So we meet again.... 

I fought the Spam and the Spam won!

Damn it!
Double damn it. Here I was so excited to see that I had a comment on my obsession, ahem, I mean devotion, hmmm, um strong affinity toward Law & Order and I get spammed!

Don't they know how I crave for a following? Don't they know it hard to try to write creative and thought-provoking things?

But that didn't happen, I know have the opportunity to work from home and make millions (insert evil laughter here).

Oh spam, why do you hurt me so?

Noth and the gang

Hey there...
I've been reading gawker today and I am kind of upset. I considered gawker a close and personal friend. They were there when I needed them the most, like through the breaking story of Kate Moss snorting some caine, or or or like umm you know, that time when umm it was fun and exciting to do blind items. But today they totally reverted back to their high school ways and put up this commenting thing. I was so excited, my short term goal in life, like when you are on an interview and the person says what will you have done in the next five years - I wanted to say I tipped Gawker, or my blog was quoted on Gawker or something like that. Well, that's not going to happen. Though I think I am fabulous, I dont really know any fabulous and therefore my chances of being passed an invite is never going to happen. I still feels the pains of peer pressure because I definitely experienced not having anyone to sit with during lunch, and now this. Oh cry...

So anyway, I got over it, well not really, but enough to read some of the crap the cool people are putting up, and its crap. But anyway, someone mentioned more pictures of chris noth and his fuzzy slippers. See now, I remember that and then I shed a tear because of how well Gawker covered the story and then I remember I wont be able to post a witty comment and then I cry again.
Back to the point, if there ever was one, hmmmm....Oh yes, I was looking through Google Images and found a great pic (stock photo though) of Chris and the gang from Law and Order. I mean, we can't go on forgetting good ol' Law and Order. Its not only reason for the name of the blog but also the show is like a reliable drink. Think Tangerray and Tonic. T&T, crush that lime and just drink it up. You will never do the drink wrong because you know what can happen, so you just rely on it and it relies on you, just like the show. You think that show is playing 22 of 24 hours a day on TNT for nothing?! No, its for junkies like myself but we contain the addiction in a well respected show. This isn't stupid Friends reruns for christ sake!

Jamming to the Java

Hey Everyone!
Hmm maybe everyone is an overstatement, my own family doesn't read this. But hello none the less.

This weekend we ventured to Jammin Java over in Vienna Virginia to see some live music.
http://www.jamminjava.com/
Its a pretty chill place. They have a very good website, I say this because I wanted to send a link to what we saw on Saturday but today its already updated. Well done little venue in no man's land.
The place is rectangular and the music/seats are in the back. But its kind of a cool spot. What I didn't like was that the noisy-ness of the cafe portion started to intrude on the live music portion of the place. Also noteworthy is the ease of getting in the place. No need to purchase tickets before, and actually they make it worth your while not too- they add a 3 buck charge per ticket if you order them in advance. Umm, ok, I'll buy at the door then!

They serve food and drinks, and of course coffee but we didn't do any of that...but it looked good. We got in and sat down for some live music and that's what they delivered. Good time by all. The two acts started rather early, opening at 7 and headliner at 7:45 - the show was over at 9. Tada!

If you are going there and then want a bite to eat a little down the road is Ama's, an Indian place, all vegetarian food. Its a good joint, family friendly, so watch out for little buggers running about. The foods good, but they are a little short on organization. This is basically one step up from cafeteria style food. But like I said its good. Indians go to this place to eat so you know you are in the right spot.

Changes

Sorry that this site continues to change its format. I get comments about do it this way or what about that way...and the bottom line is I have no idea about HTML code and I am a slave to the templates that blogger has so generously allowed the users to use. Allowed users to use, hello, get a thesaurus!

