Dear Men Everywhere,

Please don't call women you don't know "sweetheart." It's rude.

Where a sandwich can kill you

A Hezbollah sympathizer opened a terrorist-themed restaurant near Beirut. It's called Buns and Guns, and they serve you food named after weapons that you can eat while listening to the pleasantly appetizing sounds of gunfire. A guy at my work went there with a friend and was questioned by Hezbollah when he tried to take pictures in the area. So the food won't kill you, but being a shutterbug will.

All Hail the Chunk (or he will sit on you)

This 44-pond cat, found wandering around after his owner abandoned him when her home was foreclosed on, is currently the biggest story in New Jersey. Thinking he was a girl, the shelter nicknamed him Princess Chunk; the former owner has since come forward and said he's a boy named Powder. More than 200 people have applied to adopt him. Here's a video.

And the biggest story in New York right now? Click here. I dare you.

Wow. That's all I have to say.

I try to keep politics out of this blog because in the journalism industry, partisan rants on personal politics are frowned upon. But partisan-ness aside*, have you seen the latest McCain ad? Has the campaign lost its mind? Obama as The One? Moses parting the Red Sea? Are you serious?

This is one for the Willie Horton and Harold Ford hall of fame.



*Find me an equally beyond-the-pale Obama ad and I'll be glad to call it out.

Random cultural note

In New York, knowing about that little (insert ethnicity here) bakery/restaurant that's been in the same family for 114 years is a skill with equal social value to having actual cooking/baking skills. Or possibly greater value, if said establishment has a unique specialty item that's obscure and yummy and ethnic.