Well, I have nearly 1,100 half-started, half-finished, half-assed posts in the EVG hopper. They just weren't working for some reason. Or pointless. (Or more pointless than usual.) So now, in all their glory, here are some of those posts... with, perhaps, an explanation why I never posted them.
Well, as far as dog poop etiquette signs go, this was pretty blah.
Lordy. On what turned out to be my second-to-last time at the Mars Bar, a fellow was sitting by the door, dressed in a pink shirt, seemingly doing rather anything to draw attention to himself. We all figured he was a reporter trying to get some color for his article. He did get any. For more on Mars Bars and pink shirts, please revisit this post.
A shot of 115 St. Mark's Place enjoying its third gut renovation in as many years. I kinda forgot to ever post them.
Oh, a reader wanted to start a Tumblr with photos of people eating their food from Seventh Street restaurants on neighboring front stoops. I thought it was funny. But I never heard back from the person.
This was a pointless attempt at wondering out loud how Phebe's on the Bowery went from a hangout for William Burroughs and Terry Southern (circa 1978) ...
...to a place for duffers and Cincinnati Bengals fans.
EV Grieve Technologically Advanced Form of Extraterrestrial Life Correspondent Bobby Williams took these shots at Tokio 7 on Seventh Street. We were worried that the Predator would break free, and disguise himself in that dress...
But it hasn't happened. Yet.
Is this the worst ad ever featuring a New York Yankee?
Mattress delivery gone amuck.
This opened on Essex Street earlier in the summer. And I told someone that this was Beauty & Essex.
I never did write a review of the new Hamptons Market on First Avenue at 13th Street.
A reader asked: Are the swimsuits in Tompkins Square Park getting skimpier...?
Or are we just getting older? He asked that question after sitting in the Park one weekend. He thought, for a moment, that he was somewhere else. I couldn't make it work without seeming like a perv for posting gratuitous butt shots. I would never do that.
Bobby Williams sent me these photos... of a bridal party in Tompkins Square Park. They were looking for a place to have their pictures taken.
But we think the rats scared them off before they took any photos.
Oh, this was going to be some jokey line about how small sandwich bags are getting. Not funny.
And the rest... random photos...
And I have about 1,065 left...