Sometimes, when shoveling snow, it’s good to look behind you. photo stolen from the Washington Post, taken by James M. Thresher

On the Washington Post’s story about D.C. getting socked with over two feet of snow (it says 18 inches, but that’s at Dulles airport. The District got way more): Area Closed On Account Of Snow. Someone’s been reading the Onion…

I finally got some pictures of Emma, my new stepniece. The best one was of her with her parents. From left to right: Rob, my stepbrother; Emma, the kid; and Karen, Rob’s wife, who I can attest (and who I imagine would want me to attest) normally does not look that puffy.

My hometown has officially gone insane. All this Code Orange bullshit has officially sent the residents of Washington, D.C. over the collective edge. These people, many of them normally senitent individuals, have become convinced that duct tape and plastic will save them from everything. I still read the Washington Post online, because they are one ...

Man, people do scary shit to their pets…

Who wants to be an Intern for President Clinton? The punchlines write themselves. Thanks to Weigel

Forgot to post updates for the last couple days. Let me bring you up to speed. I just got back from working the Car Show Gala at McCormick Place convention center in downtown Chicago. If you click the link, I was tending bar right across from that silver concept car, but you can’t see where ...

I love that show, and it’s a goddamn crime it’s not out on DVD yet. I was searching for info on a possible release when I stumbled across yet another pointless quiz: Which Animaniacs Character Are You? Which Animaniacs Character are You? Yakko. Talkative, huh? Perhaps sing-ative would be more appropriate, actually. When people don’t ...

It’s always entertaining to try and figure out what’s going on in the apartment above mine (and specifically, the room above mine) by the sounds of people tromping around, but tonight, I’m getting a bit concerned that I’m going to hear some things I just don’t wanna hear. The girl that lives there, by the ...

Isn’t somebody going to get tired of this after about year 239? Stolen from Dave Barry’s weblog. Yes, that Dave Barry.