As you all may have noticed, I gave up on taking interesting photos of myself a long time ago. It’s much better to take uninteresting photos of Manhattan, like a bunch of balloons hanging from a lamp post (right). I just felt sorry for them. They weren’t “in bloom” anymore and starting to deflate.

On second thought, I shouldn’t feel sorry for the balloons. They must have known what they were getting into. The 51st Street pedestrians are the ones who have to suffer. The feeling of pity is bad enough; worse yet is having to wonder “Why do I feel sorry for balloons?” and “Why am I still thinking about the balloons?”

That wasn’t all the pictorial inanity to be found during my Super (not Bowl) Sunday on the streets with Larry Laffer (LL). I also found out where the cheapest postcards EVER exist! Eight for a fraction of a cent? That is awesome! And so unlike Manhattan! Maybe I should hang out in this neighborhood more often. Too bad I don’t remember where it was.

Oh, you thought the pictorial inanity couldn’t get any worse. You severely underestimate me. Below is yet another amazing discovery. I found out where all those other countries’ beer originated! Booyah.

It’s from “Deli.” Of course.