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Massive Disappointment


OK, maybe not massive, but the Massive Attack concert last night at the 9:30 Club was a bit of a let down. Don’t get me wrong, I really do like the band, but after about 5 or 6 songs my friend and I decided to leave. Their performance seemed very monotone, and if it weren’t for the impressive light show that looked as if it had been engineered by Clark Griswald, you would have been left with some dudes (and a tiny soft voiced lady) jamming with very little chord progression and creativity. I guess they thought that having a lead vocalist in a sailor’s jacket with a British accent would make them more enticing – uh, I don’t think so. What made it even more of a let down was the $40 ticket price which is what I’d expect to pay for a big name band. If you compare this concert to the last one I saw there (Zero 7), it’s like comparing a 7 Eleven hot dog to a filet at The Palm….or something like that.

Oh well, you live, you learn.

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No Love for the Nationals?

Wow. So I post a “Get Free Nationals Tickets” caption contest yesteray and get not a single entry.

What gives DC? Was the contest too hard? Might you have difficulty laughing at me? My supermodels sure don’t.

It can’t be the mental challenge, this is a town of lawyers and government wonks. It must be a lack of love for the prize: four tickets to tonight’s Nationals vs. NY Mets 7pm game at RFK.

Does the next to last game of the season not call to you? Might the Section 445 and enjoying $6.50 Miller Lites be too overwhelming for you?

Step up, DC, the photo is just calling out for heckling…

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Why they keepin my man Teddy down?

Apparently the key to good turnout isn’t scoring or standing, it’s fleece. Over 27,000 in attendance tonight.

I, on the other hand, may just have to start boycotting games. Not one single win for Teddy Roosevelt? Aside from being a great President the man was probably the most athletic in life of the four contestants in every game’s “President’s Race.” ZERO?

Admittedly I’m a little pissy about this because the man was a great conservationist and the host of my favorite local park, but still…. Not one win? They’d better give him one by Sunday or I’m gonna be seriously cheesed.

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Wanna See Nationals vs. Mets for FREE?

I have four tickets to Saturday’s Nationals vs. NY Mets 7pm game at RFK and this is the next to last game of the season. The tickets are in Section 445 and you can be sitting in them tomorrow for free, enjoying $6.50 Miller Lites. How?

Submit the best caption for the photo below.

Your deadline is Saturday @ Noon and you’ll get points for originality and humor, even more if you can work in a recent Metroblogging DC post. Don’t forget to include an email in your comment submission so we can work out ticket logistics.

Now get your caption comments cap on!

- Insert Your Caption Here -

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Automated Glitches at Home Depot

This is the self-checkout line at the Rhode Island Avenue Home Depot.

It is either a crowning achievement of modern technology, another small step towards shopping automation, or a marker of the end of civilization in America.

As a technology achievement, its pretty cool. Each station processes your purchase pretty fast, and it takes cash as well as credit/debit, giving change when you’re done.

As automation, its trying to speed up the checkout scene but it wasn’t that fully automated. There still needed to be a sales clerk on hand to sort out its constant errors.

As the death of civilization, it removed one of the last “little connections” we make in a day – the small talk with the sales clerk that can make or break a buy.

In this case, I give the auto-teller a 5 out of 10. Cool, but way too glitchy to be really worth your time or effort.

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Freecycle DC Highlight: Boxster Child Seat

Freecycle is a movement across the country designed to make sure that nothing ever gets chucked into a landfill until it’s been on an email list for at least a few weeks, and DC has their very own yahoo group dedicated to such a concept. Today’s highlighted message comes to from someone who likely drives a better car than you, probably has a better job than you, and likely goes to sleep each night on a pile of money surrounded by beautiful women.

They still need a carseat for their Porsche.

WANTED: Boxster Car Seat

I would hope to not have to turn in my wheels with a little one! Does anyone have the Tequipment car seat which can be installed in the passenger seat of the Boxster? I realize it involves a trip to the dealer for proper installation and airbag deactivation, but hoped I might pick up one from someone whose little one has outgrown it. Can pick up anywhere, anytime. Thanks!

Good to know they’ll meet you anywhere.

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WMATA 30th Annual Bus Roadeo

What do you visualize when you read this Metro press release?

Metrobus “cowboys” are set to drive and brand their “steers” – in this case 40-foot long, 30,000-pound Metrobuses and various maintenance modules – to victory in the 30th Annual Bus Roadeo on Saturday, September 30, from 9 a.m. to 1:30 p.m.

