Sing for Obama!

Next Sunday, April 6, my friends' band Northeast Corridor is throwing the first-ever live-band karaoke Obama fundraiser. It should be highly awesome. All you have to do to participate in this historic event is RSVP here, then show up at Solly's U Street Tavern (1942 11th St NW) at 7:30 with $20 and a desire to sing Blondie (or some such like--their repertoire is quite impressive) in front of a live band, or to mock others who are doing so, if that's more your thing. See yous there.

Hillary Bristow

The first season of Alias was awesome. Jennifer Garner constantly went on dangerous spy missions while wearing preposterous outfits, and had touching emotional breakdowns in the presence of her hottie CIA handler, showing that living a double life was draining, but worth it because the fate of the world was at stake.

The early part of Hillary Clinton's campaign was also pretty great. Hillary constantly traveled while talking about about important policy issues, and once let her voice crack with emotion in front of some ladies from New Hampshire, showing that being a candidate was draining, but worth it because the fate of the world was at stake.

But now the Hillary campaign is on Season 5. The storylines that were compelling early on have been beaten to death to the point that they barely even make sense. Hillary landed in Bosnia with Sinbad while a big red ball designed by a 15th-century inventor threatened to explode in the air, ushering in Armageddon? Whatever. Hillary suspects that her opponent, who previously seemed like a good guy, has been replaced by an evil, bigoted clone? Snooooore.

Note to future TV shows/campaigns: get out while we still like you.

Final car haikus (sniff)

It's all over between me and the Geo. This bittersweet occasion calls for a buttload of haiku:

Good night, sweet Geo!
We've had good years together.
This one, not so much.

Your alternator
Died in '99, '06,
And again now. Christ.

Also, your muffler:
Always about to fall off.
What's that all about?

But I always liked
Your distinctive growl, and the
Two missing hubcaps.

Out there in the street
Without your tapes, maps, bike rack
You look so lonely.

I hope you don't mind
Being donated, not sold
Hope they don't melt you.

"Linked to Prostitution Ring"

Is being "linked" to a prostitution "ring" somehow less objectionable than just hiring a prostitute?  Perhaps it's the new "experimenting with drugs." 

In another random thought, PLEASE do not tell me how The Wire ended.  As with Harry Potter, here I am making an exception to my general spoiled-rotten policy and trying to maintain my blissful ignorance until I watch it my own self (which will not be for many months, probably, as we're still on Season 4.) 

Carolyn Hax loves me!

Today I am enjoying a little anonymous fame (Oxymoron? Shouldn't that word mean "stupid pimple products"?)

I am an avid reader of Carolyn Hax's advice columns and chats, and the other week I wrote in to the chat--not with my own problem, because, of course, I don't have any problems,* but with advice for somebody else--and today it got published in the PAPER! The original guy-with-the-problem was awkward and didn't know how to talk to women, and I wrote:

It might also be helpful to try not thinking of himself as part of a group of "awkward guys" who are trying to approach a separate, mysterious group called "women." If he can think of women as people who might also feel awkward, it might help him get over his problems in knowing how to talk to them.

Carolyn responded: "Well said, and I'll nudge it further along by taking a few words away -- if he can just think of women as people. Female friends, male friends, old friends, young friends -- diversity of people and purpose can really help in this case."

So, I'm too wordy but I have basically sound ideas. Niiiiiiiice. I will bask in this for hours.

*Or rather, my problem--"I work too much"--is boring. I was once more interesting--8 years ago, I wrote to Carolyn about how my crazy roommate had gotten another roommate to replace me, months before I was planning to move out, without asking me, and let this stranger sleep in my bed while I was gone, without asking me, and then after a few weeks had turned on the other girl and kicked her out, putting me in the middle since I had become friendly with the other girl. I believe Carolyn said "Your roommate is crazy, get out ASAP" which was very affirming. Looking back on this, I am happy to have my current boring problems.

Reminder: Prince Harry is mine

I totally called him back in October. Lord, I'm wise.