Happy Halloween

♫ I'll tell you what's scary. My wasted life

Just say No to showing your drugs to a cop

Wha wha wha wmata?

Party as though you've discovered a continent my dollies

Climate change ain't so figuratively hot

When banks compete do I really win?

No.

Dear Lending Tree,

You should change your slogan to:

"when banks compete, the world may experience market failure."

From,
NPR listener unimpressed by your sponsorship
 

Yom Kippur Apology

My lovely friends Julia and Katy are putting on a benefit this Thursday night at the Rock & Roll Hotel to fill the coffers at Survivors and Advocates for Empowerment [SAFE], a terrific and local organization that offers round-the-clock support to victims of domestic violence. It’s going be a real neat show and they are offering us a terrific lineup this year. Let it be said however that Julia and Katy are not just party-throwers. These two sacrifice as many evenings and nights’ sleep to their life’s work as any emergency room doctor or director of IT. Found often on the phone and in police stations, they sort out the most unpleasant business of those circumstantially unable to sort it themselves.

Having such cool angel friends who think beyond their own party schedules sure makes me want to apologize for my existence. Or at least atone. Should I be ascribed in the book of life you will likely find me here again next year, repenting for another year lost on gazing at myself in the mirror. While more consideration is necessary on whether I suffer a hereditary flaw of self-absorption, that’s enough about me at this time.

Come show your support for a commendable cause, that needs more support than it is currently getting. Thursday night, Yom Kippur night. The RNR Hotel. (I apologize I won’t be able to make it to the simultaneous religious activities).

Yep, I've still got it. "It" being extremely good posture when I play Nintendo

I played NES Paperboy last night at Sarah and Dave's and I got through Monday-Friday without dying and only having a few houses cancel their subscription. Maybe I really could bike around DC's biker-friendly streets. I just need to be better at anticipating obstacles. They really aren't so daunting. Tornadoes and angry old women consistently cease their menacing operations after traveling 10 feet, break-dancing kids don't really move that much, and runaway tires make sharp right turns always in the middle of the sidewalk.