Why not 52-48?

I was reading this article from Thursday's Post on young conservatives, and a particular part stuck out at me. See if you have the same reaction:

Later, in a phone interview, Siggins says he struggles with some of his party's more culturally orthodox ideals. "Because I am in this generation and was raised in a pro-gay-marriage era, I am only a little bit against gay marriage, but only a little, like 53 percent to 47," he says. "I have about a dozen gay friends, 30 or 20, and they would all back me up. In college, I used to have lunch with them. . . . We went ice skating once."

A few things.

1) How can you be "only a little bit" against gay marriage? It's not like gun control or abortion, where you can say you're for it in this instance but not in that one. Either you think they should be allowed to get married or you don't. And what would 53% be, anyway? "Well, you can get married, but the reception is going to be cash bar. Open bar is for us straight folk. THEN NO ONE WILL WANT TO COME TO YOUR WEDDING ANYWAY, HAHAHAHA. My evil plan, let me show you it!"

2) I suddenly feel as though every friendship I've ever had with a gay person has been a sham. Why? Because we have never gone ice skating. Clearly, that is the pinnacle of gay-straight platonic relationships. Here I was, thinking that the nights singing along to Kelly Clarkson were enough. What must I do to reach that ice skating level, gay friends?!?

3) The gentleman quoted above is obviously the heterosexual most beloved by any gay person ever. Why, he claims to have a dozen gay friends! (Although I am wondering when a dozen became 20-30...was this covered on the same day we discussed straight/gay ice skating?) And they would all back him up! Remembering their days at the lunch table! Seriously, can you even remember who you used to eat lunch with at college? I don't think I even liked half the people. Dinner was MUCH more of a sign of friendship.

Huh?

Someone please correct me if I'm wrong, but did Clarence Thomas just PUSH PAST Ruth Bader Ginsburg?

Update:
The blogger at Macleans saw the same thing I did. (9:04)

Join early!

This season of Big Love has been so good it's making me reconsider the offer from the bartender at Hamilton's to call him so I can be his first wife. That's the one with all the power, people.

Big day!

My sisters turn 55 today! I'm off to Delaware to celebrate the halfway mark of their 10 year journey to 60.
In a few years, I'll be exactly half their age! Exciting!

AJ, Biff, and Punchy

A gchat conversation, in which we discuss baseball, presidents, and fruit drinks:


BFF’S BF: an oriole trounces the liberty bell
ugh but the nats are lame. i hate that. dc and its having to name teams
capitals, nationals is lame
ugh and the president races
teddy roosevelt 0 wins :-(
me: well...I don't want to admit how long it took me to realize the sixers are named for 1776
BFF’S BF: HA really?
me: yes
BFF’S BF: im surprised
and im not gonna lie
disappointed
me: ha
BFF’S BF: u let me down
ur better than that
me: i know!
but so is T Roosevelt
and look at him
they should introduce FDR. have him race around in a wheelchair
BFF’S BF: i blame the shape of his head
BFF’S BF: the rest are long
his is wide
wind resistance
or the asshole in the suit is slow as hell
i'll train and race
Win every time
me: i know he's flipping out about this
the man was not a loser
BFF’S BF: they should introduce
american lion. aka, Andrew Jackson
me: he'd just shoot everyone
BFF’S BF: i know
me: or order them sent on a march of death
BFF’S BF:the presidential trail of tears
me: when I was 6, we went to DC
I got presidential flashcards. AJ scared the HELL out of me
BFF’S BF: i like where this is going
me: my mom had to take him out of the deck
BFF’S BF: hahaha taft didn scare u
me: he was just fat. AJ was all scarred and stuff. crazy hair. just look at a $20
BFF’S BF: haha he does look like a war torn doc from back to the future
me: haha
yes
trying to find his delorean. that the cherokee stole
BFF’S BF: haha has to have a duel with biff
and then find love in the west. the 3rd one was such crap. doc had a girl. and a train. count me out on the fun
me: i like the second one
hoverboards!
BFF’S BF: haha yeah
i always liked biff's lacky
with the 3d glasses
american badass
poor grant
those commericals with the bill guys jackson, franklin and grant creep me out
franklin is the creepiest
me: i love ben franklin
BFF’S BF: no way
me: remember that office episode? he was such a whore
BFF’S BF: a wise whore
me: the best kind
BFF’S BF: whatev if u and i went back in time
i would be like wheres m slash
find u in franklins harem
me: damn straight!
philadelphia love
BFF’S BF: thats cool i would be hookin up with betsy ross. knit me a flag bitch!
me: haha what
BFF’S BF: HAHAHAHAHA
me: why is kool-aid man holding a pitcher of kool-aid? isn't that a little disturbing?
BFF’S BF: bc he cant serve himself. he's the boss no one drinks him
me: i think he's actually their god
BFF’S BF: haha
remember the clear kool aid man mugs
they were like early frost mugs
awesome
that and ecto kool. fond parts of my childhood
me: ecto cooler! yes
BFF’S BF: so good
my grandma always had it
i need to ask her why she doenst get juice boxes anymore
me: or some hawaiian punch
in the cans
BFF’S BF: oh man. how bout a nice hawaiian punch
SURE
then he would knock u out
BFF’S BF:yummmmmmm
me: 50% fruit juice!
BFF’S BF: The Hi-C products used to be the color implied by their flavor, but in 2002, Hi-C was re-introduced as a yellowish clear beverage that would not stain clothing. Thus, flavors like Shoutin' Orange Tangergreen lost their distinctive colors.
ugh kids today. no wonder they shoot up schools and are bratty bitches on sweet 16
always placated to. guess what- when i was a kid-spill ur juice box on ur shirt
f it. grass stains would soon join them. Mud, cuts, like when i would go down to the creek, and my mom would get pissed. “were u at the creek” wet shoes and mud everywhere. catching crawfish. awesome
me: "Ecto Cooler (renamed Shoutin' Orange Tangergreen in 2001, then later renamed Crazy Citrus Cooler in 2006, Finally discontinued in 2007)"
me: check out this amazingly scholarly look at "punchy"
me: “Understanding that his punch is central to his identity, we explored in depth how the punch connected with the audience and what it said to them. Our conclusion recognized Punchy’s punch as a metaphor for overwhelming refreshment rather than an act of physical violence, suggesting a number of acceptable ways to approach it without diluting its authenticity.”
me: i'm going to start punching people
and say it's a metaphor for overwhelming refreshment
for me
BFF’S BF: haha

