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[23 Jul 2009|02:52pm] |
So something we've been developing for months is finally live.
Meet the Jackass Facebook App.
Branden made a fecal dynamics engine to handle the fluids.
The best prank by far is screen sabotage. :)
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[24 Jun 2009|02:41pm] |
In case some of you all haven't been following it, the governor of South Carolina, Mark Sanford (a presidential hopeful) went missing. His wife told the press he was taking a much needed break.
Well, they couldn't get a hold of him as of yesterday, then suddenly Sanford's press dude is saying that his boss is hiking the Appalachian Trail. Well, it turns out the dude was in fucking Argentina because he was having an affair.
The whole thing is bizarre.
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[08 Jun 2009|02:15pm] |
I saw three accidents this morning dropping Maggie off at school. One occurred in real time right next to me at a light. Everyone was stopped, the lady just ran into the dude in front of her instead of slowing down. Next was a motorcycle vs. suburban, the motorcyclist laying in the street with ambulances. The suburban driver looked freaked out. Third was another fender bender. This one was over to the side causing problems.
I've been driving extra cautiously since apparently people around here are unable to handle the responsibility of their metal death machines. I am probably unhelped by a vivid dream of seeing one of my friends decapitated by an unstable veteran. Ugh.
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| reminiscing |
[04 Jun 2009|03:13pm] |
I have always had this perverse fascination with personal ads. I even managed to do a project on them in a class in college. Back before there was craigslist (or at least a DC-specfic craigslist) I would call up ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dj_ango on Sunday afternoons and go through the "Missed Connections" section of the Washington Post. I'd go down the list and ask her things like, "Hey, were you on the red line two weeks ago wearing a blue shirt?" or "Were you a black woman in a mazda miata in Alexandria?" She would calmly answer, "Nope," and I would move on to the next one. I think I was the one to giggle first, generally.
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[27 May 2009|04:52pm] |
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SICK SEX SUCKS
That phrase is totally amusing to me. It reminds me of that Violins - Violence - Silence sign in Baltimore.
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| Pride and Prejudice and Momo |
[07 May 2009|07:17pm] |
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I heard about Pride and Prejudice and Zombies on metafilter and thus read the review at the AV Club when it caught my eye. Seems interesting, at least. I had never read Pride and Prejudice which I saw as a serious lacking in my education, and I read Jane Eyre because I wanted to read The Wide Sargasso Sea. Oh, and I enjoyed Wicked well enough. I bought an old fashioned-looking version from the bookstore (with a register and all) and I finished it this morning.
( My Thoughts )
Been doing a shit ton of reading lately. I also read through Harry Potter again. David got us a subscription to the New Yorker for Christmas, and I love all the good reading there. I think I am going to tackle The Grapes of Wrath next.
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| Star Wars Day! |
[04 May 2009|01:40pm] |
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May the Fourth be with you!
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| Holy Crap! |
[26 Mar 2009|04:46pm] |
A train just hit a bus at the intersection by my house!
According to the cop I talked to, "It's not too serious." I can't see the bus since it is on the other side of the train, but it looks like it is in one piece... like the corners of each thing touched or something.
We'll see if they will let me out to go get Maggie!
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| How Sweet It Is |
[26 Feb 2009|10:34am] |
HOW sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks
The wayward brain, to saunter through a wood!
An old place, full of many a lovely brood,
Tall trees, green arbours, and ground-flowers in flocks;
And wild rose tip-toe upon hawthorn stocks,
Like a bold Girl, who plays her agile pranks
At Wakes and Fairs with wandering Mountebanks,--
When she stands cresting the Clown's head, and mocks
The crowd beneath her. Verily I think,
Such place to me is sometimes like a dream
Or map of the whole world: thoughts, link by link,
Enter through ears and eyesight, with such gleam
Of all things, that at last in fear I shrink,
And leap at once from the delicious stream.
-William Wordsworth, 1806
I am out of sorts today, a mood which led me to Bartleby to find this.
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| Spread the lurrrve |
[10 Dec 2008|09:58am] |
(I stole this from devolutionary)
Leave me a comment and I will reply with why I like you. If I don't know you, I'll either make something up or tell you why I like your LiveJournal. No need to repost, but feel free to if you want.
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| Since no one else has mentioned it... |
[05 Dec 2008|09:43am] |
Bars in DC to be OPEN UNTIL 5 AM from January 17-20 for the inauguration.
Obama is the gift that just keeps on giving (you hear about him giving the pink slip to Bush's political ambassadorships?). DC is going to be a madhouse for those days. A friend who works at a place on Capitol Hill says that they are planning to earn practically their whole Q1 profit on the inauguration.
America doesn't throw enough big ass parties like this. I am so excited.
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| Thanksgiving Eve |
[26 Nov 2008|11:39am] |
My buddies Vasudeva are playing Town Hall in College Park tonight. There's a shit ton of talent in this band. I am not sure how to describe their sound, but I liken it Phish in the way they meander in their jams, but they do insane counterpoint with their melodies.
People should go! I'm going to go! Tonight at 10:30!
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[22 Nov 2008|10:31am] |
I accidentally the cumin instead of the cinnamon on my toast.
Edit: It wasn't bad! Then again, I like cumin. I'm glad I realized my mistake before I bit into it. My reaction might have been different otherwise.
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| Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings |
[23 Sep 2008|11:54pm] |
I think I have figured it out: I was a hobo in a previous life. I have this weird affinity for the seedier side of society, for booze, for banjos. When I first learned an instrument, a song I played earlier on was "Big Rock Candy Mountain." I remember practicing it over and over. Though I played recorder, the lesson book had the words. No cigarette tress in this version, sycamore trees instead.
I have hobo teeth. I'm obsessing over my teeth lately. If I didn't have this overbite I wouldn't look so weird when I smile. Oh, sometimes I pretend the gap in my front teeth is "Madonna-esque," but really I know it screams hobo. And the sound echoes in the railyard... And if I did somehow rationalize getting braces and shit (at this age!) would changing the shape of my mouth affect my clarinet playing? Would I never be able to play again?
And, check this out: Hobo → Momo. Practically the same thing. My brother and sister named me. I don't think it was mere coincidence that they named me Maureen.
Shit, I might just now have to be a hobo for Halloween... a sexy hobo.
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