There don’t seem to be many Washington Nationals baseball players who fit the bill as ‘woofy’ this year, with the possible exception of an off-season-bearded Adam Dunn. I still haven’t been to a game yet but I need to some time soon.
A house centipede waiting to drop on my head in the bathroom. I named it Maggie Gallagher. Generally harmless to humans, they are a species originally from the Mediterranean region.
The reconstruction of this here blog is still in progress. Don’t have a cow if your blog hasn’t shown up on the right-hand sidebar. My former blogroll list was so frikkin’ humongous that I haven’t had the time to paste all of them into the new system. Granted, Wordpress has been a lovely content management system to work with, but I have a lot of crap to move too.
Anyway, every few weeks I order my groceries to be delivered through Peapod. Recently I’ve noticed they’ve been late on a frequent basis. I’ve ordered from them for years, usually reserving the 6-8am slot, but ever since I moved a mere 6 blocks north of my former address the deliveries have been consistently late. One exception was during the Snopocalypse and they somehow got my groceries to my house on time.
Anyway this morning they were an hour late, and I just can’t be that late for work anymore, so I wrote a nastygram and got a very fast response from their customer service reps. It turns out they can see when the vans come and go via GPS tech and she did note that my deliveries have been consistently late. She promised that would be fixed with a comped delivery thrown in. Nice! Since I kind of depend on them I really just want them to fix whatever is making the deliveries late. Hauling home groceries on the bike is a drag, and so is going to our local grocery stores with such endearing surliness at the checkout counters.
On the other hand, last year when I filed a formal complaint through the Metro website when I saw raccoons running around near the station manager’s booth at the Fort Totten station I got no response. Apparently no one has made the connection between passenger safety and critters with a high potential for rabies infection. So keep feeding those cute kitties!
Congratulations to couples in DC who have filed for marriage this week. When I initially Tweeted “Congrats to recently married couples in DC!” or something this week a number of super-smarty pants technical gays immediately corrected me. Whatever. My point is they went to the courthouse and registered for marriage just like everybody else. And for that we should be glad. Like the smoking ban, a year from now no one will notice and we’ll look back and wonder what the big deal was. I wonder what group the haters will choose to torment next?
Having worked and taken classes at the University of Maryland, I’m not allowed to like anything having to do with Duke, but occasionally I have moments of weakness. Like Duke basketball Senior Center #55 Brian Zoubek 7′1″ 260#: Oh and Maryland beat Duke (again) and the students rioted near my favorite bubble tea joint (again). Damn kids…there will be hell to pay if you damage my bubble tea joint.
NORWEGIAN CURLING TEAM PANTS: Haavard Vad Petersson of the Norwegian curling team gets set to deliver the stone during practice at the Vancouver 2010 Olympics in Vancouver, British Columbia, Monday, Feb. 15, 2010. (AP Photo/Robert F. Bukaty) # The above image is from the awesome photo galleries (parts one and two) in Boston.com. The galleries are well worth a visit even though they don’t feature any images of GIANT INFLATABLE BEAVERS.
Jerry Seinfeld, you have earned my eternal enmity for interrupting the closing ceremonies of the 2010 Winter Olympic Games with your new pedestrian show. Do you really think you’re more important than an international sports event, on the day of an awesome, nail-biting grudge match hockey game? Clearly you do, but actually you are not that awesome and your show will fail. I place my Evil Eye upon The Marriage Ref for your crime of hubris.
I really look forward to the opening and closing ceremonies of the Olympic events, and I try to catch up on whatever sports I can in between. This year curling was very convenient to watch, and NBC knew where their bread was being buttered as the Canada matches always seemed to have plenty of closeups of John Morris’ intense, scruffy face. ’sigh’. That shit never got old.
