Sorry...
...I've got nothing today. I'm desperately waiting for another 20 minutes to pass before I'm freed and can get outside to soak up a little bit of this blessed weather.
Friday, April 30, 2004
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Frank Sinatra has a cold
Apparently this 1966 Esquire article was named one of its best articles in history. (via tmn)
Apparently this 1966 Esquire article was named one of its best articles in history. (via tmn)
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Hallelujah: Next Top Model will be celebrated and recreated worldwide!
Apparently the Russians are eating it up with a spoon.
Apparently the Russians are eating it up with a spoon.
How wonderfully macabre
Did you read about the two drunken Scottish teenagers who broke into a tomb, took the skull inside and used it like a ventriloquist's dummy (a "glove puppet") before tossing it aside with boredom? That is so wrong, but just the slightest bit hilarious.
Did you read about the two drunken Scottish teenagers who broke into a tomb, took the skull inside and used it like a ventriloquist's dummy (a "glove puppet") before tossing it aside with boredom? That is so wrong, but just the slightest bit hilarious.
Deserted
Most of my office is away at a conference right now, and on my particular floor, I am the lone person here. It's is very odd. I went to a breakfast event this morning where I drank too much coffee and tried to nod and cluck knowingly when everyone around me discussed the price of beef and ethynol and other farm issues. I did learn from one woman who ranches in Wyoming that the popularity of low-carb diets (particuarly Adkins) has been treating the beef industry well. I couldn't help but be kind of amused when the guest senator stood and gave a speech about farming issues, and I understood about 20% of what he said, but still nodded along. I feel like such a lame city person when around many of the people who work with my organization.
Anyway, I'm taking advantage of the empty office to listen to a little music without headphones and sing along. It's going to be a loooong day, though. This coffee makes me want to run around the building about thirty times.
Most of my office is away at a conference right now, and on my particular floor, I am the lone person here. It's is very odd. I went to a breakfast event this morning where I drank too much coffee and tried to nod and cluck knowingly when everyone around me discussed the price of beef and ethynol and other farm issues. I did learn from one woman who ranches in Wyoming that the popularity of low-carb diets (particuarly Adkins) has been treating the beef industry well. I couldn't help but be kind of amused when the guest senator stood and gave a speech about farming issues, and I understood about 20% of what he said, but still nodded along. I feel like such a lame city person when around many of the people who work with my organization.
Anyway, I'm taking advantage of the empty office to listen to a little music without headphones and sing along. It's going to be a loooong day, though. This coffee makes me want to run around the building about thirty times.
Sunday, April 25, 2004
Softshoe and a show
What fun: Friday was Margaret Cho at the Improv and lots and lots of wine and Saturday was Anne "It's my birthday!" D's birthday party. As we walked with her back to her house and my car that night, Anne found some grates, and was moved to do a little "It's my birthday!" softshoe routine on top of them. The ending position was not quite using jazz hands, but almost. Needless to say, it was awesome. I hope for an encore at some point.
I'm a bit ashamed that I didn't head out to the Mall to join the Pro-choice protests today, but Des, Bryan, and James were there representing! James even promised to "cause an altercation" for me: I hope for results on the local news tonight! Yesterday was the IMF/World Bank protests--I'm sure that there were a lot of paper mache puppets.
What fun: Friday was Margaret Cho at the Improv and lots and lots of wine and Saturday was Anne "It's my birthday!" D's birthday party. As we walked with her back to her house and my car that night, Anne found some grates, and was moved to do a little "It's my birthday!" softshoe routine on top of them. The ending position was not quite using jazz hands, but almost. Needless to say, it was awesome. I hope for an encore at some point.
I'm a bit ashamed that I didn't head out to the Mall to join the Pro-choice protests today, but Des, Bryan, and James were there representing! James even promised to "cause an altercation" for me: I hope for results on the local news tonight! Yesterday was the IMF/World Bank protests--I'm sure that there were a lot of paper mache puppets.
