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'Allo, 'Allo

My new favorite site is Overheard in New York. All it is is snippets of overheard conversation, much of it bizarre, racist, sexist, and pornographic.

It makes me miss the city. (Not much else has, I must confess --- I find the abominations they try and pass off here as bagels merely depressing.)

But these snippets bring the city to life in a way other things don't---the absolute immensity of it, the sense of so many lives going on around you, the sense you get of the continual possibility of surprise, enchatment, chagrin, disgust in the glimpses you get of those lives. I think it's because it's people's actual words, the little bits of dialogue memorable enough to stick in the mind and be repeated.

Also, it's damn funny.

So far my favorite is this:

Kids These Days, I Tell Ya...

Kid #1: Paper beats rock. BAM! Your rock is blowed up!
Kid #2: "Bam" doesn't blow up, "bam" makes it spicy. Now I got a SPICY ROCK! You can't defeat that!