Thou shalt not look like Justin Bieber

Are you a sissy like Justin Bieber? Do you promote sissiness in your children or friend’s kids?

You’re not bible-believing if you are.

Just sayin’.

Via Cynical C

Another shot from the weekend

There’s a lot I like about this shot. And frankly, there’s a lot I don’t like. But I had to show it. There’s an industrial quality to it that I really think works.

The rafters and the lighting that move forward in the Z axis titillates my tittles. And the model, if it weren’t for the discoloration under her arm, yikes. I love that she’s blown out and her makeup rips out her eyes and mouth.

There’s a lot that’s wrong with this photo. But I really like what’s right.

The Pony Bar + NYC + Good Friends + You

On Saturday Night, Tina and I met regular-reader Luis V. and his lovely better-half Becky at one of the best bars in all of NYC, called The Pony Bar.

Pony Bar has the best beers at the best prices in the city, and now I can say they have the best Lamb Sliders I’ve ever eaten. I never ate a lamb slider before Saturday night, so that helps the hyperbole a little.

All beers (from what I ordered and can tell) cost $5. Every single one is a top-tier brew. And if they aren’t, I like to think they are. And it’s fun to look at the alcohol content and serving size before making your order. At first glance, the alcohol content looks like the pricetag.

Every 30 minutes to an hour, there’s a loud knocking noise (Luis, correct me if I’m wrong) followed by everyone in the bar screaming, “NEW BEER!!” At which time, they take a beer listing down and replace it with another.

Then a leprechaun flips through the bar before landing head first in a cauldron of gold coins.

Again, Luis, correct me if I’m wrong about any of these details.

The bar tenders clean each glass just before serving you with a squirt of some special holy water. And they understand the art of the pour better than most anyone I know apart from regular-reader SAW. I had a glass of Left Hand Milk Stout that was poured so well, I wanted to hug the bartender.

Our reunion was great. You might remember that Luis and Becky met us in Washington DC for the Jon Stewart Pep Rally Rally for Sanity. Luis and Becky are intimidatingly smart, but so down to earth that you’d never know it.

Tina jokes that Luis and my first date was at The Pony Bar, and we were out to relive memories on Saturday night.

We had a rip-roaring time. Luis wore his “Intelligent Design makes my monkey sad” tee-shirt. And I actually had an evolution shirt on under my shirt. It’s kind of like this one.

Tina loves Becky so much I told them they should get a room before the night was over. They are a good pair. And Luis and I talked shop, blog topics, blog regulars, and photography.

There is never enough time in the day when meeting with good, smart people such as these.

Here’s a couple shots below. Click to enlarge. One is a dark image of my lamb sliders and ‘tater chips. Another hipstamatic shot of the bartender changing out a beer selection. And there’s a general shot of the bar at its emptiest all night.

Could you imagine being this ugly

And by ugly, I mean, “Holy Delilah, this girl is gorgeous!”

Over the weekend, we shot for at an event for the bridal trade. I like to keep business as far from this blog as possible so I’m not going to link to the event, but I have to share a few images from the event. I’ll find more later, but here’s one that has my heart melting.

Holy train wreck, failure compilation (video)

I really didn’t think I was going to make it through this one, because of all the violent, ball-busting stuff at the beginning. But there are some amazing fails in this video.

NSFW.

So many funny moments. 1:21 is a personal favorite.

Via The Daily Wh.at and [twisternederland.]

One more NYC Hipstamatic post

Apparently there are two Delta Terminals at LaGuardia. Fortunately, Tina and I were early yesterday. When we arrived at the regular Delta Terminal, a Delta rep asked if anyone was flying to Chicago, Boston or somewhere else.

I raised a finger and said, “Chicago.”

He said, “Are you checking anything?”

Me: “No, sir.”

Him: “You’ll have to come with me after you get your boarding passes.”

First thought, “Shit, our flight is cancelled.”

Second thought, “He thinks I’m a terrorist.”

Third thought, “He has a funny accent.”

He explained to Tina and me that we needed to take a shuttle to the Marine Terminal. The way he said it, it sounded more like “Marin.” But he was very kind and explained how to get there. He assured us that we were okay for time.

It probably took 20 minutes (waiting for shuttle and drive time) to get to the other terminal which is located quite a ways from the regular LGA terminals.

Inside the terminal, these are some of the views you’ll find. I thought the architecture and decor were really cool.

Caturdays and Wednesdogs, Call for Submissions

Le Café Witteveen wants to be a place that welcomes all of our four-legged friends.

You may already be aware of our Caturday tradition. After we got Talulah, Zoe got jealous, because I was posting pictures throughout the week of Talulah.

So I designated Saturday as Caturday (not my invention) and started dedicating one post to Zoe a week.

Regular-reader Jude had a fantastic idea. He asked why there wasn’t a dog day. So to be fair, I’m designating Wednesday as Wednesdog. It only makes sense, right? Dogs are all about the Hump Day anyway.

I created a “Page” calling for submissions opening up the field to everyone, because who doesn’t love seeing an image of their pet published on the Internet?

We’ll have to work out the kinks of the project as time moves forward.

So get cracking. Go get me some images to post! 🙂