
Comments time! Thanks for the good ones, and keep them coming. While you're at it, are you sick of your cute panda avatar? Why not change it?
Last week's comment of the week is IHateParis on getting a refund for long Metro delays:
I complained to Metro once when my train was offloaded at Arlington Cemetery (back a few months ago when there were all those rail fires) and we were all left to find our ways home from a station with no buses or taxis -- when they could have easily offloaded us at Rosslyn instead. They sent me a free ride ticket for my troubles. It's a little piece of paper -- not a farecard. To use it, you have to show it to the station manager when you enter, so he/she can open the gate for you. Then when you get to your destination, you have to get the station manager to let you out. So far I haven't found myself with an extra 10 minutes in the morning to deal with this "gift." Leave it to Metro to make a free ride much more complicated than it needs to be -- ever heard of a $1.35 farecard, Metro?
That sucks. After the jump, Star Wars, lead toys, and Temperance Hall, plus the awards for best commenter name and avatar.
Photo by easement
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Wizzyliz jokes about the fare hikes:
New slogan: Metro Opens Wallets
The rest of the discussion is interesting, too.
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Undecided still has a bone to pick with Joe "Time Out" Gibbs
If Joe Gibbs doesn't know you can't call back-to-back time outs to ice the kicker, does it suprise you that MPD or DPW don't know that sweeping season is over?
Completely non-related, but I'm still pissed.
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Monkeyrotica has some advice about embezzlers going to strip clubs:
Every embezzler in DCPS knows you're supposed to go to Joanna's Club for your stripper fix, not Camelot. The former is much more discrete with their paperwork and they don't play nearly as much Aerosmith. Also, when submitting your monthly expenditure forms for reimbursement, never write "titty bar" under Line-item C. The correct terminology is either "Junior Varsity athletics," "teen gymnastics" or "legal brief consulting." Finally, trying to write-off strip club tips on your taxes is in poor taste.
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The Temperance Hall sale post had a lot of comments.
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And ditto on the National Gallery expansion.
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GhettoBurbs isn't helping charity this year:
I'd like to donate to Toys for Tots, but I already gave away all my lead-painted Barbies to the food bank.
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voteprime asks some good questions about Le Loup
Their drummer is definitely the bee's knees (would it be just one bee's knees or is it several bees' knees?).
I was a bit thrown off by Simkoff's gyrations at first, but at least he was feeling it.
And the band has taken the album and kicked it up a few notches. I love the album, but the band just rocks it out live. Simkoff even shreds the banjo a bit. I'm excited to see what the group will come up with when they eventually head back into the studio.
And who doesn't love a hipster chick on guitar?
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Good stuff in the Rosslyn Metro entrance post.
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Is it "sike" or "psych"? I think both are fine.
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DCist Adam makes a good one about the gun buyback:
At Shiloh Baptist, your gun's your credit...
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guest121 jokes about Fox News regarding the attack on a gay man on the Metro:
I can see the commercial tonight...IF YOU'RE GAY AND YOU RIDE THE METRO, YOU WILL DIE!!!!...Hear the whole story on Fox News at 10
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Bob is strong:
Whenever I get a phone book that I obviously won't use, I just rip it in half to show my disgust with it.
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monkeyrotica goes off on a tangent about Mayor Fenty's b-day:
Poor Adrian. My 37th birthday sucked, too, but at least the strippers still had teeth.
That's the flipside of local politics in DC: an elected official can go from being the quisatz haderach to a Sith lord in a matter of days. DC wouldn't have this problem if the Council would only show some leadership and continue the low-income spice melange subsidies and home test kits for midichlorians; subsidies, I might add, that reached their highest levels under the Barry Administration. But I suppose the Council cut these programs for our own good. I can't imagine the problems associated with the Trade Federation meddling in local affairs, let alone having to deal with Third Stage Guild Navigators. You thought getting your car registered in DC is a hassle; try having one of those clowns fold space around your Mini. Then you'll really wish you went to the Georgetown DMV office.
and furthermore:
I was suprised by the statistic that 1-in-20 DC residents have the Jedi infection and don't even know it! Please, if you value your life and the lives of your loved ones, please have yourself tested. Remember: when you quote Star Wars you're quoting everyone else who's ever quoted Star Wars.
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The poster name of the week award goes to Stan Buzzman. It just sounds funny. He also gets the two-fer with his avatar from Arrested Development.
Runner up for avatar of the week goes to watchmen for the Andre the Giant avatar.



I can die a happy man. Finally, one of my gay jokes has been recognized.
yay :) runner-up is fine by me
thanks andrew wiseman . . . whoever you are . . . you're my hero
(and go colonials! i'm an '04)
you're welcome! too bad the GW men's team is crummy this season. the women, however!