I must add that putting that DC rant on the blog made me feel much better especially because I feel like the DC craigslist is just not up to snuff on the rants and raves, and when things are good or very true or abso-fucking-lutely hysterical there's always that lingering been there, done that feeling to the post. I know people complain about the commute be it train or car, and that's cool. DC is messed up.
But let me bring you back to the subject at hand, the quality of DC's craigslist! Readers, how do you feel about the posting on the DC CL? Am I going crazy or is it really boring sometimes. There was this one day when someone posted this horrendous pic (but totally funny) of two young (white) boys, they must have been like 10 or 11, and they are all gangsta'd out and one is blowing out smoke and the other is throwing up a gang sign and the caption was - put a caption on this pic. And some of the ideas people came up with were like tony the tiger grrrr-eat! Other than that, there has been no pissing in my pants that's so funny stuff. I usually head over to the San Francisco List or NYC List.

The DC Metro

I know people have been getting fired for what they have been posting on blogs, and though I do consider that while I write this, I am still weighing the need for education, and I know I am someone who can help.

Let's begin-
Riding the metro is daunting not becuase it is a difficult system, and not because a lot of people ride (because you think orange line toward vienna is crowded - try the 7 local train into manhattan any day of the week!), nor is it because of anything else - its because people are just plain ol' vanilla DUMB.
Example, people have a hard time moving into the train. Ok, so you have a mental aversion to it. And maybe you are not tall enough to grab the top bar that goes down the center of the train. But how when your with, your-I'm-going-on-a-365-backpacking-tour backpack, your lap top bag, your bad for your shoes (because you dont know how to walk long distances in heels), and your purse take up space for about 3 grown people and then you strategically place yourself in the middle of EVERYTHING. Now, a sane person would put a bag between their legs, or pull something to the front to make up for the width of 20 sumo wrestlers because of all your crap, but no, you decide to stand in the middle of everything. Great job! You must have been a straight A student.
Next let's talk about how to hold onto a bar. This is another problem that plagues the DC metro system. Like I said before, the trains aren't that crowded, sorry to burst your very important personal bubble, but get a grip. So when you board the train and then you decide where you are going to stand do everybody a favor and don't support your entire being on that poll. What you do by strattling the poll is fuck up everyone else on the train. Four people can comfortably and without touching stand at the same poll. But by you taking up the poll to yourself, not only do you look like a jackass hugging a poll, but you also make life much more difficult for everyone else in any vincinity of your annoying ass. Now, if you are hugging the poll because you cannot read a book/paper/magazine, then you are a complete idiot. You have no right being on the train let alone the face of this earth. It also means that you have no concept of balance and that a newborn child who cannot even support the weight of its head has more balance than you. Listen carefully, hold it in one hand. When you need to turn the page, bring the hand that is holding reading material close the hand that's on the poll and then turn the page, return your hand with the reading material close to your face because only someone with crossed eyes like yourself cannot figure this out on your own.
And this brings me to finally, you the one who is way more important than any other person on the entire public transportation system. I understand because you are so important that when your personal driver doesn't show up for work...ie drive you to your palace, that's right because you're a princess, that can make anyone aggitated. But alas, deal with it. When I am getting on the train I am calculating space, number of people, the amount of stuff I am carrying and therefore decide where I am going to stand or sit. Now if you rush this sensitive calculation you are screwed because that means I am going to then add on a little something just for ya. Yes, that's right, where can I go to make you the most annoyed. So when you huff and puff about me taking too long to get on the train and then you see me staring at you and mouth Attitude Problem? or Go Fuck Yourself? or What the Fuck is your Problem? or What the Fuck? you now know its me. Also watch out you fuckers who wear flip flops because that's like honey to a bee. I will hone in on your unprotected feet with the force of Hurricane Katrina, and then go "heehee whoops" when I crush your pointer toe under my kitten heal. Yes, that's correct, I can wear heals on my commute!

So now I feel a little bit better, bringing knowledge to those who didn't have any. And I encourage you to incorporate these changes into your daily commuting life. Because I know I have. I have been cursed at and all the other things until the light was shown upon me from above and I realized that it was I who was stupid and ignorant and blind to the unspoken code of conduct. And rest assured that I will not cease to point out who is being an idiot and how they can fornicate with themselves until everyone knows how to ride the metro in peace.


Do you like the picture from Australia? It's very pretty -