Friday, November 10, 2006

downtime

I have over 3000 songs on iTunes but really only listen to one playlist I made with about 500 songs on it. Isn't that ridiculous? So I'm sitting here listening to all those old songs that remind me of law school and Ohio and it's a little weird, but not in a bad way.

I had lunch with Quinn this afternoon, since he's a fed and had the day off. A nice late lunch with probably too much to drink, but it's a slow Friday. Now I'm just biding time until a party down the block starts up. David called this morning and said his roommate was good friends with The Changes, who are playing at DC9 tonight, and they were coming over for a small pre-party. He asked if I wanted to come by and, well, c'mon, look at these pretty fellas. Of course I'm coming.

So it's like that Friday night downtime, between work and party and you're not quite sure what to do with yourself. I just changed over to beta blogger and am not impressed so far. First of all, they don't tell you until after you've switched that you can no longer comment on non-beta blogs, so what, now I'm supposed to nag all my friends to switch over? Super lame, guys. Second, the log-in page is way fugly. Let's clean that up a little, shall we? Talk about busy. Anyway, I'm sure I can find something more productive with my Friday downtime than talking blogger beta, but it also seems that a lot of stuff going on right now is of the career/personal/relationship type stuff that doesn't belong on the blog, so oh well! Time to go get another beer.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

My Education Was a Total Friggin' Joke You Say? Noooo.....

Going round the nets this morning to all my fellow AU law alums: Our Ethics (ETHICS, people) professor was censured for what? Committing fraud. Fraud of the type we were tested on later that semester.

One of my friends just took the required D.C. Ethics class (the one I stumbled my way through last month hungover, naturally), and they brought this incident up as an example, wherein my friend raised her hand and asked, "Is it a problem that he's the one who taught me to be ethical?"

Update: Didn't mean to be cagey. All of this is publicly available on the D.C. Bar site (direct links give errors, though), by the way, lest anyone think I'm libeling. Apparently his client knowingly gave a worthless check at a closing, which my professor knew about but concealed. That's fraud, yo. You'll be tested later.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Oh man. Thank god.

I really thought they'd call the Webb/Allen race when I was in freaking India. CBS: I'm totally okay with you interrupting my television program to tell me that THE DEMS FINALLY TOOK BACK CONGRESS. Yes, I'm okay with that. Twelve long years people. I feel like I have to call everyone I know.

More good news? My new camera came today! It actually came yesterday, but they never leave packages on our doorstep, so I signed the slip and left a note to leave it with our neighbors, who are always, ahem, "home." Except we have some kind of MacGyver mailman, because Christopher said when he came home today he noticed our doormat wasn't there. Oh - wait, there it is, tucked over the railing...what? He picked it up and the box was underneath. I can totally see our mailman furtively hiding the package, eyes darting around to make sure no one was watching, and maybe plucking some ivy off the fence to camouflage it real good.

The camera's so pretty. And light! I'm going to have to go play around with it and get used to the new controls. I also bought a book on Travel Photography, just to brush up on some stuff and maybe flip through while I'm over there. Maybe I'll learn a thing or two.

What to be more excited about: my new camera or the impending restitution of our lost liberties?? Replevy the Constitution!

Well that went much better than last time...

And included free drinks, always a plus. A group of us headed down to Warehouse to see their new art show and hang out at their "election party," which we thought might be a change of pace. Um, no. There were lots of people mingling in the cafe, but there were no freaked out people camped wide-eyed in front of televisions. We asked the bartender what was up and she was like, "Election party? Oh, um, I think they're going to turn a tv on later..."

Right. We did finally see a tiny tv in a corner where no one could see it, but it wasn't even turned on, and it was 8:30pm. So we hightailed it out of there and went to Solly's, where at least we knew there'd be lots of tvs. Upstairs there were a couple of big groups occupying the tables, though we managed to squeeze ourselves around a small one until they left. The first group, I kid you not, had detailed, full-page score cards and were placing bets. I admit to wagering over a race before, but in the casual, "My guy is going to beat your crazy Republican" kind of way, not with a detailed analysis of polling data and vote-by-vote tracking. One of them even had a laptop. At a bar. (Though, Solly's does have wireless, but still.)

