Emancipation of Miscellany

Somebody explain this billboard to me.

Why don't the people of Eddie Bert love their dogs? Everyone in the parks and on the trails seems to have a dog but so few seem happy about it. If I had a quarter (I charge higher rates) for every time I saw a person walk with a dog and a resentful look, I would first have to explain to the Brits the concept of a quarter ("A quarter is another way of denoting a fourth, and a fourth of a pound is 25 p, so yes, if you would hand over that 20-pence and that 5-pence, that would be loverly. No, I don't give change, I'm sorry. But yes, you may use a credit card, though there's a surcharge for totals under five pounds."), but then I would have a trajillion pounds.















Is it just me, or is this an odd choice for a diner name?

Who would have thought that 'predestination' and 'Jerusalem' were so easy to guess in Bible Charades? That Andy kid is a charades phenom, and Fi a close second.

How does my right palm keep getting bruised? What am I deliberately smacking into that would cause this bruise? This is the third time that this has happened. I thought it was the way I whacked the knife when I chop garlic, but that's not it. Maybe I sleep walk every night, and in those walks, I repeated jam my right palm against the wall. Anyone have ideas how else this is possible?

Have you seen my socks? Where have they gone? They're not on my feet or in my drawers (not those drawers, genius, the kind that stores stuff!). At the rate I'm losing them, to holes in the ankles or black holes in space, I will be going home with newspapers stuffed in my sneakers.















Whose brilliant idea was it to feed the pigeons? I was walking by when I noticed this flock of birds just chopping away violently. At first, I thought they were hacking down dandelions with their beaks. Upon closer inspection, they were greedily devouring pieces of white bread someone had thrown at them, frantically pecking like mad.

Here's a math riddle for you. I've got a five-pound bag of flour and about 750ml. of soy sauce- what can I do with them in the next three weeks to be rid of them in the most rewarding way possible?

Who is the topless boy outside of my window? What's he flailing around? Something ribbony. Nobody else with him feels compelled to be topless. People are enjoying the flat courtyards a little too much during these sunny days and everyone seems to think that they're the only folks that use it. And now, if I want to open my curtains, I look like I'm stalking, even though all I want is some sun in my room without all the prancing ribbons. It was so nice when it was just the rooster and me sharing this space.



















I like the ancient chapel tower next to the EuroMix. This, is Eddie Bert.