When the afternoon’s labor hangs about your neck like so many albatross carcasses, their limp beaks slicked with the sweat of eight hours’ worth of futility, when the sun hangs low in the air like a thug-strewn rock on its downward trajectory into the skull of an unsuspecting bicyclist, when the administrative assistant two cubes down sashays off to happy hour, leaving you sick with the thoughts that such a treasured sixty-minute span might ne’er come your way again, you can’t help but wonder as you stare into the hypnotic mock of your monitor: how are the “good people” supposed to stave off brain glaze in that last forty-five minutes of the workday?
This is Go Home Already. And we are here to help.
> > We’ll start by restricting our channelling of DeNeen Brown to a mere one paragraph of a possible three. The Washington Post: getting purplier by the day!
> > Aaron Sorkin (yes, Aaron Sorkin) will be taking a turn as a librettist. He’s been tapped to write the musical adaptation of the Flaming Lips’ classic Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots. Yes: Aaron Sorkin. You read that correctly. We have no idea how this affects the fate of Studio 60 On the Sunset Strip, but one thing is clear: Sorkin definitely has the greenlight to go back on the shrooms.
> > Sometimes, pandering backfires.
> > The performers scheduled to take the stage as a part of the VSA Arts Young Soloists Concert tonight had do much more than conquer an instrument and master a craft. They also had to overcome difficult physical disabilities as well. Happily, their passion and determination has led them to the Kennedy Center’s Terrace Theater stage tonight, and the only thing left to do is enjoy the music. $15. 7:30 p.m. Free shuttle service available from Foggy Bottom Station (Blue/Orange).
> > The Young America’s Foundation – which purports to teach both the philosophy of Reaganism and the maverick use of apostrophes – has brought ex-Senator George “The Only Brown-Skinned Thing I Love Is My Football” Allen on board as a “Reagan scholar,” which is presumably the honorific you receive after twenty years of pretending to be some sort of cowboy. [Wonkette]
[Photo, “Ball of Confusion“, snapped by Flickr user navonod.]
