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(The New York Times)   A panoramic view inside the hundred-year-old clock room at Grand Central   (nytimes.com) divider line 75
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2009-09-18 08:37:41 AM  
The Chink is unimpressed.
 
2009-09-18 09:12:25 AM  
www.emresururi.com

"See... guy goes to work every day, eight hours a day, seven days a week. Gets his nuts so tight in a vice that he starts questioning the very fabric of his existence.

Then one day, 'bout quitting time, Boss calls him into the office and says, "Hey Bob, whyncha come on in here and kiss my ass for me, will you?" Well, he says, "Hell with it. I don't care what happens, I just want to see the expression on his face as I jab this pair of scissors into his arm."

Then he thinks of me. He says, "Waitaminit. I got both my arms, I got both my legs. At least I'm not begging for a living. Sure enough, Bob's gonna put those scissors down and pucker right up. See, I'm what you call kind of a "moral traffic light", really. I'm like sayin', "Red! Go no further! Boooo-ee boooo-ee boooo-ee..."
 
2009-09-18 09:27:15 AM  

/looks at panoramic view...

suz143.files.wordpress.com
STOP. Soda Time!
 
2009-09-18 11:37:10 AM  
Inb4 Doc Brown
 
2009-09-18 11:38:03 AM  
SODA TIME!
 
2009-09-18 11:39:00 AM  
Ringtailed79: Inb4 Doc Brown

roastersntoasters.com
 
2009-09-18 11:39:10 AM  
I read that as the 100 year old cock room. I was wondering whether this meant a room especially dedicated to the storing of shrivelled 100 year old cocks, or a room which has proudly housed cocks for 100 years.

/most confusing
 
2009-09-18 11:39:46 AM  
100 year old? Barely a blip in time - my house is older.
 
2009-09-18 11:40:27 AM  
illuminatis: I read that as the 100 year old cock room.

You're thinking of the state assembly chambers.
 
2009-09-18 11:40:46 AM  
Ohhh, hundred year old CLOCK.....
/nevermind
 
2009-09-18 11:42:09 AM  
tick
tock
$
 
2009-09-18 11:43:35 AM  
Jeebus - somebody wash the 31 year old CHALK graffiti off the wall. Somebody is obsessed with soda.

That's a nice looking panorama, but the room is kinda uninteresting. Pretty view from behind the stained glass though.
 
2009-09-18 11:44:10 AM  
img268.imageshack.us
Approves.
 
2009-09-18 11:44:12 AM  
Sodarella?

www.amentertainment.com

Not impressed, yo.
 
2009-09-18 11:44:27 AM  
Wow, somebody was there way back in August of 1990!
 
2009-09-18 11:45:48 AM  
I don't get it, the ceiling in the main concourse is a lot cooler than the inside of the clock.
 
2009-09-18 11:46:59 AM  
Veeoh: 100 year old? Barely a blip in time - my house is older.

Where's your Fark thread?
 
2009-09-18 11:48:11 AM  
lame, i expected thousands of cogs of all sizes, pulley and levers and a wierd very short old man with goggles and a wrench working on the combobulator that runs the minute hand
 
2009-09-18 11:49:38 AM  
Tag is right on this one. Nice find.

I was expecting something more impressive than 12 incandescent bulbs lighting it, and I don't know why.
 
2009-09-18 11:49:59 AM  
Takes a while to load, but it is worth it.

I wonder when they replaced the clock workings though?
 
2009-09-18 11:50:14 AM  
Beef Jerky time.
 
2009-09-18 11:55:00 AM  
two things...

1- facing the clock, look to the right, up where the concrete is, under "Tick Tock $," there is something in sharpie... my old eyes cant make it out...

2- 180 degrees behind the clock, there appears to be a letter stuffed in the second brick from the bottom. Wonder what that is?
 
2009-09-18 11:55:21 AM  
Lumber Jack Off: SODA TIME!

This is my new catch phrase. I plan on saying it every time something cool happens.

Examples:

I just aced that test- SODA TIME!

Here's the pitch. It's right in Tillerman35's sweet spot. Tillerman35 swings. He hits! It's a rocket! It's going out of the park! It's... it's - SODA TIME!

And of course:

Oh yeah baby. A little lower. That's it. Yeah... yeah... SODA TIME!
 
2009-09-18 11:58:10 AM  
I wish this was a panoramic view of Toe-thumb's vag.
 
2009-09-18 11:59:31 AM  
Expected to see Charlie Chaplin's bowler hat laying on the lower level...
 
2009-09-18 12:00:29 PM  
damn you dial up. damn you to hell!
 
2009-09-18 12:04:22 PM  
Disappointing
 
2009-09-18 12:05:12 PM  
Wow 'RS 5-5-1978'!

Who says the US doesn't have an history.

I wonder what the world was like, all the way back then?
 