The other group were a bunch of blow-hards who I'm pretty sure were Republicans, except every once in awhile you'd hear one of them (always a different one) say, "Eh, I'm not that into politics." When some guy arrived he sat down, noticed the eight televisions tuned to CNN and said obliviously, "Oh, you guys are watching the election?" Wow, that's on tonight? Hot dog.

I admit to not following the races as closely as last time. On the other hand, I don't think I could ever follow races any closer than I did n 2004. I could have listed the names and current polling data for the 30 most contested races in the country. I was completely wrapped up in election fever, and was so heartbroken afterwards that I went into a news coma. I'm pretty sure I didn't even pick up a paper for months. No way could I go through that again, so aside from the local MD/VA races, I only had a cursory knowledge of what was going on across the country. I have to say, it was a little less exciting when a race was called and I didn't really know who the candidates were. I'll have to find some better middle ground next time.

However, thanks go out to whatever ANC commissioner won her race and came to Solly's to pay for a four-hour open bar. We all quickly switched from the $3 beers we were guzzling to the finest whiskey in the bar and Good Beer. For four hours. We even got food and the only thing we paid for all night was the bartender's tip.

So, compared to 2004, when a group of us all sat in a friend's apartment, letting our beers get warm as we stared in disbelief at the television, muttering "this is a bad dream," waking up the next morning with a feeling Paul aptly described as, "a knife in the heart," yeah, I'd say this was much better.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

This is why I got rid of my landline...

I just got my first robo-call, yeah, at 6:22pm. Somehow it went straight to voicemail, so I didn't know who it was at first. I checked immediately and while I was checking I got another one. Fuckers. I don't care if it is Bill Clinton, my cell phone is off-limits to you asses. I already voted anyway! Also, I have a 202 area code, why do they even care if I went to the polls at all? "Fenty must have a 99% landslide! 98% just isn't good enough!"

Typhoid Heather

I'm convinced that this persistent cough I've had for nearly two weeks now is the result of my Typhoid vaccine regimen. Unlike shots, it was a "live vaccine" I took in pill form. I had to take four, one every other day, on an empty stomach chased by a full glass of water. The point, it seems, was to force the pill down into my intestinal parts, rather than having it dissolve in my stomach where the acid would kill all the little buggers.

I have a weird thing when it comes to internal medical thingies. When I was younger, one of the many possible careers I cycled through was paramedic. Or maybe not as a career, but something I though about doing part-time or as a volunteer on the side. I did spend my year in Columbus as a Disaster Action Team Volunteer with the Red Cross. We were on call for 12-hour periods (mine were usually 6pm-6am, because I had a day job, of course), so we'd get a call in the middle of the night, drive down to the RCHQ and then drive over in a van to a house that'd just caught on fire. (DAT volunteers technically responded to any disaster, but floods, tornadoes, earthquakes, etc weren't exactly everyday occurrences; I never saw anything but fires, but I know a number of people who went to help Katrina victims later.) Anyway, I really enjoyed it, or found the work satisfying, which probably sounds better. Our job was to sort of counsel the victims immediately afterward, find them temporary housing and help them buy what they needed, depending on how much they'd just lost. To me, this was sort of a warm-up to being a paramedic (I also had vast amounts of first aid training), even though we didn't actually treat injuries. Blood has never bothered me, and I've never been the kind to freak out in an emergency, but more the "this seems serious but there will be plenty of time to worry and be anxious later, so just let me take care of it" kinda gal. A couple of incidents in college confirmed this, like the time my roommate passed out in the (shared floor) shower and I had to watch every single person in the area freak the fuck out. Anyway, I'm just saying, I think it's interesting work.

Oh, but! See, there was a reason I went on that little tangent. Also because I like to ramble, but still. All the blood or physical whatevers don't really get to me (unless you make me watch Saw or something, then we'll have a problem), but I do get the heevy-jeevys when we're talking about my own internal workings.