Would it be individual bus operators and teams of bus mechanics competing to safely and quickly complete an obstacle course or troubleshoot maintenance problems? Or would it be the final scene from Dr. Stranglelove where the crazy Maj. T.J. ‘King’ Kong rodeo rides the bomb to oblivion?

Either way, I know you’re excited and can’t wait to bring the whole family for events and entertainment like music, catered food, visits from McGruff the Crime Dog, Max the Metro Mascot, the Metrobus Robot, a Custom Auto Show, and a safety-related competition sponsored by Metro’s Department of Safety and Risk Protection.

I may be a transit foamer, but even I have my limits.

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Triathlete Dating Lab Realities

I love the WashPost’s “Dating Lab” in the Sunday magazine. Every week they have some dating train wreck for us to gawk at.

Last week I noted they had a call out for crazed athletes like I:

LOOKING FOR SCHOLARLY TRIATHELETES — and other singles wishing to be set

While my supermodels would revolt if I applied, I tossed the suggestion to the DC Tri Club.

After questioning how the WashPost could misspell “triathlete” everyone warmed up to the challenge until Nicole broke down what it means to date a triathlete.

To quote a snippet of her enlightening post:

  • “I am an active person.” Really means: Aside from my 40 hour job, and the 8 mandatory hours of sleep a night. 10 hours a week are devoted to me during the off-season and 20 during race season leaving us 4 hours.

    2 of which are spent inhaling food and you not talking to me, so lets make the best of the 2 hours we will spend together on average each day. If you are a licensed message therapist or doctor this would make the most optimal use of our time together. Nutritionist is also acceptable, but I probably already know just as much as you.

  • “I enjoy sharing quiet moments together.” Really means: It’s taper time. Just back off because I am strategizing and in a pissy mood because I am worried about my “A” race and can’t workout.
  • “I enjoy relaxing soaks in the tub.” Really Means: I’m going to stop on the way home and buy two bags of ice, throw them in the tub with some water, and sit in this torture chamber for 30 minutes.

Now doesn’t that make the life of my supermodels sound all romantic and exciting? Yeah, that’s why I have so many who call me back after the first Saturday morning 8am Haines Point brick workout.

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Be a Part of History

While we’re all just a speck of sand in this thing we call the universe, and none of what we do really matters in the grand scheme of things, sometimes it’s worth noting and recording a little piece of history. Case in point, when Alfonso Soriano (aka “cry baby”) became only the fourth player in MLB history to hit 40 home runs and steal 40 bases, he etched his way into his own little piece of modern history. Some of you may have already forgotten this amazing feat, but thanks to Scott Ableman’s lens and quick-acting shutter finger, I never will.

I always thought it would be fun to be a sports photographer, or better yet, a presidential photographer, to record momorable moments such as this. I’ve taken quite a few photos of protests and rallies in the short time that I’ve lived in DC and I will always be able to look back at them and remember what it was like to be a part of something big.

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Calling the Mayor for Life

Last night, when re-telling the tale of the Metroblogging DC vs. DCist trivia fight, I asked the usual crowd-stumper: What is Mayor for Life, Marion S. Barry Jr.’s middle name?

As usual, no one knew it was “Shepilov “. Challenged by fools doubting me, I Googled “marion barry dc” and got this interesting result:

Phonebook results for marion barry dc
Marion Barry (202) 678-3682 2654 Douglas Pl SE, Washington, DC 20020 Map

Of couse the first thing I did was dial his number. Who better than Barry himself to check the anti-Shepilov crowd? Well, when he gets his phone turned back on.

“We’re sorry. The number you tried to dial is no longer in service. Please check your number and try again.”


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Robinson: So Long And Thanks For All The Fish

It’s official, Frank Robinson is in his last games as the Nationals’ Manager. Robinson, already a Hall of Famer, will end his tenure with the Nationals with a sub .500 record, surprising precisely no one. Sadly, the Nationals suck more than a Dyson vacuum cleaner, but I’m not sure it’s all Frank’s fault. He’s a character. He’s a muse. He’s brilliant and he’s daft.

What else can we say about Doddering Uncle Frank?

We laughed, he cried?

Sorry Frank, perhaps your next time won’t be addled by an insane GM high on endorphins after another beating from his girlfriend, or a crazy bunch of folks like Major League Baseball.

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Framing My Elephant

When I travel, I love to bring back fun knick knacks from around the world. Often, they are items that can fit in my carry on bag: cloth, cards, rolled posters.

This last trip to Sri Lanka, I brought back an elephant pillow cover. Not one to have throw pillows, I decided to frame it.

