Do you ever long to go to a place that you know no longer exists ( Read more... )

In Ocean City, MD, there's this little shop that sells the best little embroidered hippie beach dresses from India. There's only one problem with them: They're "one size fits all," where "all" apparently means me. My friends come in many wonderful shapes and sizes, so they should have dresses that do, too! So, I was delighted when one of my co- ( Read more... )

After a madcap "Takeover Tour," during which they shadowed the 311/Snoop Dogg tour, engaging in guerrilla opening performances at every location they could back a van up to, my bass instructor's band, Full Service, is on tour again, and they'll be playing at the Quarry House Tavern in Silver Spring on Thursday, October 9th, 2009. They put on a ( Read more... )

Don't forget the staw.
>I'll try not to.

Step out of the car.

Don't forget the straw.
> I have the straw.

Walk towards building.

Don't forget the straw.
> I still have the straw.

Enter the building.

Don't forget the straw.
> I still have the straw.

Enter the elevator.

Don't forget the straw.
> I still have the straw.

Go up.

Don't forget the straw.
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Jim White, my favorite alt-country nutbag -- purveyor of such songs as "Handcuffed to a Fence in Mississippi" and "If Jesus Drove a Motor Home" and occasional creepy ditties about broken people and curses will be playing at the Ram's Head Annapolis on 5/15.

Got a Corvair in my yard ( Read more... )

Christian Siriano, everyone's favorite spritely, bitchy Project Runway finalist with the flat ironed hair, used to work as a shampoo boy at the Bubbles at the Westfield in Annapolis, back when he was 13 (which would've been around the time Scotty was still there, for summer_queen and anyone else who used to see him).

It's not the 86-degree-weather with Christmas decorations that I find so very disorienting. After all, I've lived in the southern hemisphere. It's the 86-degree-weather combined with the getting-dark-at-6PM that really turns my brain to scrambled eggs. I want my daytime back!

I keep seeing articles about how childhood television viewing can exacerbate attention deficit problems, but I can't actually focus long enough to read any of them all the way through.

I made some women's bluejeans:


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By the way, I recommend "The Brave One." I saw it last night, and I'm glad I went to see it, instead of the new Resident Evil sequel.