OK, Ned Batchelder doesn't put it quite like that, but he's annoyed with a "parking pig" who takes up two spaces under a shade tree in the company parking lot so that nobody touches his precious Found On Road Dead pseudo sports car (oops, there I go again), and one fewer person can have his or her car stay a bit cooler in the summer. He seeks advice on what to do now that his polite note on the windshield has failed to stop Mr. Compensating for a Small You Know What:

... Should I continue leaving notes on his car? Notes with my phone number? Should I tell the security guy about it? Should I take a deep breath and focus on more important things?

On Washington Street in Egleston Square, WBZ radio and the Globe report.

NOTE: I originally pointed to a Channel 4 report, which said the man was killed on Washington Street in Roslindale, and I should have known better than to trust Channel 4, because they seem unable to figure out the geography of any neighborhood south of the Fenway.

New England Coffee ad(d)s to the pre-game congestion in Kenmore Square buying time on a fuel-guzzling, carbon-spewing billboard truck.

What is it with cool drink vendors and hating-on-the-environment? At least New England Coffee doesn't pretend to be a green company.

E-mail them at and suggest that they try some less annoying ad campaign. Like pop-unders or tele-marketing.

Ghetto Uprising reports, discusses how that's the kind of stuff that helps drive middle-class folks out of the 'hood.

In the back of a pickup, no less.

Shortly before noon at Arlington Street.

Brad Searles reports on, posts photos of an incident on Franklin Street around 10 p.m. last night:

A rotted tree next to our place decides to fall... directly on to an idling taxicab. He'd been sitting there for all of two minutes, and WHAM. Fortunately he wasn't hurt, but it was a close call.

Adam Pieniazek is enjoying a nice bike ride on Columbia Road in Dorchester when some fat putz in a rustbucket begins slamming his horn and demanding Pieniazek pull over to let him through. Pieniazek did pull to the side, but didn't stop, which only further enraged the guy. He reports that the guy, who appeared to be Puerto Rican or Dominican, finally exhausted his supply of expletives and yelled:

Do you know where you are white boy?

Pieniazek, a Dot rat, finally lost him at a light - but not until he took down his license-plate number. He wonders: Should he use the handy motorist-complaint form he downloaded?

Or in Brighton, as Brad Kayal shows.

Miss Kelly says she doesn't object to porn, she just doesn't want big-boobed robots pushing sex and vodka on I-93 billboards:

Keep it in your own home, not on billboards on interstate highways. Ewwww.