When I give blood, the needle doesn't bother me (though yeah, it does kinda hurt) and the big bag of blood doesn't bother me. However, I've nearly passed out a couple times because, as I sit there for ten or so minutes and notice the bag start to fill up...I start imagining that the blood tube is backing up because it no longer has anywhere to empty out, and so the blood must be backing up in the needle, and in my arm, and ohmygod my whole vascular system clogging up like the 405 at rush hour and SOMEBODY GET THIS THING OUT OF ME. Seriously.

So I had to take this Typhoid pill on an empty stomach, fill myself up with water, and then not eat for an hour. I swear I could feel the little "live" typhoid things crawling around my empty digestive track. It seriously freaked me out just a little. I mean, it was supposed to be doing something down there, right?? It also gave me headaches everyday, and now I've got this nasty cough that won't go away, so Christopher's taken to calling me Typhoid Heather. Please, let's all hope that sticks.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Challenge Accepted

Maisnon is teh hero, and I shall embrace this awesomeness.

Stop the recount please
Democracy subverted
Bush laughs in Gore's face

A check on Congress
Thank you, Marbury, thank you
Sorry 'bout your job

Schechter Poultry Corp.
Congress can't control it all
Including chickens


I could do this all day.

Did Anyone Else Notice:

In last week's episode of Bones, Booth says over the phone to someone that the hotel where the pagent was being held was called "Hyperion"? Hmm?

And pray I will

This weekend I:

  • Suffered through the nausea-inducing, topsy-turvy lanes of Ikea. Again.
  • Remembered why I hate driving in this city, particularly in a giant SUV that doesn't actually fit down half the roads around here.
  • Assembled the following: two beds, a wardrobe, a dining table, six chairs, and a coffee table.
  • Acquired bruised fingers and knees and numerous cuts assembling said furniture. Also, hit a new uttered-swear-words-in-one-day high. Although, David might have beat me on that one.
  • Showed off my new house to a bunch of my friends, who all seem to adore it as much as I do.
  • Drank a lot of beer and ate a lot of takeout.
  • Met my subletter's adorable and enormous German Shepard, who is twelve years old and has bad arthritis, and watched with pain as he tripped over his dog food bag and hit the ground hard as his other paws all slipped on the hardwood. Oof.
  • Remembered what awesome friends I have, many of whom gave up their Saturday to help shop, move, and build furniture with me for nothing more than a few cans of Yuengling and my gratitude. And the long list of others who've offered to help me do the rest of the move later this month.

    Although I was tired as hell by the end of Saturday, it was nice to see the house starting to come together. The dining table I got is awesome, and has a leaf so it can seat about eight. Paul, Sylvie, the roommate and I had a late dinner there, and it was great finally having a space we can all sit and eat and chat. David helped me put my bedroom furniture together, and the queen is screaming out for me to sleep on...unfortunately, the subletter gets the honor of breaking it in.

    Quinn volunteered on Saturday morning to go to Ikea with us, probably not realizing what he was getting into. Or that after we stuffed the car with boxes, he'd have to ride all the way home with a girl he'd just met sitting on his lap. They're good friends now! As I usually do when Quinn meets a new friend of mine, I out him as a Republican first thing, lest that friend thinks Quinn and I are in any kind of agreement in policy discussions that inevitably arise. And this is what makes him an awesome ex-boyfriend, a straight-shooter as those righties like to say — because everytime I do this he laughs and says, "Tell the cab story."

    The cab story: Back when we were dating we were on our way home from dinner and, as usual, were arguing quite loudly about some new administration policy. (Usually this was done in bars, while we earned glares from other patrons as we'd yell at each other over Iraq policy...hmm...I'm trying to remember why we broke up...) His apartment was a few blocks closer, so he got out of the cab first. As soon as the door closed the cabbie turned to me and said, horrified, "What is wrong with him! He's crazy! Seriously, you should pray for him."

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