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28 September 2007

What do I want for my birthday?

Motorboat_charter_turkey Thanks for asking.  I'll keep it brief.

            • I want to 'motorboat' a big pair of all-natural titties.
            • I want a helper monkey.
            • I want to be helped crossing the street.
            • I want a girl to flirt with me, cluelessly.
            • I want a guy to flirt with me, cluelessly.
            • I want a body pillow.
            • I want a blow-up sex doll, dressed in clothing from the Fall issue of Fantastic Man.
            • I want subscriptions to the New Yorker, Butt, and some magazine I've never heard of, but thank you for introducing me to it.
            • I want no mention of aging, weight, or sun exposure.
            • I want people singing together in unison to Naughty By Nature.
            • I want the above list totally ignored.

26 September 2007

Dirty sexy Candis

Candis All that can be said is, "You better work!"  Seeing Candis Cayne on the television screen in Dirty Sexy Money was a thrill. 

I've written about Candis (back when she was Candace) for Past, Over not once, but twice.  I remember seeing her as a boy hanging out on the Christopher Street pier.  I remember the fund-raisers for the new nose.  Seen the television comercials for some bank or jeans or something.  Attended the shows at the now-gone Tomato where Candis would run outside and disappear only to reappear riding on the front of a cab.  And now she's romancing a Baldwin on a star-studded network television show.

Thoughout all this, I've always been a fan.  Congrats, girl.  Give them realness!

Gossip Gaffes: The near-death of Serena van der Woodsen

Untitled Gossip Girl may be the most high profile show shooting in Manhattan, but it's making mistakes.  In order to help Josh Schwartz successfully navigate Serena and Blair through the city, Gossip Gaffes will present the each episode's biggest New York no-no and advise how to correct it.  You know you love me.

Never mind Blair telling Jenny the color of that dress was last season.  (That electric blue was actually three seasons ago.)  Never mind the Bass family owning The Palace, which I believe is a Helmsley property (although I could be wrong on this).  This week's biggest Manhattan mistake was a simple one, but it could have left Serena dead.  Dead!

As Jenny, Dan and Serena end their night after the ill-fated "Kiss on the Lips" party, Serena is dropped off at The Palace Hotel.  After an awkward goodbye, Serena exits the cab, opening the door into oncoming traffic.  Although this is occasionally acceptable, especially late at night on Madison Avenue, the fact that she simply opens the door without looking is complicated by her exiting the cab without looking. 

In reality, the cab driver screams at her.  Horns blare.  Passing drivers yell, "Stupid bitch!"  The door is hit by another taxi barreling down the avenue at fifty or so, resulting in a shoulting match between the drivers, who then turn on Serena and shake her down for cold cash.

The proper way to navigate the exit is to pre-plan who is getting out first before getting in the cab.  If this is not possible, then everyone exits to the curb, allowing the far passenger to exit, say awkward adieus, and then pile back into the taxi to the bitter impatient stare of the driver.

It's the nuances of Manhattan that matter.  Following those nuances will take Gossip Girl from "OC on the East River" to a true New York moment.



25 September 2007

Add Vice: Go gracefully Gay-zelle

Addvice
Disclaimer: I am no more qualified to give advice than Doctor Phil is to give weight-loss tips, Kimora Lee is to doling out fashion direction, or anyone at
Cosmo is to providing tips to pleasing a man.  But they do it.  Granted, they have lawyers and shit-piles of money.  But I don't.  So remember, that anything you read here might be horribly, horribly wrong.  Or it may be horribly, horribly right. 

My guess is as good as yours, just better.

Ask me:  mo [at] manhattanoffender [dot] com

Dear Add Vice -
I'm in my mid-twenties, but have yet to go to a gay bar or club.  They scare me; I always think everyone will laugh at me as soon as I come in.  How does one go to a bar and not end up sitting in a corner?
Yours, etc.
Gay-zelle Scared Of The Other Animals At The Watering-hole

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24 September 2007

The invite does not look "apocoliptic"

SecretUpon receiving the invitation to a party, replying that it looks apocalyptic is not necessary.  Merely a kind RSVP "yes" or "no" is all that is required.  (And, yes, the location is blurred.  There are insane people out there.  And they are all invited.)

