View from my office in Rosslyn looking across the Potomac to Georgetown, Washington, D.C., 11:37AM February 5, 2016.
Another frickin' attempt at another frickin' blog entry.
There is a goddamn car alarm -- rapid fire horn blaring -- going off about every 30 seconds and lasting for about 20 seconds. It's not directly outside but close enough to be annoying. I'm sure the person who owns the car is thrilled and thinks its great, or more likely, is beyond clueless.
The goddamn thing is probably going to go off all night, maybe all weekend.
Isn't there a 311 number to call for that?
The family ride for BIG Y'EYEMAH and me and Li'l Annabelle Mae.
Maybe I should check in with my betrothed, BIG Y'EYEMAH, since we own a hunk of junk car that is constantly breaking down and its horn going off all the time, not to mention always having flats, shakes over 60MPH, and belches black smoke out the rear on occasion. The doors are going to fall off soon and one of the windows already has. Oh, and its a competition between the broken catalytic converter and BIG YEYEMAH's gas to see what makes the car smell worse.
Unsafe at any speed, indeed.
Balloon in my apartment, Washington, D.C., 1:17AM February 5, 2016.
Earlier in the night (and I was out way too late), I had gone to Trade and then Fox & Hound where I met Jamie.
You see, BIG Y'EYEMAH married me because she was and is deeply enamored of failure. And our "very special needs" child, Li'l Annabelle Mae -- who has been tenting out nicely thanks to a steady diet of McDonald's and American corn syrup, so she's not so li'l anymore -- has turned into demon-spawn, a.k.a., Rosemary's Baby now an adolescent, and last seen setting fire to the local academy of the politically correct arts school next to the libertarian think tank and for-profit college "campus" that is a glorified racket.
Thunder Grill, Union Station, Washington, D.C., 12:37PM February 4, 2016.
I met my mom and Ray there yesterday. I really like Thunder Grill. I need to go there once and just spend a few hours solo.
All we need now is for Wall-P to start talking about his money, not to mention a Marco Rubio presidency -- which will occur right after idiot Dems nominate Bernie and he goes on to lose in a 43-state rout -- combined wit wall-to-wall rightwing radical Republican rule. Maybe the Washington Consensus crowd can show up to lead us to oblivion.
I'm trying to think of new "Wall-P and Me (and Hysterical Gee) Makes Three Chronicles" storylines.
Wall-P: Eh. Eh. Eheheh. Dude, you can't bring BIG Y'EYEMAH to the dinner party.
Me: Oh, Wall-P, why not??
Wall-P: Dude, last time she had massive flatulence.
Me: Oh, Wall-P, that was a just a little gas.
Wall-P: Dude, she cleared out the place.
Me: Oh, Wall-P, that's because she ate ice Rocky Road ice cream right after a generous portion of refried beans and sauerkraut, and it didn't sit well.
Wall-P: Dude, she can't come.
Me: Oh, Wall-P, you just don't love BIG Y'EYEMAH. You don't see her INNER BEAUTY.
Then the Hysterical One can start shrieking and screaming uncontrollably mixed with gran mal palsied facial contortions:
ROCK ON! ROCK ON! I'LL BE DROPPIN' YA NAME IN A YEEEH!
Not to put too fine a point on it, but eternity could pass and it would still be too soon to see again the Hysterical One.
OK, the car alarm seems to have quieted down.
Remember when QUEEN NOBLE ran for D.C. Delegate back in 2010 and in that awesome campaign video made on the side of some awful street in Southeast D.C., she says at one point as a bus roars by behind her, "This is captivity ..."
Fred Hiatt can explain from First Principles why this is really a neoliberal Utopia, we just don't realize it.
The bar at Secret Chopsticks, Rosslyn, Arlington, Va., 7:00PM February 4, 2016.
Secret Chopsticks is a new Chinese restaurant located on the ground floor in a ginormous private residence (condo) skyscraper called Turnberry Tower. It is located next to my office building. I went there last night and stayed for about an hour. I actually went there again today for lunch with a co-worker to talk about an idea he is working on.
There is really nothing else I want to write tonight. It is a cold, clear night. It is going to be cold and blustery for the next several days and, indeed, the pattern looks cold for the next 7 to 10 days
Looking ahead, there are a few chances of snow in that time, but a big snowstorm doesn't seem likely here in D.C.
It's just as well.
Once they are over, snowstorms -- or rather, their aftermath -- are a big pain the ass. Oh, and National Airport always comes in with some bogus low snow total number, thus adding insult to injury and rendering the whole thing an exercise in futility.
As for tonight, I'm going to go to Trade and/or Floriana. Gary is away in the Dominican Republic at a resort with Howie and that awful friend of his who lives near Boston.
Rosslyn at dusk, Arlington, Va., 5:44PM February 4, 2016.
Next week, I have to be on client site all week -- from 9AM to 5PM, so I have to adjust the rest of my schedule accordingly including no going out after work. I might just do four shortened gym workouts Monday - Thursday rather than two long ones and two nights off.
Mostly, I just want to sleep for the time being.
OK, that's all for now.