What's up in the Neighborhood
Among the topics in this most recent spin around the Capital Region's online neighborhood: albino wildlife, goats, pigs, happiness, slide shows, burgers, pizza, sesame balls, Steve Flamisch, jelly, sandwiches, mint, Weezer and hand washing.
The RPInsider reports that the (or, perhaps, an) albino squirrel has been spotted again!
Jackie met a handsome goat.
Naomi is happy that she's embraced simplicity. Among the benefits: no Poland rooms.
Leah found a "fabulous" slide show in the trash.
Bobby says the burger is the thing to get at the Saratoga Hot Dog Charlie's.
Rochelle scored some tasty sesame treats at the new Asian Supermarket.
Nicole had some "spectacular" vegan pizza. And she found out that Steve Flamisch is a big fan of animals.
Sara made jalapeno jelly with peppers from her garden.
Rob isn't above exploiting his children for ratings.
Albany Jane made some "yummy" sandwiches.
Jess made "really delicious" mint chocolate chip ice cream with mint from her mom's garden.
It sounds like Dan had a great pizza at Max London's.
Mr. Dave slaughtered a pig. And then roasted it.
Kimelodic had a great time at the Weezer concert at SPAC.
The Exiles were reminded to not put children in the bag.
And Kristi asked people whether they wash their hands after the using the bathroom. You probably don't want to know how many people said "no."
There's a lot more going on around the Neighborhood, check it out. If you know of another great local blog we should include -- or person to follow on Twitter -- post a comment or send us an email: editors |at| alloveralbany |dot| com.
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Blogs are such great tools for disseminating information. I don't know how we managed as a society before we knew what everyone had for dinner last night.
... said Jackers on Sep 2, 2009 at 1:12 PM | link
The "albino" squirrel is probably not actually albino, but just white. Is there a difference? Sure there is. You can see it in their eyes; albinos have pink or red eyes, white squirrels have normal, black/brown eyes. They both have beady, shifty, untrustworthy eyes.
Here's a white squirrel I saw at home a few months ago, bad photo, but you can pretty clearly see that the eyes have pigment. Still, don't trust them.
... said B on Sep 2, 2009 at 2:52 PM | link
"Is there a difference? Sure there is. You can see it in their eyes"
Albino squirrels got the thousand yard stare. That kinda far away empty look you only get if you're a squirrel with no pigment, or if you've killed a man...
... said Kevin Marshall on Sep 2, 2009 at 5:44 PM | link
...in Reno, just to watch him die.
... said B on Sep 3, 2009 at 9:04 AM | link
Having raised an orphan squirrel from a baby, I can tell you that they're actually quite playful and cuddly. If it weren't for that experience, I would probably feel the same way as the other commentators in this thread.
*sigh*
I still miss her.
... said Summer on Sep 3, 2009 at 1:34 PM | link
Summer, I don't believe it. My guess is that squirrel was just putting on a front, and in secret hatching a geniously evil plan to kill you, take your place, and establish global domination. Thankfully, through various pratfalls and comedic holes in the design, the dastardly, furry mastermind was foiled, Pinky-and-the-Brain-style.
Never trust the squirrels. Once they team up with the pigeons, all hope for humanity is lost.
... said B on Sep 3, 2009 at 2:10 PM | link
Squirrels are pure evil. That's all I've got.
... said Slacker on Sep 3, 2009 at 2:15 PM | link
@Summer: alright, I'll bite. How do you recognize an orphan squirrel? Was it left in a nut basket at your doorstep?
... said -S on Sep 3, 2009 at 2:37 PM | link
@S: close! I was walking home from work when I spotted her sitting in the middle of Swan Street looking confused. Tiny little thing. I tried to nudge her gently out of the road with my foot so she wouldn't get run over. Instead of scampering off into the bushes like I had hoped, she followed me the remaining block home. Followed me down the street, around the corner, through my gate and up onto my porch like she owned the place. She had a broken infected toe and a nasty respiratory infection. My husband who worked at a veterinary hospital at the time brought home some penicillin and flea meds, and she lived with us for almost three months until she was old enough to be released at my parents' farm in the country. She was sweet as hell and a ton of fun.
... said Summer on Sep 3, 2009 at 4:45 PM | link