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For the record, it’s officially spring – at least according to the birds. Yesterday when I left work I noticed flocks of purple grackles and American robins had returned. But it still feels like winter, that’s for sure. This weekend is the Great Backyard Bird Count sponsored by the Cornell Lab of Ornithology and the Audubon Society.
The other day I was chatting with a coworker about the Presidential race, and we had to speak in hushed tones or else one of the Obamites nearby might have overheard us. We both agreed that the pro-Obama supporters are getting a little too crazed and downright creepy when they speak about him. Not that I’m anti-Obama – I’d love to hear what he has to say, it’s just his worshippers who annoy me. They annoy me kind of like Mac users annoy me – all smug and smarty pants, showing a bit too much white in the eye and froth at the mouth when they speak about him. Their fanatic fervour makes me want to vote for Ralph Nader just to be a contrarian prick.
Some hash runner douche bag left a pile of powder on our garden wall this morning. Did it occur to you to ask first? For those of you who don’t know, a hash run is a retarded excuse to drink, popular in DC, where the participants run from spot to spot throughout a city and then drink afterwards. What is the fucking problem…why can’t they just drink alcohol without running like normal people? I don’t get it. Anyway, the retarded hash runners leave piles of flour or orange drink mix as checkpoints. I secretly hope our Q street gang gives them shit when they run down our block. Or maybe some shoes from The Shoe Tree will fall on their heads.
Another retarded thing in DC are those stupid House/Senate panel review committees, like the “Larry Craig is a Dirty Troll” committee and the “Steroids are Bad” committee. They seem to be a vehicle for our elected lawmakers to wag their fingers at people on issues that are moot or had already been ruled on months ago. This process makes the lawmaker look really virtuous. Meanwhile, they don’t get any work done on the issues that are actually important to us. Douche bags on stupid senate panel committees need to retire or get to work.
On that note, if a musclequeen or professional athlete wants to juice up, shrink their balls and get all puffy and carb-faced, it’s their decision, however tragic. While it sometimes can look hot, most of the time it ends up looking ridiculous in the end. After seeng extreme ‘roid use in the homo set last weekend in Fort Lauderdale, I have a greater appreciation for the natural body. Puffy is appropriate for my morning breakfast cereal or doughnuts, but not for biceps or a carby face.
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