2009-09-18 12:06:31 PM  
billybobtoo: damn you dial up. damn you to hell!

you fail interwebs!
 
2009-09-18 12:09:44 PM  
Anyone else have the impression that their screen was still rotating after closing the article?
 
2009-09-18 12:17:03 PM  
Something's wrong with my picture - I couldn't find the "Brooks Was Here" anywhere in that photo.
 
2009-09-18 12:18:39 PM  
Why did I read that as a "Paranormal" view?
 
2009-09-18 12:23:33 PM  
LittleBlondeJug: /looks at panoramic view...

STOP. Soda Time!


I LOL'd. coworkers looking at me funny now.
 
2009-09-18 12:25:01 PM  
fookin eejit: Why did I read that as a "Paranormal" view?

Take a late Harlem/New Haven line train home from GCT on a Saturday night, you see some pretty whacked-out shiat that's bordering on paranormal.
 
2009-09-18 12:25:06 PM  
This is going to be the setting of some very important clue-finding in the next National Treasure film.
 
2009-09-18 12:27:48 PM  
sasbazooka: two things...

1- facing the clock, look to the right, up where the concrete is, under "Tick Tock $," there is something in sharpie... my old eyes cant make it out...

2- 180 degrees behind the clock, there appears to be a letter stuffed in the second brick from the bottom. Wonder what that is?


1 is "Let's Go Yankees!!!", I think.
 
2009-09-18 12:30:16 PM  
tillerman35: Lumber Jack Off: SODA TIME!

This is my new catch phrase. I plan on saying it every time something cool happens.

Examples:

I just aced that test- SODA TIME!

Here's the pitch. It's right in Tillerman35's sweet spot. Tillerman35 swings. He hits! It's a rocket! It's going out of the park! It's... it's - SODA TIME!

And of course:

Oh yeah baby. A little lower. That's it. Yeah... yeah... SODA TIME!


And Boom goes the dynamite.
 
2009-09-18 12:30:43 PM  
Back in 1988, I was at GCS, waiting for a business associate to meet for a luncheon, when I happened to see a small mouse, dangling precariously from the minute hand of the big clock. It was about 9:45 am at the time. The mouse no sooner would get a relatively solid foothold, than the minute hand would lurch up to the next minute marker. The mouse would lose his grip and again end up dangling precariously.

After a couple minutes, a crowd began to gather beneath the old clock, shouting words of encouragement to the little mouse, and simultaneously gasping whenever the hand would move and the mouse would lose his grip. One particularly rotund gentleman was standing below the clock, prepared to catch the little mouse if he should fall.

At 9:52, the mouse almost fell, but managed to hook his tail just right, preventing a fatal plunge. He managed to gain some headway, and at 9:54, almost made it back to the central spindle, only to be jarred loose again, which again forced him into his previously life-threatening position.

Finally, at 9:58, it happened. The mouse lost his grip completely. The heavy-set gentleman, ready to be a hero, lithely jockeyed into position to catch the little mouse, as he plummeted horrifically groundward.

As the mouse neared the waiting hands of the portly fellow below, Kirk Gibson, a star hitter for the World Series LA Dodgers team that year, shoved the man out of the way, stood directly under the mouse with his mouth open and caught the mouse in his teeth. With a sickening crunch, he bit the mouse cleanly in half, then spat the bisected mouse out into the crowd, viscera and all.

The Moral of the Story: Never hire a prostitute inside an active volcano
 
2009-09-18 12:32:47 PM  
sasbazooka: two things...

1- facing the clock, look to the right, up where the concrete is, under "Tick Tock $," there is something in sharpie... my old eyes cant make it out...

Used the full screen mode to see Let's go Yankees

2- 180 degrees behind the clock, there appears to be a letter stuffed in the second brick from the bottom. Wonder what that is?


That's a letter from Guiliani to Bloomberg with instructions on how to set the clock.
 
2009-09-18 12:38:11 PM  
Kind of spooky looking up in that old cock room. All it needed was some bats.

images.cheezburger.com
 
2009-09-18 12:41:25 PM  
sasbazooka: 1- facing the clock, look to the right, up where the concrete is, under "Tick Tock $," there is something in sharpie... my old eyes cant make it out...

I tried facing the clock but the app only has views from the back
 
2009-09-18 12:42:14 PM  
Boritom: Back in 1988, I was at GCS, waiting for a business associate to meet for a luncheon, when I happened to see a small mouse, dangling precariously from the minute hand of the big clock. It was about 9:45 am at the time. The mouse no sooner would get a relatively solid foothold, than the minute hand would lurch up to the next minute marker. The mouse would lose his grip and again end up dangling precariously.

After a couple minutes, a crowd began to gather beneath the old clock, shouting words of encouragement to the little mouse, and simultaneously gasping whenever the hand would move and the mouse would lose his grip. One particularly rotund gentleman was standing below the clock, prepared to catch the little mouse if he should fall.

