January 3, 2007
Photo of the Day: January 3, 2007

Facial expressions are all the rage in Bsivad's photo of a man speaking to Mayor Fenty. On the Flickr comment stream, it's mentioned that the photo would be a good candidate for a comments contest. What do you think are the words being exchanged with such animation?





Looks like a modern staging of Henry V.
Will someone stop giving my schedule out to Marion Barry! He's following me everywhere I go.....
"I've got your blackberry right here, Mr Mayor."
Old Mayor to New Mayor: "I suggest drinking... heavily."
how about ... "would this pic be as funny if it were someone you cared about looking all crusty and cracked out?" take it from an a-hole: you're being an a-hole.
"I got these cheeseburgers, man."
No.. people that use crack are a-holes. People who laugh at Fenty's expression (and not the "man" himself) are just enjoying themselves.
hmm in hindsight i guess i could be letting my racist slip showing since i saw a black crack head and thought heck, all of them look marion barry....or does that make me a barryist?
Stop being so serious, people. You're giving me a headache.
"Beware the Ides of March!"
"I'm not sure we need to 'cull' Dan Snyder, but I'll take your opinion under consideration."
"Okay, will someone please tell Rees that this is going too way too far."
"I can tell yous a good man, so I'm gon give you a deal, you buy one girl 'an you get the second half off.
Yah, das right. theys twins. You like twins don you?"
Crackhead: “Can I get fiddy cent? Juh fiddy cent!”
Fenty: “Maybe I should rethink this whole populist leader thing. Gentrification would make this neighborhood smell...not like this loser.”
Strange Man: "Ooooohhhh... so shiny. Wanna touch..."
Fenty: (whispers under breath) "Security. Security. SECURITY!!!"
ibc - I think you mean Henry IV.
FALSTAFF
My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!
KING HENRY IV
I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers;
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
I have long dream'd of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old and so profane;
But, being awaked, I do despise my dream.
Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape
For thee thrice wider than for other men.
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest:
Presume not that I am the thing I was;
For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.
When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast,
The tutor and the feeder of my riots:
Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death,
As I have done the rest of my misleaders,
Not to come near our person by ten mile.
For competence of life I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to evil:
And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,
We will, according to your strengths and qualities,
Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my lord,
To see perform'd the tenor of our word. Set on.
Y'all missed it, and it is SO 2003, but I can't resist:
"my precious, gives it to me..."
Fenty discovers that even mayors have groupies. (:
Man: C'mon! Are you my wingman or not? She says no deal unless I can find a date for her sister.
Fenty: Hrm...
So far, Sweet's third suggestion is the best.
My efforts:
"Okay, so Ashton Kutcher jumps out in 3...2..."
"Now I know how Nixon felt when he met Elvis. No, wait, how Elvis felt when he met Nixon."
"Y'see, Mr. Mayor, with the proper hat, nobody will notice your bald spot."
"Note to self: keep firing communications directors until I find one who *doesn't* think I should star in a remake of 'Trading Places.'"
"This is the cane I'm gonna beat choo wif if you don't let me stay at cho place tonight. And this is where I'm gonna grab you if you don't give me a reeeaaal fancy job."
In reality, what we have here is a photo of Sinclair Skinner reminding Mayor Fenty that he was promised a cabinet position.
Are we sure that's a guy? I think it might be a woman telling Adrian how tasty he would be with just a little hot sauce.
"Bitch set me up."
Man: So, what'd you think of that Dorothy girl?
Fenty: The whole Judy Garland thing kinda turned me on. Does that make me some kind of fag?
Man: No, baby, you're money.
"Crabcakes and football! That's what Maryland DOES, Mayor!"
But the guy is a fashionista, which has to count for something. Heck, even the ballpoint pen stuck in his blousey thing (I hesitate to call it a shirt) matches the other swank shades of blue he's sporting....
I agree with Hillman... Dude is a fashionista! I bet he's even sportin' a pair of topsiders down there!
What's he saying, you ask? Well that's an easy one!
Crackhead Marion Barry Lookin' Fashionista: "You know Mr. Mayor, you'd look pimp with a cane like this one here..."
Man: Excuse me mr. luthor but the kryptonite you ordered is ready.
Mayor: I just crapped my pants.
Man: "You look nothing like Linda Cropp"
Fenty: "I wonder what she's doing right now..."
That's a man?
Marion Barry
I've got your clackberry right here, Mr Mayor.
Man: "First, in order to fix the schools we privatize them"
Mayor: Hmm...sounds good "Security!"
Seriously, that looks more like someone's grandmother than someone's grandfather.
Fenty was also chewing on his lip at the inauguration ceremony. Is it a nervous habit thing?
“Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”
Looks like an impromptu performance of "putting on the ritz" to me. Sorry. I suppose it is insensitive to people with gait-related maladies to assume that anyone with a cane is dancing and cruelly mocking those who truly need canes.
OK. But you need to hurry ... and you have to wear a condom.
Here is a tag for you:
Let me tell you a little story about acting. I was doing this Showtime movie, Hot Ice with Anne Archer, never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup... baby, I got a stew going.
monkeyerotica sez:
ibc - I think you mean Henry IV.
That's what I get for leaving the liberal arts for technology.
I like Just Sully's reference to Arrested Development. But if I had to pick a winner, I'd go with MYSELF. See: ..."this is the cane I'll beat you with..." above.
I think that the winner should get a gift certificate to some delicious restaurant. And by "delicious restaurant", I mean any delicious restaurant or the store Anthropologie.