This picture of one of the examples of “Peeps” graffiti in my neighborhood is just about the only thing holding my sanity together right now. Working on the Fourth of July is more excruciating than I remember.
Keep on little blue peep, you’re my only friend right now.
I share a certain ungodly affinity for the beers draped across that man’s arms for a man with no affiliation to and has never been to Texas. Honestly, the fact that the Black Cat has that beer on tap is one of the very few reasons that makes seeing shows there bearable.
Happy 100th to the makers of my go-to six pack.
I guess, officially, even quitting smoking can kill you. Great.
The need for this sign at work is both real and sad. Hopefully, this will not the be a start of a series of hastily taken cell phone pictures from a newsroom bathroom.
For the final part in my series of hastily taken cell phone pictures from the newsroom kitchen, I present what I hope is in fact an Office reference, and not an actual warning.
Instead of obsessing over photos of mangled Metro trains, I went for a walk around the neighborhood and found some lovely sidewalk flowers. I’m thinking this will make tomorrow’s commute a lot more pleasant.
Yeah, that’s a much better way to approach this subject.
I have nothing really to add to today’s Metro tragedy, other than my first two thoughts were actually “I’m glad I’m not at work today” and “I wonder how Why I Hate D.C. is going to cover this.”
Then the horror really kind of stuck in, and now, hearing more about it, I’m feeling lucky.
On Mondays I usually don’t work, and I was running an errand downtown today. As I was heading home around 4 or so, my train was stopped at the Van Ness station, because a train was stopped at the Tenleytown station. Now, it sounds like one train was stopped and struck by another.
Also, Chris Matthews proved how distant he is from a normal person today. At the top of Hardball, the only way Matthews could describe Metro was clean, and with an small crime rate. Again and again. Yes, Metro is pretty clean, but it’s not the first descriptor that comes to mind.
Italian prisons really must be really of a different breed, because I don’t look even half as healthy as Amanda Knox, and she’s spent nearly two years behind bars.
Of course, she probably hasn’t been able to spend her Friday nights drinking too much, and has likely never had the title “Web Editor” associated with her name.
