My April Fool's rick-rolling was such a success that I'm both delighted and saddened to report you will never be rick-rolled again (at least here). After delivering 250+ rick-rolls yesterday I think it's only fair to officially retire rick-rolling now that I'm nearly certain I've hit everyone with it at least once. So goodbye Rick Astley, it was a good run.
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It's rare there's a Friday update but this is an important one. Yesterday I signed up to take an art class on Monday nights. I've wanted to take one for a while since I'm clearly a gifted artist and I thought I'd meet more "normal" (as normal as you get in a class where you learn to draw triangles with faces) on a Monday night than a Saturday morning with soccer moms.
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On Saturday I met up with Annie and Marc for the Cherry Blossom Festival. The crowds were both daunting and retarded and what should have been a twenty minute metro ride turned into a 75 minute one since I missed the second train twice while trying to push past the idiots who didn't realize it behooves everyone to let the people off the train before you try to get on. Eventually I made it and we walked down to the tidal basin for a very relaxing stroll through the mall. Eventually we coerced Becky into picking us up and we went to the Luna Grill for some grub. Any place with pictures of Led Zeppelin can't be all bad. After Becky went back to work we headed down the street to The Big Hunt, a place I'd been once before but have no recollection of with whom. It's still driving me crazy. I also left my debit card there--the first time in my life I'd ever "lost" it.
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Ah, it's here. Finally. The Cubs opened the 2009 season with a pounding of the Old Men Astros. Their magic number is down to 161.
There's really only one woman in the class with any talent and it was more fun to watch her than work on my own pieces. There was one particularly unartistic guy who had already given up trying to emulate anything and wound up with this hideous...something. I don't know what it was but I can tell you what it wasn't--art.
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So last night I watched The Chronicles of Narnia before watching the Cubs lose in extra innings to the hated Astros. I signed up with Netflix on Friday and thought a good way to get acquainted with popular culture would be to watch a movie about a set of books I loved growing up. Nostalgia fail!
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Last night I had a dream. Oh, crazy dream.
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Last night Becky and I set off to celebrate the first Thirsty Thursday at the Mad Hatter. The original plan was to go to Front Page but with $2 Coronas every douche bag and slut in the greater DC Metro region was there so we down to the Mad Hatter instead. I got to try my hand at c*ck-blocking for the first time and did pretty fair. I'm a much better wingman. Everyone at the bar was small--I felt like giant among men which does not happen often. It was like a hobbit festival. A douchey hobbit festival. A doubbit festival. Next Thirsty Thursday is at the Zoo for "Grapes with the Apes" and after that a party at the Swedish Embassy. I didn't actually get into the Embassy party yet but Becky did so I'm sure with her billions of connections I'll find a way in.
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Happy Easter! To celebrate Easter, Chompy and I are going to go on a drive down the backroads so she can enjoy the fragrant spring and I can finally get to experience driving on the beltway without (as much) traffic. I've always kind of wondered what happened if I was able to get the Taurus up to 60mph and today I might get to find out.
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Every great hero needs an arch-villain. I finally, after 13 months in DC, found mine. She takes the form of a 17-year old girl who probably enjoys cutting herself. She is in my art class and her newest piece is called "Dismembered Man". Clever. Hold onto that teenage angst sweetheart. I can't even fathom the horrors you've seen growing up in Georgetown but my heart goes out to you.
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Memory: So there were are at the Day of Percussion. It's February, 2003. A small group of us had trekked from Tallahassee to DeLand, Florida for a mini-concert at Stetson University. As it were, Matt Flynn and I were dressed in identical clothing: a navy blue polo shirt, khaki pants, and the same tennis shoes. We both had huge afros at the time and except for the fact he was ripped and at least four inches taller than me we were twins.
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If somehow you haven't seen this graph that shows how the government spends money you should check it out. If you ever wonder why DC is such a dump, you can see our allocation from your state-livers: it's right above the Nuclear Regulatory Commission. The taxes we pay as residents here are absolutely ridiculous. Keeping the homeless off the mall requires significant funding so yeah, you're welcome. There are a lot of scary numbers on that graph. Seriously scary. Srsly.
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Happy Birthday Ricky! It seems like just yesterday we were at your bachelor party. I didn't even know it was your birthday then. I'm looking forward to seeing you guys in NYC in a few months. You need to put some new pictures up on Facebook so I can stop recycling ones from like four years ago before you got all ripped. Anyway, happy birthday!