Friday, April 23, 2004
A couple puts on four hour sex show up in a tree in Central Park. When they come down they're taken away for psychiatric observation.
The best parts of this article:
"You think I won't jump?" the transgender tree-hugger screamed at cops, who rushed two cherrypickers to the scene and put a huge airbag around the base of the towering larch.
At one point, the older of the couple broke off a branch and threatened to throw it at cops, before demanding a vanilla diet Pepsi.
When police handed up a regular old diet Pepsi, the 32-year-old hurled the can to the ground, screamed, "Vanilla!" and declared, "What I say goes!"
Now that's a stand that I can get with! (via os)
The best parts of this article:
"You think I won't jump?" the transgender tree-hugger screamed at cops, who rushed two cherrypickers to the scene and put a huge airbag around the base of the towering larch.
At one point, the older of the couple broke off a branch and threatened to throw it at cops, before demanding a vanilla diet Pepsi.
When police handed up a regular old diet Pepsi, the 32-year-old hurled the can to the ground, screamed, "Vanilla!" and declared, "What I say goes!"
Now that's a stand that I can get with! (via os)
Oh my gah. Apparently, this guy is New York is starting a private club for young minority professionals and to ensure plenty of marriage material:
Women could join the Harlem Club, too. But only as associate members. And they had to be 35 or younger, unmarried, childless, college educated and willing to submit a head-to-toe photograph, to prevent unattractive women from making the cut.
Here's the article. (via tmn)
Women could join the Harlem Club, too. But only as associate members. And they had to be 35 or younger, unmarried, childless, college educated and willing to submit a head-to-toe photograph, to prevent unattractive women from making the cut.
Here's the article. (via tmn)
Those Japanese hostages who were released in Iraq are now given the cold shoulder at home. Talk about a raw deal.
Thursday, April 22, 2004
So happy i'm sick
I tell this in honor of Anne's birthday, since I know she LOVES Spike-misbehaving stories so.
The other night, Spike, my roommate's oftentimes challenging and imposing tabby, sat his usual watch by the window waiting for Matt to come home. Since Matt spends about half the week away with his girlfriend, Spike is usually worked up into quite a froth of excitement when his beloved owner returns. Anyway, that particular evening, I was sitting on the couch to hear Spike start to meow loudly, plaintively, and particularly urgently. Matt had just pulled in and Spike spied him from the window. Spike kept up the meowing, as Matt opened the car door, and I could hear Matt call up to him, assuring him that he was coming in soon. Spike then leapt off the back of the couch, to work his way toward the door to greet Matt when he stopped plumb in the middle of our little living room. And he threw up. A lot. So, Matt walked into the door to see his cat throwing up on the carpet. Spike was so excited to see Matt, he had to vomit. I believe that James' cat does kind of the same thing, as he mentions in past blog entries. The whole scenario was actually kind of endearing.
I tell this in honor of Anne's birthday, since I know she LOVES Spike-misbehaving stories so.
The other night, Spike, my roommate's oftentimes challenging and imposing tabby, sat his usual watch by the window waiting for Matt to come home. Since Matt spends about half the week away with his girlfriend, Spike is usually worked up into quite a froth of excitement when his beloved owner returns. Anyway, that particular evening, I was sitting on the couch to hear Spike start to meow loudly, plaintively, and particularly urgently. Matt had just pulled in and Spike spied him from the window. Spike kept up the meowing, as Matt opened the car door, and I could hear Matt call up to him, assuring him that he was coming in soon. Spike then leapt off the back of the couch, to work his way toward the door to greet Matt when he stopped plumb in the middle of our little living room. And he threw up. A lot. So, Matt walked into the door to see his cat throwing up on the carpet. Spike was so excited to see Matt, he had to vomit. I believe that James' cat does kind of the same thing, as he mentions in past blog entries. The whole scenario was actually kind of endearing.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Birthday colors
This is too fun: Pantone has created birthday colorstrology. Each month has a color, and then go down to each day from there. My birthday, December 25th, has the color hunter green.