But despite the rude Seinfeld interruption, the closing ceremonies were kind of a trainwreck anyway. Perhaps it was a mercy cut away from the horror. The clown* repairing the malfunctioning torch was clever, but those kids with snowboards went on far too long. Then there was the Russia 2014 Sochi cultural torture segment that also went on for far too long. Canadian comedians/actors doing standup = awkward. It just wasn’t the right venue for stand-up. And either the sound was off or Michael Buble can’t lip synch worth a damn. Then came the giant inflatable mounties, moose and BEAVER with stand-up cut-out hockey players. WTF?!? All of that may have congealed into something that made sense but then the importance of Jerry Seinfeld cut in before the ceremonies were done. Fuck you Jerry Seinfeld, you ruined the 2010 Winter Olympics for everyone. Great job, I’m sure your show is going to be a big hit.
Here’s me last month in Pennsylvania trying out for the snowboard cross finals: I went to see Shutter Island with TJ and Rob yesterday. It was a well-made movie, but kinda depressing.
* Any time a clown outshines other forms of entertainment it’s a bad sign.
A few weeks ago I heard a cardinal singing it’s spring song. They’re usually the first to announce the arrival of spring. Last week house finches arrived and I may have heard a red-winged blackbird too – but it could have been a starling doing a r-wbb impersonation. On Tuesday kildeer had arrived to roost on the roof of Cardozo High School in DC. So despite the ridiculous weather, some critters have announced that spring is really here. Aslan is on the move…
Testing…testing…woof woof woof. So I’ve been remiss on my woof coverage at the Vancouver Olympics, but here’s one hottie we won’t see: TJ Lanning.
Sadly he got in a terrible crash during training, dislocating his knee and fracturing his neck vertebrae, and was not able to join the U.S. team efforts in Vancouver. He’s the guy in the photo staring a cat down in this gallery of alpine hotties, and also shown here on the right with a fine ’stache.
But at least I caught the opening ceremony. Some people thought it was weird but I liked it, especially the whales projected on the floor. k.d. lang was magnetic, but you won’t find her cover of ‘Halelujah’ on the tracks available from the event on iTunes. But the ‘Sounds of Vancouver 2010: Opening Ceremony Commemorative Album‘ does include my favorite track from the ceremony, an ethereal reimagining of Joni Mitchell’s ‘Both Sides Now’ that is currently on heavy rotation on my iPod.
So what are your bets on the closing ceremony performances? I think Celine is a given, but I am hoping for a homage to Vancouver’s sci-fi contribution to the world. Would it be too much to ask if Starbuck showed up in a Viper ship, or the opening performers arrived through a Stargate?
While not exactly ‘woofy’, I thought Germany’s Daniel Wende was a handsome lad, shown here with his skate partner Maylin Hausch:
Scruff favorite Bode Miller apparently has not shaved since arriving in Vancouver, but I wasn’t able to find much close-up photographic proof of this progress.
Darth Jersey pointed out snowboarding’s Seth Wescott who gets the 2010 Gold Medal for Woof from me: In other beardy news, here’s a link to ‘The Sound and the Furry’ – a gallery of bearded rockers.
So I went up to NYC for Blowoff on Friday and had a good time. Beforehand I had dinner and drinks with Darth Jersey and his piece. Blowoff was fun and the crowd was enthusiastic, always moreso than the DC crowd which was why I like going up there. Thanks to Clickboo and Dr. Jeff gettin’ me in under the radar!
The next day my bear host slept all day but eventually they roused and we went to eat at Elmo, then out to Gym Bar for a bit.
NARWHAL SKELETON BREAK: Before I left on Sunday I stopped at the American Museum of Natural History and breezed through the awesome dinosaur exhibit there. Good times, but it almost made me late for my bus outta town. On my rush to the bus I crossed JP and Earl out on the street. In fact meeting them was one of three peeps I know that I randomly crossed while walking around town. I thought New York was a big city, or maybe I go there so much I’m starting to know people out and about.
I had a rough night last night: a weird dream tapered to reality with three rounds of semiautomatic fire outside my home “BRRRAP! BRRRRAP! BRRRAP!” It was some time before I fully woke up to realize it might have been real. It also might have been the barbecue ribs I had earlier that evening too – I’m still not sure. Then I awoke at 5am from a dream where I was the naturalist at a summer camp for Nav’i kids, teaching them of the importance of the newly germinated Tree of Life. Then the final dream was something about trains, cupboards and this one guy from my high school. He was hot but we were focused on a discussion about cupboards.
