Wednesday, November 29, 2006

DCeptette: Since they cancelled music class you've been a refugee version.

  1. I'd just like to start things off by saying that we've always, ALWAYS felt that Vladimir Putin is...well, just the bestest guy ever. We've got no beef with the man. He's as close to my heart as my sainted mother. No need for any scary-ass, old-school cold ware shenanigans betwixt us, right, Vlad? Right? Kiss all the kids on the tummy that you want. [Holy Shit!]
  2. Damn. We're loving Jim Webb more and more every day. [The Hill]
  3. I don't know if Steny Hoyer dropped any verses of the Terp fight song as they beat the Illini tonight. I'm actually more curious if he went to the Land of Lincoln and sang another little ditty called the state song of Maryland--a tune that likely was sung AT Lincoln many times. Also known as "The Marseillaise of the South", President Lincoln gets called a despot, Virginia's state motto get's a shout out, and the fave lyric's got to be: "Huzza! she spurns the Northern scum!" Now, of course, we do not condone the sentimental treason espoused by song. We just like to bring it up, now and again. A lot of the Marylandaise enjoy using terms like "mid-Atlantic," but need we remind: Y'all are BEEE-low the Mason-Dixon line, son. [Wonkette]
  4. Now, now. It simply doesn't snow enough in the DC area to justify budgeting for New England style snow removal. And, anyway, if we're being honest, snow removal isn't even the biggest problem with inclement weather in the area. The reason it sucks here when it snows is because of the wide-spread belief that local citizens are somehow leading ESSENTIAL LIVES. Like, the world would STOP if you couldn't get to work! Civilization would unravel if you had to go six hours without drinking milk or couldn't open the bathroom closet and have twelve rolls of Charmin to choose from. Here's a hint, DC: when it snows, STAY THE FUCK HOME. It's fun! You don't have to drive anywhere! Celebrate and Discover (your relative lack of importance!) [DCist]
  5. Fishbowl gathers some Wemple email and confirms many a suspicion: including that life on Champlain is one big circle-jerking wank-fest of self-congratulation. Favorite part: "Just last week, an outsider professed that Metcalfe's DL about mini-minibikes had stuck with her for years. That comment prompted a round of reminiscing about the story, with one staffer from here recalling a particularly poetic line from the piece: 'The mechanic empties the tank and fills it with a more diluted concentration of two-stroke. Then he pulls the starter cord, straddles the bike, and guns it to an angry-lawn-mower roar. The machine leaps off the sidewalk and into busy Georgia Avenue, with the mechanic, like a bear riding a unicycle, teetering on top of it.'" I've ALWAYS WONDERED what that sentence might sound like spoken aloud by a CP staffer with his colleague's scrotum stuffed inside his mouth. And now I do. [FishbowlDC]

1 comment:

Duvall said...

I guess "Born Fighting" wasn't just a campaign slogan.