GW women are hot. But snotty. Way hotter and snottier than when I was there.
Hatcheteers represent!
I meant the hoops team, but agreed on all counts.
Mmmmmm....hot snot.
oh dude, not all of us were snotty. i don't know what it's like now but some of us were just downright bitchy. ugly bitches too. we can't all be hot. let's get it accurate, okay?
(i meant hoops also, for the record)
and kudos on the hot snot man. yum
yeah, that's true. it did seem a bit cliquey at times though.
I do hope the women's team gets some more fans this year. They deserve it.
I yearn for the pre-Uggs, pre-Juicy, pre-cell phone era at GW. Back in the day, the hot-snots would simply babble on about the trials and tribulations of being so far away from the Jersey Turnpike and how their dad kept limiting their credit card usage. And don't get me started on the Internets. Back in my day, the Internet was all about a 36k modem and overnight downloading of porn. Now, the kids can download it instantaneously over wireless broadband. It's not fair, I tell you! It's just not fair!
I yearn for the pre-Uggs, pre-Juicy, pre-cell phone era at GW. Back in the day, the hot-snots would simply babble on about the trials and tribulations of being so far away from the Jersey Turnpike and how their dad kept limiting their credit card usage. And don't get me started on the Internets. Back in my day, the Internet was all about a 36k modem and overnight downloading of porn. Now, the kids can download it instantaneously over wireless broadband. It's not fair, I tell you! It's just not fair!
well, i'd say that what you're describing isn't the majority of gw, but i graduated a few years ago and was pretty disgusted by lots of folks (snobby chicks as well as the popped-coller idiots) who seemed to be ever-present.
too bad though. there were fun kids as well. you just had to seek us out (we hid in dark spaces listening to indie rock and emo while making fun of everyone). i hear it's gotten worse and even more cliqueish but i have no way of measuring what that means.
and way to support the women's team! they are awesome and deserve it!
Hey OldPosterKnownAsCranky, I must be older and crankier than you since I first accessed the internet over GW's ISN (no, techies, I did not leave out the D by accident, I left it out on purpose. Ahh those were the days... hacking the ISN network to play Doom 2 Deathmatches between dorm rooms... sigh...but I digress) connections at a blindingly fast 9600bps... back when my email address was username@gwis2.circ.gwu.edu.
Back then we used to call those girls the Cookies (as in cookie cutter). They all dressed the exact same way low-slung black stretchy pants and midriff tops and bitching that for how much their Daddy pays for this school they ought to have their own elevator in Thurston Hall.
Luxury. Try a 2400 baud modem on a NeXT Cube sometime. Modems the size of shoeboxes that screeched like they was bein electricuted in the toilet. And we used to walk 20 miles to school through 3 feet of snow, uphill, both ways, and WE WAS THANKFUL for them modems!
Ah, dormroom Doom competitions. Those were quite fun. One of my roomies loved playing those deathmatches late into the evening while knocking back a 6 pack of Zima.
And I remember the old gwis2 email address. And the old Pine email system. None of this fancy webmail crap.
Damn spoiled kids these days.
Justjack and Cranky, I'm older and crankier than thou, since I remember when my email address was @unix1.circ.gwu.edu, because gwis was a joke system and gwis2 hadn't been purchased yet.
And what's more, I was in graduate school even then. I got my first e-mail account back in 1983, when
Omigawd, Cminus! Did you have to use punch cards to type up your freshman year term papers, use a hand press to print it up and use a carrier pigeon to hand in your report???
Justjack and Cranky, I'm older and crankier than thou, since I had an account on the old unix1 machine, the predecessor to the predecessor of gwis2, back when I was in grad school.
My first e-mail account goes back to 1983, when me and my friend Kevin walked up to the Radiation Laboratory at Notre Dame and asked if we could get BITNET accounts on their machines, and they said, "Sure!" Because, you know, what harm could there be to letting a couple of twelve year old boys fiddle with the computers during low demand times?
Then the movie "WarGames" came out, and I didn't get another e-mail account for five years. Stupid frickin' Matthew Broderick.
oh come on! wargames is an awesome movie!!
Yeah, sorry about the one-and-a-half posting. I didn't notice that the punch card reader had jammed.
Did you have to use punch cards to type up your freshman year term papers, use a hand press to print it up and use a carrier pigeon to hand in your report???
Punch cards? Back then, I would have killed for punch cards! Nah, I used an old Colossus machine with a paper tape reader/writer, hand-hacked an electric eye circuit to convert the output tape to IBM 405 teletype code, and telexed my papers to the teacher.
A carrier pigeon, now, would have been silly.
hats off to you, Cminus and your wicked hawt hacker skillz.