kickin-the-habit &laquo; WordPress.com Tag Feed http://wordpress.com/tag/kickin-the-habit/ Feed of posts on WordPress.com tagged "kickin-the-habit" Wed, 20 Aug 2008 19:43:23 +0000 http://wordpress.com/tags/ en <![CDATA[The Decline and Collapse of Manhattan]]> http://caligulaversusnero.wordpress.com/?p=61 Mon, 05 May 2008 16:46:17 +0000 caligulacaesar http://caligulaversusnero.wordpress.com/?p=61 Taking a stroll from Broadway to Central Park West yesterday afternoon, I was struck by something out of a clear spring sky. I mean that quite literally: a heavy green chunk of something landed on and promptly broke my collarbone. I wondered, in that stumbling, shambling state of shock, whether the policemen shouting to me from the street had indeed been trying to warn me off this obviously treacherous path rather than ridiculing my gold toga, as is their custom. More greenish stone rained down, sending the cops scrambling for cover—why, I can't imagine. It was just the cornice of an apartment building falling off. I would think New Yorkers had gotten used to such a routine inconvenience!

Local firefighters argue over whose turn it is to be brave

I suppose when one has lived among the crumbling infrastructure of ancient Rome as I have, these crane accidents and bridge collapses barely excite the senses anymore. Still, you people have no excuse for such rampant fear-mongering: do you really think your shoddy engineering standards are what's bringing these structures down? As anyone who's read Gibbon's masterly "The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire" knows, a disintegrating infrastructure is but one symptom of the loss of the "civic virtue" (a.k.a. "manliness") that keeps imperial regimes airborne. Amend your effeminate lifestyles, and maybe your tenement will stand the test of time.

Also, what are you, too good for paganism?

—Caligula

]]> <![CDATA[Firewater Fowl]]> http://caligulaversusnero.wordpress.com/?p=59 Fri, 02 May 2008 16:17:18 +0000 nerodownfeather http://caligulaversusnero.wordpress.com/?p=59 This time I really mean it. It's a new month, new leaf, new lease on life. This goose is going sober. I know, I know, I said I'd stop drinking New Year's Day, as a resolution, and then again on February 15th, after all the chocolate liqueur, and I definitely pledged some kinda sobriety after this little post-St. Patrick's Day incident—

That's me all the way to the left. We're not dead, just extremely hungover. Damn if I remember where we drunkenly decided to fly—I was hanging out with some extreme enablers, as you can see—but these good old boys in the camo had the decency to humiliate rather than shoot us where we lay. The guy in the middle put the pic up on his MySpace.

And I'm thankful: it's something I can keep as incentive to get back on the wagon. Which I'll do. Right after Memorial Day Weekend. Or the Fourth of July.

Uh, after BBQ season.

—Nero

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