October 08, 2007
You're Pulling My Leg
The sites you see during a strenuous 4.9 mile hike on Catoctin Mountain in Maryland can make you forget all about how hard life is in the city.
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September 13, 2007
Baltimore Comic-Con 2007
Hellboy and Screw-On Head creator Mike Mignola and the sketch he drew for me
M.O.D.O.K. wearing a tiara sketch by The Goon creator Eric Powell
Jessica goes to the dark side.
Traveling to Endor by way of Charm City
Snake Eyes is not committed to sparkle motion, but to the Baroness
Why I Hate Saturn writer and artist Kyle Baker
New Avengers and Moon Knight artist David Finch
30 Days of Night writer, former member of Dischord band Gray Matter, and DC-area native Steve Niles
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April 15, 2007
Stereotype A
Attended the 46th Annual Sakura Matusuri in Washington, DC, this weekend. It just so happens to be the largest outdoor Japanese street festival in the U.S. Click below to see pics.
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| Japanese Street Festival 2007 |
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March 27, 2007
Gilded Gutters
We recently went to Lucky Strike. This franchise mixes the bowling alley with the nightclub to create an experience that is dark, tacky, overpriced, and yet still fun. My favorite part was the bathroom posters of quotes from magazines like Us and People about celebrities hanging out at other Lucky Strikes to remind you that the place rocks -- and you're cool, too, for choosing to hang out there. It reminded me of an upscale soul food restaurant. You know, the type of place where they charge $25 for fried chicken and mac'n'cheese on a Fiesta plate. The food may taste good but it still can't hold a piece of fatback to the same thing pulled from under a heat lamp for $7 at a motor inn by the interstate. So, yeah, we paid $31 to basically bowl two games under a black light -- and I would do it again.
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| Lucky Strike March 24, 2007 |
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March 24, 2007
DC Goes Green. Al Gore mistakenly rejoices.
St. Patrick may have done it in Ireland, but I don't think even he could drive all the snakes out of the U.S. capital.
So, they just have this parade and get drunk instead.
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| St. Patrick's Day Parade DC 2007 |
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February 22, 2007
Rolling Blunder
Jessica and I decided to try and relive our elementary school social lives and go roller skating.
During the course of the fun, I learned an important lesson I somehow overlooked in the past or forgot.
No matter how well you can skate, using a urinal on roller skates is shockingly difficult. One would think that not rolling and holding ... umm ... a rudder would provide some sort of stability. Nuh Uh. Seriously. There was more on the floor than in the pot when I finished. I can't say for sure, but this might be related to the fact that I almost fell twice and hit my head on the stall wall beside me. My only saving grace is that I surprisingly managed not to go all over my skates.
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January 02, 2007
Catch of the Year
Jessica and I welcomed 2007 with a seafood feast.
We ate more than 5 pounds of the stuff. That's how I like to celebrate. Yum.
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October 13, 2006
Welcome, Race Fans
A gasoline haze hangs over a dark, muddied field in Pleasant View, SC, where a curious competition takes place, celebrating the combustion engine and the need for speed. One Friday this past August, Nikki, Mikey, Andre and I journey to the middle of nowhere to witness the mud-splattered glory of 4x4 drag racing.
I have adopted a few lines from this sign as my personal mottos. Please note the line to which I'm pointing.
Yessir, that's a mighty fine truck.
No, really, just look at that engine. Almost prettier than my woman's rack.
Wild Thing, I wish I could drive you.
I love my truck, America and the South, oh, and my woman, I guess -- in that order.
The muddied field's Rodeo Drive.
Menage a truck? Note: that is not my girlfriend and she is just an innocent victim of being in front of the wrong camera at the wrong time.
Yes, that is a band playing on a flat-bed trailer in a tobacco barn. What?
Racing and country-rock fans.
Fine southern folk.
What do you mean I don't look like I'm enjoying myself.
Just need a shot of Southern Blue!
See, all better.
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October 09, 2006
Born to Lose
This weekend my mom entertained my girlfriend with stories from my childhood.
This excavation of my dirty diapers was, of course, thoroughly humiliating. One little gem was unearthed, however:
As a toddler I could apparently open the refrigerator and did so fairly often. My mom finally asked me one day what exactly I was trying to get my grubby little mitts on.
It was then that I uttered the first complete sentence she recalls that I said.
I simply stated, "I want beer."
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