Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Wise Weingarten

Until now, I have only mentioned Gene Weingarten in passing, but I think that he and Joel Achenbach are the best things about the Post.

Gene's weekly column, Below the Beltway, is teriffic -- but the best thing are his weekly chats, in which he and his audience occasionally direct me to internet wonders such as this and this.

More importantly, this week, Gene confirmed that the only proper response to the person reclining their airline seat in front of you is passive-aggressiveness:

Gene Weingarten: . . . . I believe it is never acceptable to recline your seat in the plane, unless no one is seated behind you, or it is the middle of the night and everyone is asleep. No degree of incline is acceptable. When someone does this to me, I engage in a war of knee jabs. And I always resist the urge to recline my own seat to get away from this assault. That is only passing on the rudeness.

And FYI, Gene also expressed marvel at the DC Metro Anagram Map, discussed here last week.

I just wish he had a blog.

This is why I'm not a vegetarian

Recently, in front of the soon-to-be-renamed MCI Center, I was accosted by animal rights activists. They gave me this sticker: PETA is wrong. While I generally support not being cruel to animals, I just don't buy the no milk, no eggs, no meat thing. And today, Discovery proved my point -- historically, it's always been eat or be eaten.

Wednesday night TV

In addition to Project Runway, my Wednesday night generally includes Lost, which has to be the coolest show on TV. A while ago, MSNBC ran an interesting article profiling the various castaways.

Apparently, there are some interesting websites out there including this one for Oceanic Air.

And, for any internet quiz takers, I have found not one, not two, but three "Which Lost Character are you" quizzes.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Snow Graffiti

We took this last March, walking around Baltimore's inner harbor, on our way back from the American Visionary Art Museum. The snow didn't last much longer, but the picture did.

And by "Manifesto," I mean "Blog"

This site is great! And they've got t-shirts, too!

Friday, February 24, 2006

Model Rule of Unprofessional Conduct

In MOsanthrope's blog post titled "How to Destroy Your Legal Career with One Simple Click", he links to an e-mail exchange that, to me, is essentially equivalent to flushing your law degree down the toilet.

Unlike Ms. Abdala, I have come to the conclusion that the pay --or lack thereof -- associated with part-time blogging does not support the lifestyle I am accustomed to living. Accordingly, I have decided to remain gainfully employed.

DC Metro Anagram Contest Results

Gene Cowan has posted a DC Metro Anagram Map on his blog. Thanks to BoingBoing for their item on it.

Two of our proposed submissions made the cut: DSL's Asian Taco (Anacostia) and Justin S.'s Catty Lyrics (Crystal City). By this somewhat objective standard, they are hereby the winners of the anagram contest. Honorable mention goes to Penguin in the City for her participation, because I don't actually know her.

Also, thanks to codeman38 for letting me know about his very cool anagram version of Atlanta's MARTA system.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Anagram reminder = A Mandarin Merger

Don't forget to submit your entries for the anagram contest!

And, more of the anagram subway maps are popping up, including Chicago, Toronto, and Amsterdam.

(Here's the guy who did the Chicago one.)

Battle of the sexes in e-mail form

I got this e-mail today from Stephanie:

The Husband Stores
A store that sells new husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates.

You may visit the store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch: you may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men have jobs. The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love kids. The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids, and are extremely good looking. "Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads: Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are drop-dead good looking and help with the housework. "Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"

Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads: Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak. She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads: Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.


A new Wives Store opened across the street. It operates the same way as the husband store. The first floor has wives that love sex. The second floor has wives that love sex and have money. The third through sixth floors have never been visited.

While Justin didn't really discuss the subject matter of the marriage contract in his post yesterday, I think this joke just reinforces some of the differences hinted to therein.

If you're happy and you're liberal . . .

. . . you're in the minority. George Will opines on a survey purporting to show that conservatives are happier than liberals.

Draw your own conclusions -- but if this were true, it would confirm my suspicions.

In the category of "And you thought it would never happen!"

Guns 'N Roses & Motley Crue: together again -- at least according to this guy.

And, according to E! Online, several theoretically long-awaited new GNR tracks have been leaked -- followed, of course, by the inevitable cease and desist order.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

DC Metro anagram contest

Per Boing Boing, some overly clever individuals posted a map of anagrams of London Tube station names.

Submit your anagrams of any of the 87 Washington DC Metro stations via the comments section, and I'll pick a winner on Friday.

New reality tv addiction

I admit it. I'm addicted to Project Runway.

