From the Washington Post’s Grammy wrap-up: “Some onstage antiwar talk did come from Fred Durst, lead singer of Limp Bizkit. ‘I hope we’re all in agreeance that this war should go away as soon as possible,’ he said. A few million war opponents must have cringed and wondered: Is this the best we’ve got? There ...

I think I bruised my tailbone. Stop laughing, it really fucking hurts. I think I did it when I went to sit down and watch an episode of ER I taped because I was working…I sat on the hardwood floor next to the TV because my VCR is fucked up, and I think that did ...

If there’s any advantage to how dead it’s been during my shifts the last couple days (with the exception of the 2nd half of tonight, during which I did very, very well), it’s that I’m basically being paid to sit around and do what I’d be doing anyway. Which is, of course, watch the Simpsons.

The gist: “Great Bylined Thinkers of America, I bid you: Shut up!” I’m sick of this damn poetry and all these arguments. Everyone’s pretty much made up their mind on all this political bullshit, and t’aint nothing going to change it. All evidence from here on in will be used by each side to support ...

You know what drives me absolutely insane? When I have something I need on my desk, but then I decide to clean my desk, and I put it away in a specific place thinking, I will specifically remember that I’ve put it here. Then I go to look for it and it’s not fucking there. ...

I just got a phone call from the Atlanta Braves…I have a job interview with them a week from Monday! This was a job I thought I was rejected for long ago, since it was allegedly supposed to start in January. But apparently each department has discretion as to when to hire people, and A/V ...

The extraordinarily helpful sign above the almost-deserted Capital Beltway in D.C. stolen from the same place, and same photographer as the last.

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.