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December 11, 2005

I pity da foo' who don't tip me for a ride!

D.C. CabSome discussion last night at Blowoff of a D.C. Cab film festival to be held in the unforseen future. Critique of this 80's classic film and comparisons to actual service in D.C. to follow. Hurrrr - I pity da foo' who needs a ride to tha Hill, and I ain't gettin' in no plane, Hannibal!

I put up some Christmas lights and set up my ghetto tree only to find that it no longer lights up. I think it's one of those light systems where you have to check each and every bulb to see if it's burnt out. I have puppy and kitty sitting duty over the holidays now so the luminance is moot.

I have to mention one of my upstairs neighbors. His bedroom is right above mine. Since I moving in in May I've been working very hard on my astral projection technique to no avail. He's a cute Jewishy looking guy with a hot soccer bod, a fine looking schnoz, and has recently started up a beard for the winter. To make matters worse, while being a nosy Mrs. Kravitz when the mail comes in I see his letters consist of REI catalogs, Potomac Appalacian Trail Club flyers, and Defenders of Wildlife solicitations. He wears hiking boots and one of those butch oudoorsy jackets with wool collars. When I go upstairs to get my mail, we'll often chat and I have to fight back a swoon every time. Even worse, he dutifully practices with his electric guitar every day, and rather well at that. While normally noisy things at home would bother me, I just imagine he's rockin' the house for me, and it's music to my ears.

Thanks for the interest in the computer give-away. It was acquired last week by a Miss In Shaw, whom I hope is not blinded by any media I mistakenly left on the PC.

Posted by jimbo at December 11, 2005 12:25 PM


Okay Jimbo,

I will drive you to Home Depot in my gay, city SUV (aka Honda Element) to pick you up a nice little fresh, non-ghetto Christmas tree.

Of course, not sure how you feel about having what amounts to a dying plant in your apartment. I even shuddered once or twice as I had to refill the water resevoir. Poor thing is hanging on to life.

There is one other option though . . . the fiberoptice tree from teh dollar store. It's da bomb.

Posted by: Boo Augustus at December 11, 2005 1:47 PM

If only the upstairs neighbor played D & D.

Posted by: homer at December 12, 2005 7:55 AM

Thanks for the computer.

Posted by: Marie at December 12, 2005 8:46 AM

I wonder if he plays his guitar naked.

Posted by: Jeffrey at December 12, 2005 11:39 AM

Now wait - there was no mention of any "media" left on the computer...

Had I known!? :-P

Glad to hear someone likes big schnozs (schnozes?) - i've been trying to get rid of mine for years! thankfully the boo doesn't seem to mind! besides you know what they say... LOL

Posted by: TOS at December 12, 2005 7:54 PM