With the exceptions of Rock Star:INXS and Celebrity Poker Showdown, I've never cared for reality tv -- although neither of those are even close to my reality. Then again, I'm starting to think that the fashion industry is a few lightyears away from normal.

Anyway, I'm looking forward to tonight's show about last season's winner, Project Jay.

Best thing to come out of the Cheney shooting incident

Thanks to flickr and Boing Boing for this one.

The John Cusack Test

Which John Cusack are you?

(Thanks, Nicole.)

Friday, February 17, 2006

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!

Which circle of hell will you wind up in? Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz and find out. Share your results if you want.

Greetings from Gotham!

I'm in New York City for work. Right now, I've got a great view of the Chrysler building.

Last night we went out to eat at an interesting restaurant, Aquavit. The New York Times review gave it three stars.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Valentine's musings

The Post presents a Valentine's quandary: Lloyd Dobler vs. Jake Ryan. I'm definitely a Lloyd girl. Every time I hear In Your Eyes the boombox scene from Say Anything runs through my head.

And here's the A.V. Club's article ranking the top TV romances.

Most interestingly, however, the Discovery Channel ran this article about, uh, the derivation of the traditional Valentine heart. It made my inner cynic laugh. A lot.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Lawyer hunting season!

Everyone's talking about the VP's hunting incident and subsequent cover-up, and Justin already posted a picture that says it all, so I won't waste bandwith by repeating the biggest story of the day. (If you haven't read it, check out Joel Achenbach's blog post titled "Deadeye Dick Cheney", though.)

But, in line with my recurring t-shirt theme, take a look at these, courtesy of Cafe Press.

This is my favorite:

Friday, February 10, 2006

Everything you wanted to know about Shakespeare . . .

. . . but were afraid to ask. Here's a great site that allows you to search all of Shakespeare's plays, sonnets, and poems. Which, in turn, allows me to check to make sure that last night's ER did not butcher the Hamlet quote using the word "quintessence".

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Coming soon to a theater near you . . .

. . . it's the sequel to Clerks. Read all about it straight from the View Askew website, and also in this week's USA Today here and here.

And, for fun, here's a picture we took a couple weeks ago outside of the strip mall featured in Clerks, on a random trip through New Jersey:

Friday, February 03, 2006

The mouse is officially gone!

Return of the Mouse

In November, I saw a mouse in my apartment. It disturbed me greatly, not just because I am somewhat obsessive-compulsive and anal-retentive, or because my apartment is generally pretty neat, but because even when I lived in total crapholes, I never had a rodent.

Anyway, when I saw the mouse the first time, it was about 11 pm. I had left work pretty late, and grabbed dinner on the way, and when I got to the apartment, there was a package waiting for me outside the door. I dropped the box on the floor, and went about my business. Then, about an hour later, I saw the mouse. It saw me too, and we both froze. When I recovered from my initial shock and began to move, I promptly tripped over the box, and the mouse ran away, in the direction of my bedroom. So, in a panic, I did what any sane almost-30 year old single girl would do -- I called my dad, who happens to live about 1,000 miles away.

My dad was quite nice about the whole thing. Surprisingly, he didn't really laugh at me. Plus, he didn't even try to discourage my idea that I might have to check into a hotel. The conversation ended when he asked if I was going to be okay, and I said, "No, I really don't think I'm ever going to be okay again." Anyway, once we hung up -- after I called the apartment manager to arrange for an exterminator -- I decided that I was going to sleep on the couch in the living room, with all of the lights in the house on, and -- just to be safe -- in cowboy boots.

For the next several weeks, I slept with the lights on. It took me quite a while to get over it. And my dad did the sweetest thing. He bought me a package of mousetraps from the dollar store for my birthday, and wrapped it in newspaper.

Anyway, I didn't see or hear from the mouse again . . . until last night. And, to be honest, I didn't actually see it. Instead, at 3:22 in the morning, I was wakened by the sound of something squealing in pain, terror, or some combination thereof. Then I realized what it was. The mouse was stuck in one of the glue traps that the apartment management had put down in the kitchen.

At first, I thought it would stop. And then I thought I should do something about it, but honestly, I'm not that brave. (I wasn't even brave enough to look in the traps to confirm my suspicions.) On went the lights, out came the cowboy boots -- just in case it escaped and ran into my bedroom. When I left the house at 8:45 this morning, it was still squealing. This morning, I called the apartment management and, of course, my parents. I told my mother that it's a good thing my car is paid for, because at least I have a place to live.

I am so moving.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Very Important Underpants

There's a coloring book for lawyers
circulating around via e-mail. It's hilarious.

first post

This is my first post. Ever. And I have now realized that this will be the most boring blog ever.