21 days!

Well, I've found one must-see place for my return to Argentina! From Frommer's:

Best Restaurant for Kids: Garbis, Scalabrini Ortiz, at Cervio (tel. 11/4511-6600), is an Armenian restaurant chain, with what one British expat friend of mine loves to call a "jumpee castle" where she can bring her kids. The best one is in Palermo Soho, and adults can eat in peace while the kids entertain themselves on the indoor playground.

Seriously, if they had this in the US, I probably would have eaten some Armenian food besides pilaf as a child.

On an unrelated note, I've realized that Georgetown's collapse this season is not due to talent, coaching, or luck, but rather to my return to the University. You see, I was part of the lucky class of 2005, whose 4 year career at Gtown was sandwiched between two Sweet Sixteen appearances. What occurred in between? Well, my freshman year, the then-coach declined an invitation to the NIT. The next year, he accepted it, and they lost in the finals. My junior year saw the Hoyas make the impressive achievement of not making the Big East tournament. Nothing of interest happened my senior year, but there was no NCAA appearance.

Hoya Saxa, everyone!

Not so serious rant ahead

People, it's been quite a while since the Cupid Shuffle was released. Why, then, do you insist on doing whatever dance you feel like instead of the intended one? I witnessed this twice in the past week, first at kickball and then on Saturday. Listen to the lyrics; the instructions are right there!



And, ha!

Whew!

I am officially grad school-bound! I got an acceptance e-mail from Georgetown today! Their program was my first choice, so I'm feeling pretty good right now.

Yay!

Two Things

First, my friend the DJ had a good observation tonight, when he said that he never thought he'd see the day when the President had more rhythm than the people he DJ'd for. We had an especially good evening of songs tonight, with not one, not two, but THREE Michael Jackson hits, the Humpty Dance, and Ghostbusters. Enough to make Toast proclaim her love for him even though she was 150 miles away and has never heard him DJ.

Second, someone found my blog through a search for "A pozole is a traditional Mexican stew made of hominy, pork and chilies."

AND PEOPLE.

I disagree

I've been testing the limits of my work's site blocking software, and here's the message I got when trying to access failblog:

"The category 'Tasteless' is blocked."

Come on, now, I think that's a matter of debate, don't you?

Fight the Cabs!

My biggest pet peeve lately has been taxi drivers who keep their doors locked and force you to tell them your destination before letting you in. Of course, if they don't feel like taking you there (even if it's within DC), they just drive off. It's particularly bad on weekend evenings, and, after four of them pulled this stunt on me on Saturday, I double checked the DC Taxicab Commission's website to see if there isn't a law about this, and, sure enough, here's what I found:

Is there a circumstance when a driver can refuse to take on a passenger?

