This guy, featured on Boingboing.net was our slightly disturbed landlord briefly in Brooklyn. Lucky me, I’ve seen the damn giant drinking birds up close and in person. A lot. Word to the wise: it helps to be really inebriated. Otherwise, they’re just a bunch of super-sized toy birds drinking out of cheapass plastic buckets. One of those big ideas that you have when stoned that really is much more intriguing in the abstract.

It was a great apartment though. Right across the street from the mob-owned casket factory and two blocks from the N/R train. An entire floor of what used to be a bakery so the walls and ceiling were tin. *le sigh* for NYC apartment porn.