Now framing my elephant is such a tough task – to get it just right, with background colors and format, frames, glass. It can be overwhelming.

Luckily, I’ve found the right guy to help me in this challenge. Habib, owner of International Art Gallery & Custom Framing.

He knows his colors, he feels his paper backing, he sees the end result even before it’s finished. Habib is an expert.

He also has art for sale, good art, way out of my price range too. Still, if you need to frame your elephant, there is no better place to go.

International Art Gallery & Custom Framing
1625 K St NW, Washington, DC 20006
Phone: (202) 466-7979

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I’m posting about this secret

PostSecret, that is. If you’ve never seen what I’d describe as a collaborative art project, you owe it to yourself to have a look. Theoretically every submitted postcard represents a secret that is both truthful and has never been shared with anyone. I think that’s already that’s a high bar, but maybe I am abnormal – I have any number of things I don’t share with many people but I’m not sure I can think of any that I’ve kept from everyone, as the submission rules demand. So I sometimes wonder what percentage of the submissions are on the level – surely some people must be viewing this as a creative writing project for themselves rather than as a component of a projects for Frank Warren, wouldn’t you think?

If you’d like to see some of the cards – but surely not all 70,000 that have been submitted – there will be a PostSecret exhibition as part of GMU’s Fall for the Book Festival. The exhibition runs October 2 through October 5. During the run there will be a reception with an appearance by Mr Warren on October 3rd at 5pm and a presentation on the 6th at 6pm.

The exhibit will be at both Gallery 123 in Johnson Center, and Grand Tier 3 in the Center for the Arts. The reception will be in Gallery 123 and the presentation will be in the Concert Hall at the Center for the Arts.

Everything is on the George Mason Campus, 4400 University Drive, Fairfax VA 22033

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“I’m in out? Am I up down too?”

Back in May I snarked here about an ad for Mitchum’s deodorant which fell somewhere between homophobic and generic moronic. Some time later I was contacted by a writer for OUT magazine asking me a few questions about the ad, where I’d seen it and my reaction to it. Amusingly, he asked me if I’d seen it in any of the local gay bars and what message I thought it sent to gay men. I had to plead ignorance on an informed opinion on both counts, but I’m pleased that I got quoted anyway – it tickles me that I’ve apparently got more gay street cred than my actually homosexual sibling.

In case you wondered about the ad, by the way, the odds seem to be on moronic: the author of the OUT piece first noticed the ad himself in a men’s room that had only a single urinal, making the text nonsensical. And that men’s room? In a gay bar, making the text outright farcical.

Yeaahhhhh… if you’d ever wondered if advertising writers and advertising space buyers communicated with each other, this should pretty much clear that up. I wonder what went up in that NYC men’s room the following month? Maybe an ad for Summer’s Eve or spermicide.

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Gas Price Oddity


Originally uploaded by tbridge.

Yeah, prices are going down to sane levels again, as evidence by this Hess station, but what’s going on that it’s happening in such an odd fashion? Check out the Shirlington Shell by my house, which is $0.30 more per gallon for regular as of Monday afternoon, compared to this Tuesday afternoon capture of the Hess on Washington Boulevard. A few cents, yeah, I can let that slide, but $0.30 more per gallon? That’s like $5 more per tank for my Jetta.

How are gas prices in your neighborhood?

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Missing Something in NoVA?

Location: The elevator in Potomac at Riverhouse, Pentagon City

Notice anything odd about this elevator panel? Look closely…

Did you count the floors? You notice that its missing one (or two).

First there is no first floor, which is common, “Ground Floor” and “First Floor” are interchangeable. But that there isn’t a 13th floor, now that I think is odd.

Wouldn’t those on the 14th know they are really on the 13th? Aren’t we a little past that superstition by now? Do you know of any other buildings that do this?

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All Aboard the Ghost Train

OK, I know I recently wrote about how most attempts at photographing the Metro fall short of being interesting, but when I stumbled across this shot by Flickr user kerron7, I nearly ran for the hills. Maybe I should have waited until Halloween to post this, as I find this shot downright spooky. I almost expect to see the ghost of Abe Lincoln standing on the platform waiting for the next train to hell.

Now the execution of this isn’t overly difficult, given that you have a steady hand (or other sturdy device) for a long exposure such as this. Oh, and owning a copy of Photoshop is a must. But I want to compliment kerron7 on his eye for a good shot when he sees one, and for his post processing work. I think he did a great job converting the original shot into b&w as well as the contrast adjustment for added effect.

I think I’ll stay off of the Metro for a while.

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