After having what probably amounted to 2/3 of a glass of wine we drove to Two Amy's on the border of Glover Park and Cleveland Park. We waited for about ninety hours for a table and then had some pizza. The food was pretty good but let's face it, after ninety hours of waiting just about anything is good.
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Last night Marc and I set off on our first tour of the bars of Georgetown and in four hours we knocked off Chadwick's, The Guards, J. Paul's, and The Tombs. Because it had been so nice all day I just wore a t-shirt but by the late evening it was extremely cold and I regretted that decision.
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I have officially moved back into DC-tourist mode. With my departure imminent I brought out my checklist of things I'd like to do in the greater DC metro region before I leave. On Sunday I went to see the Chesapeake Bay. I did not accomplish my mission of eating crab cakes while at a restaurant on the bay itself so now I might have to go back. Annapolis was the closest city on the bay and it only took about 45 minutes to get there. I'm not a big shellfish person (ok, at all) so trying to talk yourself into doing things is tough. It's hard to peer-pressure yourself. Annapolis is a quaint little town that is not surprisingly filled with sailors and teenage moms. The Naval Academy has a really beautiful campus, made even more beautiful by the fact the triple option is run every play of every football down come fall.
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So many birthdays today! Abby turned the big 6, and I picked her up to celebrate after making a quick run to PetCo in Bethesda to get Chompy some food and presents appropriate for a dog who is turning 42 in human years. I'm sad that this will be the last birthday I get to celebrate with Abby so I'm glad Jamie let me take for the day. It was unfortunately too rainy to go to the park or even really run around in the back yard. Tuesday is supposed to be nice (and it is) so we can get in some more activity of the outside variety.
It's also my cousin Kevin's birthday (not picture) and Marc's 26th birthday. Now you're rounded up to 30. Aren't you lucky. You're also the first "new" friend to get a custom picture. Too bad you don't read my blog or else you'd see it. Banking on that fact, I used a picture of you with some hot girls. I'm excited for your party on Friday and double-excited it will be in Georgetown. That's me being selfish. Anyway, Happy Birthday Marc!
I had my art class and found out that I will not have a piece at the local show. Oh well. The class culminated with two pieces being used as examples: one that could be sold for money and another that was "art". Mine was used as the example that people would pay money to buy but "was not art". Ouch. Ah, the joys of being invalidated. Adding insult to injury was that Cutter's piece (untitled, of course) was used as "art". I love abstract art and I don't need my paintings look like anything but it was total crap. She is choosing to go to art school at AU and said the same thing I said for my masters, "Yeah, I really wanted to go to Michigan but FSU offered me so much money..." It's how you cover up the fact you didn't even get into Michigan without having to explicitly lie. In her case it was NYU. Whatever, dude. I'm bringing out the big guns next week. I'll show you guys art if I have to take a dump on a piece of wood and smear it into smiling squares.
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I spent a good part of the afternoon working on the oily bits of the vase painting. Since I know nothing about oil painting it's going by really slowly. It takes an epically long time for it to dry so when I make a mistake I have to write down where it is so I can go back and fix it sometime in the future. I'm hoping to have it done on Friday so that I can start a new one. I like painting but I like finishing painting even more.
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I've always moved around a lot in bed while I sleep, claiming far reaches of the bed as my own like European colonists. Recently, however, I've started doing something really aggravating. I've started rolling up my t-shirt 80's-style and then scratching the middle of my torso. I scratch so hard that I wake myself up. I then roll down my t-shirt (90's-style) only to do it again a few hours later. This has been going on for the four nights--the same four nights I've watched Planet Earth while falling asleep. I have to assume it's because each episode has had some segment on bugs and although I haven't had any bug dreams maybe they're the trigger. Weirdy.
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I don't have what you might consider a "busy" life. My days are full but they don't really require me leaving a 400 foot radius of my bed except to get coffee or food. Yesterday, however, was actually full of activity--even for a normal person who doesn't work at home.
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Happy birthday Tree (Mark Peterson). You probably thought I would forget again this year but I did not. This picture is circa 2000 and I was pretty proud of myself for even finding it. Happy Birthday!
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Come May 26, I will be the newest faculty member at the University of
Because I'm teaching part-time I'm sure I'll have ample time to remain both the preeminent composer of steel drum music and Mark Cuban Jr. If anything I'll probably have more usable hours in the day since I will have to forgo getting 10 hours of sleep a night.
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