Friday, June 30, 2006

code name: Black Frog

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME:
(middle name and current street name)
Colleen Vermont

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME:
(first name and pets name)
e Giaccometti

3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME:
(first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your last)
eMY

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME:
(favorite color, favorite animal)
Black Frog

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME:
(middle name, city where you were born)
Colleen Silver Spring

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME:
(first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name)
Myeley

7. JEDI NAME:
(middle name spelled backwards)
Neelloc

8. PORN STAR NAME:
(first pet, street you grew up on)
Muffin Cedar

9. SUPERHERO NAME:> > ("The", your favorite color, the automobile your dad has)
The Black Windstar

Friday, June 16, 2006

Scenester crap that I hate

So, the other day the fella and I went over to Polly's, one of our very favorite little spots to grab a bite, a drinkie, and a giggle with Cici, pub owner and friend extraordinaire, and we noticed something odd.

Exorbitant numbers of scenester-type people drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon in a can.

Did you hear me?
PABST. BLUE RIBBON.

IN.
A.
CAN.

Dudes, I don't get it. That beer sucks - who friggin' cares if it's $1 - what in the name of all that is holy is the appeal, I ask you????? As Andy said to me as we sat there drinking our "big kid" drinks, "why is PBR in a can like sex in a canoe?" I said, "dunno". He said, "Cause both are f*cking close to water." Beautiful.

I remember, when I was 10, taking a sip of my dad's beer in a can thinking it was ginger ale and practically hurling for the rest of the day from that watery, metallic flavor.

Please, if you know wtf is up with that, would you tell me??? My guess is that it has something to do with being cool by slumming it. WhatEVER is all I have to say about THAT. I refuse to think that one looks cool simply because they choke down a low-rent beverage that I wouldn't give to a dog for fun. (disclaimer - hate them though I do, I would never intoxicate a dog; it would give them the perfect cover for the poo eating...)

OH, and another thing that irritates the living sheeite out of me is the whole geek chic thing (seems to go hand in hand with the PBR consumption, btw...). I get it, you're nerdy AND sexy. Right on, Screetch - rock that look. But your rainbow knee socks with denim wrap-around skirt and old-school addidas are definitely not sexy. I don't care if you are wearing some cool tiger-striped, off-the-shoulder shirt. You still look like an idiot. And boys - PLEASE turn your collar down and step slowly away from the aviator glasses. I didn't like the way you looked in 1984, and I really don't like it now that I know better. Oh, and btw, we who were alive at that time did NOT wear cargo pants, flip flops or backward baseball caps with that outfit, k?

If you're going to snag a look from the 80s, why not go for the punk side of the new wave look - maybe a little Duckie from Pretty In Pink, or any of the 'wavers from the club scenes of any John Hughes movies. That is definitely more my speed (baggy pants with creepers, suspenders and a vest; fedora or beret all tilted back on your noggin...yummy) - although I did see an old Sisters of Mercy video and practically did a spittake when I saw how gigantic Andrew Eldritch's sunglasses were (all the better to see your freakishly teased out hair, my dear...)

The point is, I get that it's trendy. I get that Mary Kate is doing it or whatever. I get that you think it's campy - and truth be told, I could care less what you wear. I'm just saying that maybe you should drink good beer while you're doing it. Now that they're about to ban smoking in DC, you should definitely be able to afford it.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Food of the beast

Had a good day of the devil yesterday, complete with ritual sacrifice. Good times.

Worked during the day (snore), then Andy and I went to dinner at Bardeo with our uber pallies Matt and Jenn. It was fun, fun, fun. I had grilled scallops and grilled shrimp, which were both muy tasty. Got to (finally) give them their wedding gift - an album with bunches of photos from their wedding last rOcktober. It was cool. They dug.

While at said dinner, I was "spotted" on the way to the bathroom, which is always a bit odd... the person was super nice, and not weird, it just sent me off kilter a bit, cause it happened out of the blue. This has happened to me a few times in all different places - public restrooms, clubs, on the street, in the grocery - usually it's one of those instances where I'm carrying around cellulite cream or something equally embarassing (or I just don't have any makeup on and look like hell...) and someone taps me on the shoulder, with that wide-eyed, expectant look that seems to go hand-in-hand with encounters of that nature. Usually peeps are super nice, don't get me wrong - I'm definitely the awkward spaz in these situations. I try not to let my social phobias leak through - for example, the uncontrollable urge to run screaming from the person because I feel like a gigantic idiot... Ah, well, that's the nature of my baggage... what can you do? I just nod, smile and try to be gracious - cause that is truly how I feel about it, at the end of the day.