I’m a huge fan of the reality show, Cops, and rather than walk the streets of New York in the 95′F heat taking photos, I decided to stay indoors and watch some mindless television.

I’m sat here watching the 3:30pm episode on G4, and there’s an incident involving the Mexican/American border, a bridge, and an altercation between two rivals gangs. Anyway, some fighting and pistol whipping ensues, and some Mexican kids are arrested and placed in the back of various squad cars. One of the arresting officers approaches a witness and the conversation goes as follows:

Cop: “did you see what happened here?”

Witness: “yeah man, these guys over on the bridge came bustin’ through a line of girls that was with us, one pulled out a gun.”

Cop: “can you describe the individual with the gun?”

Witness: “yeah man, this guy was tall, real tall.”

Cop: “how tall would you say this individual was.”

Witness: “man he was like five eight, five nine.”

You couldn’t make this shit up if you tried.

Kicking It is a documentary narrated by actor Colin Farrell, which showcases the lives of six remarkable homeless men from the far reaches of the world that all possess one unique talent - they’re incredible soccer players.

It’s heartwarming to see six homeless people achieving their dream of playing in a World Cup soccer event - six homeless people off the street is six less, which makes me feel all good inside.

Back in March I wrote about my debacle with Lee’s Art Shop - and I promised an update after trying out the guy in Brooklyn Heights I’d found on Google.

Well, I’ve had three pictures framed by the guy that runs Daphne Art & Custom Framing, and I plan to use him for every framing project in the future. He’s been extremely helpful and professional, and even waived the extra fee for expediting my most recent order as I came back to him a second time - very generous.

As it turned out, he fitted exactly the same frame, backing, and glass as Lee’s - for half the cost.

154 Montague St
Brooklyn, NY 11201-3535
Phone: (718) 643-0229

One of the most shit-filled days I’ve had since moving to New York was the day I left my video camera in a cab. That doesn’t even come close to being fucking burglarized and having my laptop, PS3, and Tag Heuer watch stolen in one fell swoop. Our apartment was broken into yesterday some time between 6pm and 6:30pm.

I came home around 9pm to find the front door smashed through the frame - the frame housing shattered, like someone had put their foot through it with such force that almost took it of its hinges. I knew something wasn’t quite right. I ran through the apartment shouting for Sarah or Rob - nobody in. My bedroom door was open (which it never is, I close it behind me when I leave), and my stomach sank… I saw that my television was still there, alas the space where my PS3 once sat was now empty. I looked over to my left to my dresser and my laptop had gone too.

[much freaking out - cops called - they arrive in minutes]

I could go on with how the night went, but it was pretty uneventful except for plenty of police activity in the apartment, and me finally getting to bed at around 1am. I didn’t sleep much, and woke at about 5am - wiped out.

Luckily I had taken out renter’s insurance a few months ago through GEICO, and called them first thing this morning to report my claim. I should get the full value of my stolen property, which is around $4,000. I was even luckier due to the fact that they didn’t take my camera equipment - I’d stashed it out of plain sight for no particular reason a few days ago - so glad I did. I’m pissed about my watch though - I bought that for myself about 8 years ago with my first ever commission check at my old company in England - that watch held a lot of sentimental value for me. A detective from last night gave me some interesting advice… wait a coupe of days and frequent the local pawn shops - it’s likely that our laptops, the PS3, and my watch, was sold off quickly for some fast cash. I’ll post back here with any developments.

What a fucked up day.

I managed to secure a seat on the C train this morning - one of the two-seaters by the end of the train car, right by the sliding door at the very end. I’m minding my own business, well into The Bourne Identity, when my peripheral vision is shadowed by what I can only assume to be a large person. This “large person” (who shall be known from here on as fatty) proceeded to come over to the seat by me (bearing in mind these two-seaters are built for two “average sized” persons) and pulls a 180′, obviously gearing up for an ass plant on the seat. I’m not a large guy by any stretch of the imagination - I mean, I take up only half of the seat - and when I’m watching a movie on my iPod Touch I normally lean forward with my elbows resting on my knees for support, and maximum viewing.

Fatty sits down and managed to get just the edge of her large behind on the lip of the seat. Fatty looks over to me and looks away (I’m thinking, yeah - look all you fucking want bitch, I’m not closing my legs and squashing my balls for anyone). Fatty then opens up her newspaper, and tries to shuffle her huge buttocks back, like a dog wiping its ass on grass, but in reverse. I don’t budge.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not sat there with a twelve inch gap between my knees, but my legs are in line with my shoulders - a comfortable seating position.

Her vain effort to squeeze her at mounds firmly in the seat next to me warrants another look at me - this time I take out my right ear bud and look at her - fatty didn’t expect me to respond evidently, as she “hmph’d” and stood up, and took her fat arse to another empty seat.

Now I’m as liberal as the next guy, but seriously, if your arse isn’t of “average size”, have some fucking respect for those asses that are - ‘cos those are what the seats are designed for.

This is one of the cutest “bad dog” movies I’ve seen in a long time - I love Otto’s little face, he knows he’s been a bad little boy.  Classic.