It's actually a photo I took at The Box back in March.  Because of the low light, the camera did some wild adjustments making people at a table with drinks and candles sort of an ethereal wonderland.  The phrase "Learn to cooperate with others" is from a song that will be played repeatedly during the evening.

My birthday is not apocalyptic!

Lost and found

ServeAnyone on the Colonial Transport bus connecting the 5:55 Pines ferry the train with very little waiting time, please let me know if you found an American Apparel white gym bag.  As there may have been more than one such bag on the bus, please let the following list of contents aid you in assisting me:

          • One pair Cheap Monday grey jeans
          • One pair grey leather sandals
          • Two pair American Apparel nylon swimming trunks (Navy and Skintone)
          • One Paper Denim long-sleeve tee, black
          • One American Apparel Summer Tee, light grey
          • One Magnum condom
          • One Le Tigre hoodie, dark green
          • One 1.75 Liter bottle Ketel One, 3/4 full

Your assistance is greatly appreciated.

21 September 2007

The Week in Cock: September 21, 2007

TheweekincockCan you ever hear enough about the penis?
Are you up-to-date on your noodle news?
Looking for inappropriate dinner conversation for the weekend?
The Week in Cock has got you covered.
(All links are safe for work, by the way.)

20 September 2007

Gossip Girl: The rape and murder of Manhattan

Gossipgirlin9By now, no doubt, you’ve seen the most important TV show about Manhattan ever. You Tivo’d it or you DVR’d it or picked it up off of your favorite torrent client. (You watched it live? Retro!) And having viewed it, hopefully you’ve marked the date in your calendar to remember forever the day. The day Manhattan died.

Denuded by Gossip Girl, the city becomes the Plain Jane of cities. Locations become irrelevant and interchangeable. Mentions of Henri Bendel or Bergdorf, formerly fab and now more generically aspirational carry little weight or nuance. The Palace Hotel is likewise a broad concept of luxury free of the burden of history or character.

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19 September 2007

Add Vice: Dante's Interno

Addvice
Disclaimer: I am no more qualified to give advice than Doctor Phil is to give weight-loss tips, Kimora Lee is to doling out fashion direction, or anyone at
Cosmo is to providing tips to pleasing a man.  But they do it.  Granted, they have lawyers and shit-piles of money.  But I don't.  So remember, that anything you read here might be horribly, horribly wrong.  Or it may be horribly, horribly right. 

My guess is as good as yours, just better.

Ask me:  mo [at] manhattanoffender [dot] com

Dear Add Vice -
How do I refrain from murdering the intern who speaks loudly, inanely and at length with her mother on the phone each day (2-3 a week) she's in the office? I'm not sure if it's the noise itself, or that she's 20-something and still chats with "mommy" ad-nauseating, but I want to harm her and I know I technically shouldn't. In theory, I could use the excuse that I'm tapering off Effexor and my brain is semi-addled, but I also don't want to hurt my hands pummeling this young lady.
Is it my problem, her problem, or society's?
Love,
Kitty With A Whippet

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18 September 2007

A letter from "Rich Wrangler"

Wrangler From the MO Mailbox:

From:     Imhotmale@aol.com
Subject:  hey this is rich wrangler

remove your June 28 blog about me
or you will be visited by nyc police for inferring that i do drugs
enough said
your comment that i am tweaked inferrs that
and if you do not remove it ????? well you figure it out
thank you

The above is in reference to this post in which Wrangler's amateur porn movie, featuring his self-insertion of a jeep stick shift, is described.  Also of note are Wrangler's comments on that post which demonstrate that he is obviously very impassioned about his non-use of drugs.  Unfortunately the video (which was not-safe-for-life) is no longer up on x-tube, although there are (also NSFL) other videos around. 

As a fair person, I've stricken the word "tweaked" from the original description of Wrangler.  (Really, all he had to do was ask.)  The twittery/jittery laugh, bugged eyes, and jaunty movements could be characteristic of anything:  excessive happiness, mental illness, hyperthyroidism, et al.  For me to guess their nature is simply something beyond my station.

His well-crafted, level-headed requests display the shy flower that he is, worried about his public perception in the towns of Hatfield and Pottstown, Pennsylvania from which his IP addresses generate.  So, Rich Wrangler, sleep easily tonight.  Your request is granted.  You are no longer described as "tweaked" in these pages.  Blossom little flower, blossom.

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