At 9:52, the mouse almost fell, but managed to hook his tail just right, preventing a fatal plunge. He managed to gain some headway, and at 9:54, almost made it back to the central spindle, only to be jarred loose again, which again forced him into his previously life-threatening position.

Finally, at 9:58, it happened. The mouse lost his grip completely. The heavy-set gentleman, ready to be a hero, lithely jockeyed into position to catch the little mouse, as he plummeted horrifically groundward.

As the mouse neared the waiting hands of the portly fellow below, Kirk Gibson, a star hitter for the World Series LA Dodgers team that year, shoved the man out of the way, stood directly under the mouse with his mouth open and caught the mouse in his teeth. With a sickening crunch, he bit the mouse cleanly in half, then spat the bisected mouse out into the crowd, viscera and all.

The Moral of the Story: Never hire a prostitute inside an active volcano



Golf clap
 
2009-09-18 12:49:22 PM  
CrankMyBlueSax: Kind of spooky looking up in that old cock room. All it needed was some bats.

BatCock: The Dork Knight Returns
 
2009-09-18 01:11:43 PM  
Nice stained glass. Other than that, kinda boring.
 
2009-09-18 01:15:50 PM  
tuxedobob: I was expecting something more impressive than 12 incandescent bulbs lighting it, and I don't know why.

There's a 100 year old curly CFL, too.
 
2009-09-18 01:20:48 PM  
That reminded of Mist for some reason. The awkward control and mechanical setting maybe?
 
2009-09-18 01:23:18 PM  
"Can it truly be said that I have a bat, in my belfry?"
www.dvdtown.com
 
2009-09-18 01:40:45 PM  
The New York Times F's up again.

It's Grand Central Terminal, not station.
 
2009-09-18 01:51:02 PM  
Boritom: Back in 1988, I was at GCS, waiting for a business associate to meet for a luncheon, when I happened to see a small mouse, dangling precariously from the minute hand of the big clock. It was about 9:45 am at the time. The mouse no sooner would get a relatively solid foothold, than the minute hand would lurch up to the next minute marker. The mouse would lose his grip and again end up dangling precariously.

After a couple minutes, a crowd began to gather beneath the old clock, shouting words of encouragement to the little mouse, and simultaneously gasping whenever the hand would move and the mouse would lose his grip. One particularly rotund gentleman was standing below the clock, prepared to catch the little mouse if he should fall.

At 9:52, the mouse almost fell, but managed to hook his tail just right, preventing a fatal plunge. He managed to gain some headway, and at 9:54, almost made it back to the central spindle, only to be jarred loose again, which again forced him into his previously life-threatening position.

Finally, at 9:58, it happened. The mouse lost his grip completely. The heavy-set gentleman, ready to be a hero, lithely jockeyed into position to catch the little mouse, as he plummeted horrifically groundward.

As the mouse neared the waiting hands of the portly fellow below, Kirk Gibson, a star hitter for the World Series LA Dodgers team that year, shoved the man out of the way, stood directly under the mouse with his mouth open and caught the mouse in his teeth. With a sickening crunch, he bit the mouse cleanly in half, then spat the bisected mouse out into the crowd, viscera and all.

The Moral of the Story: Never hire a prostitute inside an active volcano


www.majhost.com
 
2009-09-18 01:53:20 PM  
Boritom: Back in 1988, I was at GCS, waiting for a business associate to meet for a luncheon, when I happened to see a small mouse, dangling precariously from the minute hand of the big clock. It was about 9:45 am at the time. The mouse no sooner would get a relatively solid foothold, than the minute hand would lurch up to the next minute marker. The mouse would lose his grip and again end up dangling precariously.

After a couple minutes, a crowd began to gather beneath the old clock, shouting words of encouragement to the little mouse, and simultaneously gasping whenever the hand would move and the mouse would lose his grip. One particularly rotund gentleman was standing below the clock, prepared to catch the little mouse if he should fall.

At 9:52, the mouse almost fell, but managed to hook his tail just right, preventing a fatal plunge. He managed to gain some headway, and at 9:54, almost made it back to the central spindle, only to be jarred loose again, which again forced him into his previously life-threatening position.

Finally, at 9:58, it happened. The mouse lost his grip completely. The heavy-set gentleman, ready to be a hero, lithely jockeyed into position to catch the little mouse, as he plummeted horrifically groundward.

As the mouse neared the waiting hands of the portly fellow below, Kirk Gibson, a star hitter for the World Series LA Dodgers team that year, shoved the man out of the way, stood directly under the mouse with his mouth open and caught the mouse in his teeth. With a sickening crunch, he bit the mouse cleanly in half, then spat the bisected mouse out into the crowd, viscera and all.

The Moral of the Story: Never hire a prostitute inside an active volcano


Bravo sir Bravo
 
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