeping me out. I’m glad Erica talked me out of the annual fundraising appeal I was planning for the “give my husband a proper midlife crisis” foundation (text MLC911 to make a tax-deductible donation of $5, 100% of proceeds to actual relief). He might have tried to leap off our 4th floor fire escape in a huff of male hormones and emasculation.

But, really. WTF?