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Wednesday, 30 November 2005

YAY! (Updated)

Congrats!

Congratulations to one of my favorite Motimers! American Baby is here today! It's a girl and her name is Hope



And to commemorate, Wednesday Poetry!


Reflection on Babies

A bit of talcum
is always walcum

-Ogden Nash
by: DJGroovySlug at November 30, 2005 15:46 | link | comments (4) random thoughts, wednesday poetry

Tuesday, 29 November 2005

It May Be November 29th But It's Never to Late to Say Thank You

Thank you for my mom, who asked me, upon my return from a date, "Does he feed you?"and laughed when I said "Sometimes he throws bread down the hatch into the basement where he keeps me chained up."

 

Thank you for my dad, who once suggested that the reason my pet hamster was so satisfied just rolling around in her wheel and sleeping all day was because hamsters  were so far advanced mentally that they had no need to do anything that didn't involve immediate gratification of sensual urges.

 

Thank you for my grandmother, who once sent me a candle in the shape of a lightbulb for Christmas.

 

Thank you for my family, like my aunt, who, upon hearing I was going to Amsterdam, exclaimed "They have drugs over there! And they make you take them!" and my cousin who made all the cousins do the "Superstar" dance move a la Mary Katherine Gallagher during our aunt's wedding. 

 

Thank you for my friend E, who buys glogg with me and who, for Christmas, is giving away shirts she made that read "College...the best 5 or 6 years of your life."  And for dancing with me at 2am on a cruise ship down the Nile to Michael Jackson's "Beat It" while the Egyptian bartender watched and everyone else was asleep.

 

Thank you for my friend R, who puts up pics on the web of himself with Australian transvestites and makes me pronounce vodka as "wadka."  Who came with me to see "Puppetry of the Penis" and for thinking it was funny but not that great.  And for being my MC on craigslist.

 

Thank you for my friend A, who celebrated Hannukah with me one year because we knew we wouldn't get to be around each other for Christmas. For helping me compose a song about our dorm mascot, Lily the hamster.  For having a pet chicken.  And for asking me to marry her because boys are stupid.

 

Thank you for my friend E, who bought 6 bottles of Bacardi Breezers at a time for the two of us because the bar needed a certain amount to charge without starting a tab.  And for saying, "Yeah, that's Persian." And for introducing me to Long Island Iced Teas.

 

Thank you for my friend P, who isn't afraid to admit her first cousin is smoking hot.  And for that thing with the phone and that guy.  For appreciating the finer points of a really nice pen.  For not having a cell phone because she doesn't want one.

 

Thank you for my friend N, for his really awesome fruit punch and for "Who is your daddy and what does he do?" For showing me how to play kings.   And for making a point of mentioning that "Target is where you can meet all the really hot MILFS."

 

Thank you for my friend S, for going with me after breakfast to the blackjack tables when no one else would.  And for saying "Let's put down another $40."  And for "Someone's gonna get poked tonight."  And for helping me move.

 

Thank you for my friend J, who eats Baja Fresh as much as I do.  And likes diet coke because he prefers the taste.  For going to see foreign films with me.  And for calling me "A." And for saying "Something tells me that I could just SENSE a haircut that gay a mile away. Like ESP or something."

Thank you for my friend N, who was more upset about it than I was.  And for going to Harry Potter at midnight.

Quick thank you shout outs: To E for knowing it wasn't mutual and understanding.  For N and your awesome movie reviews.  For P, who thinks drinking anytime before 11pm is early. For J, who thinks I'm gorgeous.  For B, who shaves his chest (freak). For E who has the purest heart of anyone I know. For G who is always down for happy hour.  For S and "You're killing me!"  For the hookah crew and the best conversations I will ever have in my entire life. For everyone else who has been willing to keep in touch after all these years. For all my friends, for putting up with me while I had a boyfriend and not holding it against me when I put him first.  And for knowing and understanding that I'll never let it happen again.

I love everyone in my life

by: DJGroovySlug at November 29, 2005 16:48 | link | comments (3) random thoughts

Monday, 28 November 2005

Can Somebody Please Explain to Me How Cable Companies Don't Implode on Themselves?

 

So I live in Arlington...Which one do I pick??

by: DJGroovySlug at November 28, 2005 12:26 | link | comments (4)

Monday, 28 November 2005

Moving Out by the Numbers

9:30am Sunday morning - Hour I began packing up my things for the move

1:00pm Sunday afternoon -  Actually left the house with the truck.

