dust your balls off
The other night someone said, in reference to getting back up after a fuckup, that one should just “dust their balls off”. I’ve never heard anything like that before, but I think its quite good. Dusting off ones balls.
Anyhow. It’s fall in Washington, DC. I’ve finally left the boonies of Silver Spring and have moved right into Adams Morgan.
Well this week begins the Asian American film festival! Alas, I cannot go. I’m taking my vacation this weekend and will be finding myself in bumblefuck Pennsylvania for a murder mystery weekend. An event that usually attracts senior citizens with conservative values, I am totally looking forward to posing as a newlywed with my friend who can’t speak english.
Bram, I’m still waiting for my free Bikram yoga session and dermatologist appointment which you so surreptiously promised me by scrippling “coupons” on two pieces of paper.
jovial fat white man
Confession and redemption by a fuckup is often an easy pairing for me personally. Those who did wrong and then met opprobrium usually garners my sympathy. But McClellan. No. I can’t give it to him. Perhaps because he’s fat. I don’t know. I just can’t seem to have the same sentiment of “at least you had the balls to come out with it”. No it’s not there. I didn’t like him when he was a White House Press Secretary and even though he comes out with a book castrating the President, I still don’t like him. Just look at him, a jovial fat white man:
moving on
Good Morning. It’s a windy glum Thursday morning here in Washington, DC. Work has been…streaming in healthy amounts. It seems all of our office’s major programs is colliding into one day.
I realized what people mean when they say studying for GRE’s isn’t difficult – just moreso annoying. It’s like the SATs all over again. The sad truth is, i forgot nearly EVERYTHING on the math section. I don’t know how to find the area of a cricle. Nor do I know what a diameter is. Nor do I know what a “real integer” is. I once knew all these things but a liberal arts degree at Michigan hasn’t really helped me maintain that useless knowledge.
Some points in the news:
McCain is acting as he’s President or something (like he’s ever going to be that). He recently visited with England’s PM Gordon Brown to talk about stuff usually presidents talk about. Here’s the fucked up part. Everyone remember when Nancy Pelosi went to Syria early last year? She got all this criticism about how she is interfering in foreign affairs blah blah blah and that it’s not her role to be abroad blah blah blah and that she should be in the kitchen blah blah blah. How hypocritical of the White House to lambast Nancy Pelosi, who is the SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE and probably has more power in foreign affairs matters, and make no comment on John McCain who is just an ancient senator and presidential hopeful!? I’d use the gender card here but it’s been used too often these past months so I’m just gonna let it be self-evident.
After date raping America’s children, China is now poisoning Korea’s beloved snacks with rat heads. Doesn’t that sound like some ancient asian war tactic?
Jack of All Trades
Putin made a surprise visit to a Moscow with his wife to watch “Woe for Wit.” After the crowd’s standing for him and his wife, he made tea and cookies with the stage performers. In which the following conversation took place:
Putin: Why did you at the very beginning show (the main character) crying? One gets the impression of him as a weak person. He’s a strong man. He withstands everything that’s there. You showed him sniveling.
Director Tuminas: You’re correct and I’m just glad that the actor has heard this.
Putin: The actor has nothing to do with this. He’s done what you told him.
Can you imagine this happening in the states? Bush goes to some opera by surprise (shocker one), gets a standing ovation for himself (shocker two), and then gives pointers about how to perform opera (shocker three). For some reason this reminds me of North Korea’s Kim Jong Il. As the highest leader, anything that comes out of his mouth is considered expert advice, especially when it comes to the arts. The more things change, the more it just all stays the same.
constancy
Every time I find some routine that’s good for me and I enjoy, there ends up being some shafted side effects to it that makes me not want to do it anymore. Oh I don’t know, like lung cancer, liver disease, MRSA…stuff like that.
Recently, it’s been jogging running. I’ve been making it a habit of running four miles 5 times a day after work. I do 3 miles running at 7 mph, go .25 miles at 4 mph, and then finish up .75 miles at 7 mph. I’ve been doing this consistently, until my knees and my back began to hurt.
Not to sound like a complete douche bag, but I personally really enjoyed running and felt good after each run (especially when i ran next to this fat chick who could barely carry her body walking). But apparently, you shouldn’t run in a rigid schedule because it’s just bad for your knees and back. So the ONE habit that’s good for me, that i enjoy, and that I can be consistent with….I can’t do it on a daily basis. What the heck.
Life is nothing but a bunch of “everything in moderation” and “middle of the road” crap. Why can’t I OD on something actually healthy? I even stopped going to the gym to lift weights because I realized being buff and short was the last thing on my to do list.
NEW JERSEY RESIDENTS – READ!
WHEN THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN!? So apparently, republican political bosses in NJ are thinking about having Rudy Guiliani run against ancient Lautenberg for his Senate seat.
WHAT!? First of all, he’s a big fat ass skeeze and second of all…HE’S A DAMN NEW YORKER! I don’t want no greasy slimeball New Yorker as my Senator. HELLS TO THE NO. I just don’t want any new yorker being my senator….let alone a Republican.
What the hell.
i’m catching ammonia
The weather in our nation’s Capitol is freakish. What was in the 60’s on Monday turned a bitter 30’s today. I overheard one of those stranger to stranger conversations that are OVERLY nice, OVERLY polite, and (worst of all) OVERLY sarcastic. This one ended not that well…
Woman: Gosh the weather got so cold!
Man: I know! That’s why during this season people usually get ammonia?
Woman: Get what?
Man: They usually get ammonia because of the sudden weather change.
Woman: Oh, ok.
And as you could probably tell, the conversation ended there.


