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theshowthatneverends — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 22:32:37 +0000

My blog, maybe?

It’s here:

On air. Online. On demand. (www.girlofwords.com)

It’s your new home for random.

We now return to our regularly scheduled programming.

theshowthatneverends — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 19:50:55 +0000

Read about my blogging identity crisis here.

(And put it in your favorites — I’m hanging on to this site, but not for general, everyday use at this point.)

A perfect Friday

theshowthatneverends — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 00:39:12 +0000

Who says you can’t rock in PG?

Tonight, B and I will be in search of some sort of greasy food and cap that off with a night at College Park Lanes where our goal will be to a.) not get shot and b.) throw some rocks.

With the exception of getting poured on while walking to the Metro … today couldn’t have been better.

You … are my nemesis.

theshowthatneverends — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 17:35:49 +0000

I’ve always wanted a nemesis. One that makes my face flush with anger. One that can inspire a tapestry of language unsuitable for network television.

I found my nemesis when I moved to Washington.

You, Mr. Roller Bag on a packed Metro train during rush hour, are my nemesis.

Now, I know the old hats in the crowd who may stumble upon this blog will tell me that since Jesus (Allah, Buddha or any other politically correct deity that can be substituted here) invented the Metro, people have been dragging roller bags on the train.

If you’re dragging your suitcase to Reagan, you are not my nemesis.

If you’re dragging your Winnie The Pooh child-sized backpack to your job at Federal Triangle, you are.

If you’re dragging your Winnie The Pooh child-sized backpack to your job at Federal Triangle AND paying attention to the people around you, you are not my nemesis.

If you’re said dragger who’s hitting my shins, rolling over my feet, blocking my door at my stop and spreading out the width of the escalator at McPherson Square, you are.

I could be missing something, but how hard is it to carry it, really? If you’re someone with a backpack-sized roller bag (especially one that appears to be only half full), what the hell? You can’t strap that on like the rest of us?