3:45pm Sunday afternoon - Hour we finished unloading the truck

4 - Number of boxes still unpacked in my room

17 - Number of books I brought

0 - Number of hair brushes I remembered

11 - Number of DVDs in my brand new Netflix account queue

3 - Number of those films that are in a foreignlanguage

4 - Number of pasta packages purchased at the grocery store last night

0 - Number of vegetables purchased at the grocery store last night

40 minutes - Amount of extra time I get to sleep in by virtue of having a shorter commute

$1963 - Calculated yearly amount saved on Metro fare by virtue of having a shorter commute

First thing I unpacked: my laptop

First freak out: realizing I couldn't figure out how to connect to the wireless router and that I might have to be unconnected from the internet for a while

First freak out averted: my roommate produced an ethernet cable and since there's no security on the network I could just plug it in and connect

First visitor: good friend who helped me move (and my Dad)

First household chore: laundry, specifically new towels

First problem encountered: power outage this morning

First meal planned: pasta?
by: DJGroovySlug at November 28, 2005 10:23 | link | comments (3)

Friday, 25 November 2005

RANT: Get it Right, Weatherman.

Don't ever - EVER - say that it's now warming up to 35 degrees.  35 degrees in no way constitutes warm.  The temperature is going up, but it is not warming up.  Sure, it's all semantics.  When the temperature goes up, it is, for all technical purposes, "warming up."  But don't tell me, while I sit here in the cacoon of artificial heat created by the space heater under my desk, that it is "warming up."  Not when I have to walk 6 city blocks to get to the metro.

And certainly not when I'm working the day after Thanksgiving.  Sure I've only got...oh, two and half hours left.  Sure I'm making mad overtime.  But I had to wake up early - EARLY - today.  And even worse, the person who drove me to the metro had to wake up early too.  Although this doesn't somehow relate to you, Weatherman, I'm blaming you for making two people miserable.  Because the waking up early would've been more bearable if it wasn't for the wind chill of twenty degrees.  Sure the thermometer says it's 31, but it feels like 20.  Thanks a lot weatherman, for clarifying that.  Especially when my car made a strange beeping noise when we turned it on, no doubt because it was wondering what the hell we were doing up at 8am on the day after Thanksgiving, when it was 31 degrees but felt like 20.  So wait, that's three people/things you've made miserable today.

Can we add more to that?

1. The 8 other people who were required to come in to work today.  Because now we are all snapping at each other and looking generally miserable knowing [A] that we are working the day after Thanksgiving and [B] that when we eventually do get to go home, it will be in a 31 degree but feels like 20 climate.  Thanks a lot, Weatherman.

2. The person standing behind me on the escalotor the metro.  Normally I walk up the escalator stairs, for all DCers, the escalators are just moving stairs anyway.  But today I was frozen solid.  There was no way I was going to walk up the stairs when my contacts had practically frozen in my eyes.  You should apologize to them.

3. The future shoe salesman from whom I will buy my next pair of shoes.  Because I will run that man/woman ragged trying to find my size and style that will match.  What does this have to do with anything?  I realize it was way too damn cold for high heels anymore.  Thanks to you, Weatherman, I will undoubtedly have to purchase a pair of $180 boots, make that two pairs of boots, because I need a black pair and brown pair, in order to brave the 31 degrees but feels like 20.  The shoes I wore today aren't going to cut it through the rest of the season.  I will, however, be forwarding you the bill for the shoes.  So long as you continue to claim that the temperature is warming up to 35.

4. My self, again.  Since your radio station has just informed me of Ikea's Thanksgiving day sale, during which I  learned that the early bird specials were this morning from 7am to 10am.  But NOOOO.  I had to come to work today, Weatherman.  I could have been saving 10% off my entire purchase.  I am broke and I'm about to move out of my parents' house and I need furniture and a damn 10% off my purchase at Ikea would've been sweet.  Oh by the way, you better make sure things are nice and sunny and sans wind on Sunday during the actual move.  Or you will be hearing from my lawyers.  That IS lawyers, plural.  Please note. I have a team of people working for me to bring you down.

5. Tai shan (correct spelling unattempted) and all the other adorable creatures at the zoo.  I mean, sure zoos in some part are cruel to animals, forcing them into a climate with which they have no adaptable skills to deal with.  But you, Weatherman, must not realize we have a baby panda to care for now.  Think of the baby panda Weatherman.  You heartless creep. 

Don't think that this is just some displaced anger over the fact that I had to work the day after Thanksgiving. Oh no, I was fine with that.  Everything was A-Okay until you used that phrase. "Warming up to 35 degrees." Warming up, pffft.  Get it right, Mr. Weatherman. 

ps. What's with your radio station today?  All sorts of god music? Hymns? Sure, Christmas hymns whatever.  I feel like I'm at church.  Pass a memo on to the radio DJs over there. OOOHHH.  And if I have to hear the ad for "Pride and Prejudice" starring Kiera Knightly (correct spelling unattempted again) I will destroy the building that contains your office facilities.  Kiera Knightly is in no way Elizabeth Benet.  Clearly your "cultured" station hasn't actually read Jane Austin.  Or you wouldn't endorse a movie that looks absolutely nothing like what the book is about. Pass this on to the powers that be.
by: DJGroovySlug at November 25, 2005 13:52 | link | comments random thoughts

Tuesday, 22 November 2005

Sweet!