About me, they say:
You were born with a nice mixture of intuition and practicality. It is important for you to feel financially secure and grounded. No amount of wealth, status, or acheivement will be enough if you have not cultivated the spiritual side of nature...Hunter green reminds you to stay connected to the spiritual side of life and helps calm any financial or mundane worries you may feel.
That's very fitting considering how I've talked everyone's ear off lately about fear of tuition costs next year. I guess I better get some hunter green in my life. (via pcjm)
This is too fun: Pantone has created birthday colorstrology. Each month has a color, and then go down to each day from there. My birthday, December 25th, has the color hunter green.
About me, they say:
You were born with a nice mixture of intuition and practicality. It is important for you to feel financially secure and grounded. No amount of wealth, status, or acheivement will be enough if you have not cultivated the spiritual side of nature...Hunter green reminds you to stay connected to the spiritual side of life and helps calm any financial or mundane worries you may feel.
That's very fitting considering how I've talked everyone's ear off lately about fear of tuition costs next year. I guess I better get some hunter green in my life. (via pcjm)
hobbledehoy
n : an awkward bad-mannered adolescent boy
I really like this essay in The Morning News on hobbledehoydom. I also like saying hobbledehoy.
n : an awkward bad-mannered adolescent boy
I really like this essay in The Morning News on hobbledehoydom. I also like saying hobbledehoy.
Drag Queen Bingo
Last night I finally went to drag queen bingo in DC with my friend, Annie, and two of her friends (one man visiting from NY and her friend, Leslie, who is this very cool lady who's Annie's priest [!], and funnily enough was one of the starting members of the chapter of my sorority at William and Mary--got all that?). I highly recommend this as a Tuesday night activity in DC, since:
1.) it's free!
2.) they play lots of fun music conducive to dancing in one's chair
3.) there are floor shows and many outfit changes
4.) lots of fun prizes
5.) noisemakers and mini tambourines
Go early to get a seat, though, since we arrived a little late so had to sit off of the main floor and needed to lean around a pillar to check out all of the action.
Besides the bingo, they also had a Jeopardy like game, which even included buzzers, electronic scores, and colored lights. Annie was a contestant at one point. There were some hard hitting questions like "what is the first name of Jessica Simpson's husband?" but Annie plowed through and won. Her prize was a $20 gift certificate to next week's drag queen bingo. How fabulous!
I was also very impressed by the wide spectrum of people there--it was very inclusive of all orientations, races, ages, singles and married, etc. Next to our table was a table full of guys who looked like they were regular Nascar viewers as well (you know the type: baseball caps, reddish complexions, hemmed jean shorts, etc), but they were hooting and hollering along with everyone else.
Last night I finally went to drag queen bingo in DC with my friend, Annie, and two of her friends (one man visiting from NY and her friend, Leslie, who is this very cool lady who's Annie's priest [!], and funnily enough was one of the starting members of the chapter of my sorority at William and Mary--got all that?). I highly recommend this as a Tuesday night activity in DC, since:
1.) it's free!
2.) they play lots of fun music conducive to dancing in one's chair
3.) there are floor shows and many outfit changes
4.) lots of fun prizes
5.) noisemakers and mini tambourines
Go early to get a seat, though, since we arrived a little late so had to sit off of the main floor and needed to lean around a pillar to check out all of the action.
Besides the bingo, they also had a Jeopardy like game, which even included buzzers, electronic scores, and colored lights. Annie was a contestant at one point. There were some hard hitting questions like "what is the first name of Jessica Simpson's husband?" but Annie plowed through and won. Her prize was a $20 gift certificate to next week's drag queen bingo. How fabulous!
I was also very impressed by the wide spectrum of people there--it was very inclusive of all orientations, races, ages, singles and married, etc. Next to our table was a table full of guys who looked like they were regular Nascar viewers as well (you know the type: baseball caps, reddish complexions, hemmed jean shorts, etc), but they were hooting and hollering along with everyone else.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
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