It is against the law to refuse a person based on race, disability or destination in the District of Columbia. A taxicab driver is required to drive a passenger to any destination in the District of Columbia. However, if the driver has been operating the taxicab for more than twelve (12) hours of any continuous twenty-four (24) hour period, or the vehicle is on-call or off-duty for mechanical or other reasons, then he/she may refuse to take on a passenger. (See rule 820). The driver, however, is required to display the “on-call” or “off-duty” or “out-of-service” signs indicating that the vehicle is out of service and must have the cruising light turned off indicating that the taxicab is not for hire. (See rule 605.6)

I copied down the tag number of one of the cabs, and filed a complaint. I don't expect them to actually do anything about it, but at least I feel better. The next time some driver gets offended that I want a ride from downtown to Van Ness, I'll be sure to do the same.

Bitchin

What did I do this weekend?

Well, I joined Toast, her parents, her boyfriend, and HIS parents at the first meeting of the four older people. Much fun was had by all, especially my aunt. I then slept on said boyfriend's couch, which was cool, cause there were cats there (not as awesome as my buddy, but pretty sweet nonetheless).

I'd like to forget the events of Saturday night, except to say that I hate DC cabs. And I love breakfast.

Sunday was spent outside on the Mall, in a fun kickball game, and then at a bar. It was at this point that my fortunes turned. I ate what I thought was an excellent sandwich, only to fall ill about five hours later. I'm not sure that's what it was, but since my body has associated this nausea with it, the mere thought of this food turns my stomach. Yay.

So I spent today sleeping and drinking Gatorade.

Not in use

I have been having issues with water lately. Namely, that there isn't enough of the kind I need when I need it.

My building has been running out of hot water in the mornings, so that when I get up there's nothing but ice cold H2O running through the pipes. I've adapted to this by showering at night, which makes my hair look bad, but is better than the alternative.

We've been told that this is going to take two weeks to fix. Yay!

This morning, the water was off in my office building. All 13 floors of it. Apparently, there was some issue with the cooling system, so they had to shut off the servers housed downstairs. Thank God they fixed that issue within an hour, or else they would have had to send us home! /sarcasm

Anyway, the water issue at work was particularly disturbing due to signs that have been posted over the fire alarms on my floor since Friday.



No sprinklers and no alarms! Fantastic!

Being Lazy

Yes, I'm straight-up copying this list from my facebook note:

That 25 things list everyone's been doing

1. I believe that no one else in the world has my full name.

2. I hate olives. They're the only food I will pick out of a dish.

3. I don't really like wine.

4. I hated cats until I got to know Mr. PooBaby J. Verest.

5. I never thought Futurama was funny.

6. I love birthdays. Yours and mine.

7. My favorite Sunday of the year is Selection Sunday.

8. I love karaoke

9. I want to go to every country in Latin America.

10. Even though Brazil scares the hell out of me.

11. More than Colombia

12. I love Snoopy. But Rerun is my favorite Peanuts character.

13. I don't believe in fabric softener.

14. The most depressing place I've ever been is Syracuse, NY.

15. I haven't had a soda since April, 2006

16. Unless you count soda mixed with liquor.

17. When I was ten, I had to stop my sister from inadvertently helping someone steal our father's car.

18. I have no patience.

19. I was a proud Republican until age 12.

20. My parents hated that.

21. My favorite movie is Mean Girls.

22. My favorite Saturday of the year is the first Saturday of Rehoboth week.

23. I love the ocean.

24. It is the only part of nature that I am on good terms with.

25. Like Toast, I love all things ridiculous.

Isn't pale the new tan?

One of the lawyers at work is headed to Miami in few weeks. He commented to his secretary, who sits next to me, that if he didn't get some sun soon he'd "be as pale as [M Slash]."

IT'S NOT MY FAULT I DIDN'T GET THE TANNING GENE! My father was German and Irish, and my mother's family tends to be of the paler Armenians. I got the gene that causes tens of new moles to spring up each summer. Oddly, though, I still have tan lines from last summer. I don't tan deeply, but it sticks around forever. Which, yes, means that I'm even paler than I appear.

Sigh.

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I played in my first poker tournament yesterday, and I'm pretty proud of how I did. Placed about 13/42, and then won all my money back in a cash game. My dreams of becoming my Aunt Zambo are getting closer to realization every day!

Happy Super Bowl, everyone! Think about the good things this site is trying to achieve when you're getting up for work tomorrow morning.