You scored as James Bond, Agent 007. James Bond is MI6's best agent, a suave, sophisticated super spy with charm, cunning, and a license's to kill. He doesn't care about rules or regulations and somewhat amoral. He does care about saving humanity though, as well as the beautiful women who fill his world. Bond has expensive tastes, a wide knowledge of many subjects, and his usually armed with a clever gadget and an appropriate one-liner.

James Bond, Agent 007
 
83%

Maximus
 
71%

Batman, the Dark Knight
 
63%

Lara Croft
 
58%

Indiana Jones
 
50%

Captain Jack Sparrow
 
46%

The Amazing Spider-Man
 
42%

The Terminator
 
29%

William Wallace
 
29%

El Zorro
 
21%

Neo, the "One"
 
17%

Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0
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by: DJGroovySlug at November 22, 2005 23:23 | link | comments (4)

Tuesday, 22 November 2005

Well we're movin on up. To the east side. To a deluxe apartment in the sky.

That's right. I found an apartment.  And it really is East of where I'm living now! Okay okay, so it's on the first floor,  not exactly in the sky. Whatever.

Seriously, the place is nice, forget the sign that says "Luxery Apartments" in front of the rental office, (which, by the way, is SWEET!), it was recently remodeled so everything inside of it is new and clean and unscathed by nasty tenants.  The room isn't huge but it's clean and there's a big window and it also means my first "big kid" bed, a big step up from my daybed which just screams "Pre-pubescent."

The apartment is just outside of the District, a distance of a mile tops, really close to the metro and other cool areas.  My commute will be cut in half, at least.  There is a small fitness center that is free to residents and a pool which isn't finished being built yet. 

There's a washer/dryer IN THE UNIT.  I can't stop telling people about that. Why? Because I hate doing laundry.  I don't do it if I don't have to.  The man I will marry better be willing to do my laundry for me.  This is not a joke.  My father does all the laundry in the house, my mom does it if he's out of town and only if she runs out of clean underwear.  So if I had to haul my laundry down to a laundry room (or worse, a laundromat) it would never get done.  I would sooner BUY MORE CLOTHES than do it.  In fact, this strategy was employed numerous times in the college dorms.  I wish I was kidding. But now the washer/dryer is literally right outside my door, so I will be more inclined to do it and have clean underwear.  Especially since rent will prevent me from going out and buying more.

I have a roommate, a sweet girl, somewhat quiet, but smart and funny.  Plus she has a boyfriend who lives out of town, so I can expect lots of weekends with the apartment to myself.

My time is now spent trying to figure out what to leave behind.  Right now it's looking like about 85% of my belongings will not be coming with me.  Really, most of it is junk.  How do we accumulate so much crap? I wouldn't call myself a pack rat either. 

Also, I've been scouring furniture stores and Ikea for the perfect desk and chest of drawers.  Ikea is fun and mildly addictive.  Although one time I bought a bedside table there and it sort of fell apart a few days after I built it.  I'm not blaming Ikea though.  I'm not a mechanical person I guess.

My parents are super excited because it means [A] no more random going out at 11pm/coming home at 4am/showing up for dinner when not expected/missing dinner when expected [B] a cleaner house in general [C] a way to get rid of all the furniture they don't want anymore and [D] Freedom!

Finally!!!
by: DJGroovySlug at November 22, 2005 11:25 | link | comments (2) random thoughts

Friday, 18 November 2005

I'm sitting here staring at weather.com debating whether or not I want to go outside for my regular walk.  I have to get out of the office but a wind chill in the 30s is definitely holding me back.  If I had a window I would be gazing wistfully outside right now. Sigh...
by: DJGroovySlug at November 18, 2005 13:25 | link | comments random thoughts

Thursday, 17 November 2005

Who's that lucky spartan that gets to see Harry Potter at midnight?

It's me! It's me!
by: DJGroovySlug at November 17, 2005 14:07 | link | comments random thoughts

Wednesday, 16 November 2005

What will they think of next?

Have you seen Time's "The Most Amazing Inventions of 2005"?  I was flipping through the magazine on my lunch break today and thought I'd share the five coolest ones (and by coolest, I mean the five that I want to have):




Cool!

1. Airless Tires.  Sweet.




Awesome!

2. Life Straw: for less than $2 a year, this gadget uses seven types of filters to make 185 gallons of water safe for consumption.  Although I'm not 100% sure why all the images of this product are of Indians drinking out of the Ganges...





Neat!


3. Screw contact lenses and sunglasses, get contact shades (or shade lenses? Sun contacts? whatever). Nike is too cool.



Spiffy!

4. Slingbox: "Every so often, a handy gadget comes along and changes our TV habits.  Now comes a new appliance to shift not when you watch your TV but where.  Slingbox hooks up to your home set and beams whatever is onscreen to any Web-enabled device loaded with special software."



Sweet!
5. TurboTap.  Someone figured out how to build a better beer.  Or at least a better way of getting it to us.  No more head! Super fast dispensing capabilities! My life is complete.
by: DJGroovySlug at November 16, 2005 15:16 | link | comments (1) random thoughts