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Cycling

Jimmy — Thu, 04 Sep 2008 14:37:14 +0000

Last night while driving home after dark, I saw flashing lights alongside Georgia Avenue in Woodside. Initially I thought it was a bicyclist. A little closer and I could see that it was not moving like a bicyclist. Then I saw arms waving around. But it was moving; it wasn’t someone trying to flag anyone down in an emergency. As the person got into my headlights, I saw what it was: a unicyclist. I never thought someone would use a unicycle as an actual form of transportation except for this guy. I wish I had turned around and gotten his picture.

Bicycles are not allowed on the DC Metro during rush hour. Maybe the midnight Georgia Ave unicycler found a loophole?

Reunion

Jimmy — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 05:41:31 +0000

As long as bands have disbanded, they have been getting back together. Often, they break up at the height of their popularity. Fleetwood Mac broke the chain and got back together many times. The Smashing Pumpkins had steady releases throughout the nineties. Their last album, Machina II/The Friends & Enemies of Modern Music, was released in 2000 as an MP3 download on Napster, which at the time was still “evil.” The MP3 release was intended as an eff-you to their label, Virgin. They just wanted to get done quickly so they could break up. But seven years later, they regrouped. Many reunions work out spectacularly. Others fail. But they usually get back together because their old albums are still listened to; they still have a fan base. That is why the news shocked me:

That’s right, New Kids On the Block has returned for a reunion album and tour. They didn’t break up. People just stopped buying their albums. In 1990. Five 38-year-old men in a boy band? I need to see this.

For your viewing pleasure: You Got It

Montgomery County is out to get me

Jimmy — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 13:54:30 +0000

Often times on a good hangover, I enjoy going to Eggspectations for a bloody mary. Problem was, I realized that hangover “brunch” always shifted into hangover “afternoon meal”. Sometimes as late as 4pm. I couldn’t bear having a breakfast drink in the afternoon. Something seemed very wrong about it. Wrong like Sobe selling out to Pepsi or like Christina Aguilara singing in Spanish.

To remedy the situation, I demanded that Preston, David and I go to Eggspectations at 8am on Sunday. I was not a popular person. I was, however a persistent person. We arrived by 9, which is far better than I had expected. “One bloody mary, please.” But apparently, Montgomery County was one step ahead of me with a law that prevents people from being happy before 10. I don’t remember voting on this. I’m sure I didn’t.

We ate our food slowly, until ten o’clock.

Next step: tomato juice at Giant.

Yield to a stop?

Jimmy — Sat, 14 Jul 2007 22:22:13 +0000

What do you do when you come to a yield sign, but the other car has a stop sign? This is not a hypothetical question.Â It happened to me this afternoon.Â I’ve been through the intersection many times before, but I never thought about the problem because today is the first time there has ever been a car for me to yield to.

And the haircut is awesome, too

Jimmy — Fri, 02 Mar 2007 20:40:46 +0000

Wasabi Peas

Jimmy — Mon, 26 Feb 2007 15:32:44 +0000

I think I snacked on too many wasabi peas today. I started out with a burning tongue, but now I can’t taste the wasabi anymore and my tongue is feeling like I burnt it on hot coffee.

Britney Prophecy

Jimmy — Wed, 21 Feb 2007 06:39:37 +0000

Apparently my brother has started a trend. Well, hopefully one chemically imbalanced celebrity isn’t a trend.

Reminds me of a clip from the Family Guy movie, set in the future:

While we’re on the topic of this particular chemically imbalanced celebrity, a classic piece of YouTube footage for your eager consumption:

Columbia Roads

Jimmy — Mon, 12 Feb 2007 17:00:11 +0000

For anyone who has driven in Columbia Maryland before, you know exactly what I mean. There is never a road that goes directly from where you are to where you are going. Every route to your destination is indirect. It is also the only city I have ever driven in where you can be driving on Columbia Gateway Drive, and when you reach a “T” you have the option of turning right on Columbia Gateway Drive or turning left on Columbia Gateway Drive. Several streets are shaped like lassos. The city looks like spaghetti.

The Men Pen

Jimmy — Sun, 11 Feb 2007 16:04:39 +0000

So I don’t very much like to visit MySpace with my laptop when I’m in public. It may seem like a very strange statement, but it is true. You see, MySpace uses targeted advertising. They give different people different advertisements based on what you have set in your profile. While in theory it is good (I am unlikely to get advertisements for feminine products or Polydent), sometimes I feel that they are making too many assumptions.

Back to why I do not view MySpace in public: gay porn. Well, it’s not pornography per se, but I don’t feel comfortable with a stranger standing over my shoulder seeing what could easily be mistaken for something grossly inappropriate for a public place. Sure, there is uderwear coverage or strategic placement of arms and such, but why assume that because my “sexual orientation” field is set to “gay” that I am interested in dating/hookup/escort sites? Should they not also look at the field for relationship status? I’d much rather receive an advertisement for, oh, say a cookbook or a car. They do know that gay people drive cars, too, right?

Today I went to MySpace and saw and advertisement out of the corner of my eye for what I thought was lipstick. Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was for a cosmetic product called “The Men Pen“.

Yes, all gay men everywhere wear makeup and cruise for sex all the time.

Armi & Danny

Jimmy — Fri, 22 Sep 2006 13:52:48 +0000

Courtesy of Preston. And why are they in Ten Forward?

Celebrex = Mohawk

Jimmy — Mon, 31 Jul 2006 13:25:47 +0000

Yesterday when David and I were at the mall we found a 80-something year old man in shorts, his hair cut into a mohawk, and a metal arm band around his bicep. I wish it wouldn’t have been rude to snap a picture with my camera phone.