16
Feb
09

overheard in d.c.: ‘well, whatever’

Overheard this morning in line at CVS, 15th and K:

Girl (to disinterested boyfriend): Look at this Cosmo. Look at Demi Moore. She’s gross. She looks younger than I do and she’s like 50. Isn’t that disgusting?jennifer-connelly

Boyfriend: That’s Jennifer Connelly.

Girl: No, it’s not.

Boyfriend: It says it right there — Jennifer Connelly.

Girl. Well, whatever. Demi Moore is still gross. *giggle* What would you do without me?

Boyfriend (under his breath as she walks down the aisle to check something else out): Where do I start?

16
Feb
09

a couple of quick pics

So, after a restful weekend, we dive headlong back  into the world of blogging on a federal holiday. Happy Presidents Day, yo. May you reflect on your favorite today.

My favorite president is Andrew Jackson. I like Andrew Jackson because he said, “Hey, so, I got inaugurated today and I’m having a party, so you can come if you want.” And they came. And they trashed the White House. A great example of “a good idea at the time.”

Anyway, on with the picture show!

happyhourgift

This is a gift from the Type Writer, a great friend of mine from Florida. He got this as a decoration for our studios. This was inspirational. This will motivate me, I hope, to dig in and find the love I had for doing shows and get cranking again.

And now, today’s mail call:

combtastic

It says I can create fabulous hairstyles instantly. I’d like to start the Vegas pool on how long it takes tonight before I get one of these stuck in my hair and I have to have Brandon cut it out with scissors. Takers? Anyone?

10
Feb
09

ah, almost. again.

marioncrack

For those of you playing along at home, that picture above is a still from surveillance footage of then-Washington, D.C., mayor Marion Barry smoking crack. This little mishap is also responsible for the single most memorable quote of his political career: “Bitch set me up.”

So, you could imagine my joy when I learned that I could be that bitch, but it would have been, “bitch posted up.”

A couple of weeks ago, one of my co-workers asked me if I wanted to play in a charity basketball game that would be D.C. media types against the city council. I jumped at this chance. Why? Because despite his shady previous dealings, Marion Barry’s still a D.C. city councilman for the Eighth Ward. This … was my chance. This was MY chance to stuff a living legend as he went to the hoop. Nevermind I’m probably a few inches taller than he is. Never mind that he’s got, oh, almost 40 years on me. This was my time in the spotlight. A story to tell my kids.

“Yeah, back in 2009, Marion Barry cut left toward the basket and your Mom here threw up an arm and blocked his shot.”

Oh, but no. No, Jacque. Your chance to stuff Marion Barry is gone, relegating you to another event in your life that’s marked with the word, “almost.”

Feds want Marion Barry jailed

GAH!! Not paying taxes? Really? You forgot. That’s cool. I did once, too. Oh, wait. You forgot eight times? Woof. Yeah, that’s not going to be easy to get out of quickly. You’re probably hosed. This time, the 1040 set you up. Bad.

I’ll keep you posted in case someone springs him from the pokey and the dream comes back to life. But for now, I just have to stare up at the ceiling and think about the almost.

09
Feb
09

part of a nutritious lunch

hohos

What the crap, Jacque? Really? HoHos? There’s a Subway literally 30 feet out your front door, yet you wander to your office vending machine and plunk out 70 cents for partially hydrogenated oil? Mmm. Trans fat. I really am throwing all caution to the wind in the face of turning 30! Tomorrow: An entire pound of bacon.

09
Feb
09

i love you, New York Post

ahole

Seriously … could that be any better? I’m not sure it could.

08
Feb
09

how quickly we sell out

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“It would be better if they had free hot dogs. That would be worth lying and saying you’re media.¬† I would cover any event with free hot dogs.”
– Me, to a friend about the thought of gonzo journalists showing up to the Washington Auto Show

08
Feb
09

for those who didn’t see this on facebook

allaboutme

If you have Facebook, click on that little thingy to the right and add me. If you don’t have Facebook, that’s OK. I don’t judge you.

Here’s my “25 Random Things About Me” thing that I got all caught up in when it was spreading like an unfortunate sexually transmitted disease.

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1. I have the worst short term memory in the world. I’m not even kidding. I can lose keys as soon as I put them down, ask a question twice in a row and … wait … what am I doing again?

2. I’m almost never NOT cold. At my old job at West Virginia Media, I ran a space heater under my desk all day (even in the summer), much to the chagrin of both I.T. and the engineering staff. We’re not allowed to have them in my new office building, but I wear on my lap a blanket that a former employee left behind. When she comes back for the blanket, I’ll be sad.

3. I am legitimately, actually afraid of old people. Seriously. Not people in their 60s and 70s, but very, very elderly people. I think it came from the time I visited my great-grandmother in the nursing home in St. Clairsville, Ohio, and wandered off. I got latched on to by a woman with dementia who thought I was her child. I was 8 or 9 and it scared the living hell out of me. I’ve not recovered.

4. I always knew I’d end up in the field I’m in, in some fashion. Although I sort of flirted with the idea of being a lawyer, I wanted to be a lawyer that worked for newspapers defending them against lawsuits.

5. When I was a child, the greatest gift I ever remember getting was the typewriter I got for Christmas. This blue typewriter. I would interview my stuffed animals and write about what they had to say and type enough copies to hand out to my mother and father. I was a weird kid.

6. In terms of my life, I’m positive that something got mixed up in “cosmic shipping and receiving” and I should have been born in 1969. I can’t tell you anything at all about what people would find “cool” today (I read a lot for entertainment stuff for my job, so I can tell you what “they” find cool) but if you want to know how people rocked it in 1987, I’m your girl.

7. I’m generous to a fault. This is my one of my best qualities and worst flaws.

8. The best lesson I can say I’ve learned from my parents is to treat everybody — no matter who they are — well. My mother and father treated everybody they ever came across with kindness and respect, and except for the random tourist, I’d say I live up to that pretty well. ;)

9. I let my sister labor under the delusion for 23 years that she was an accident. It started out like a funny prank, but apparently, she took it seriously.

10. I’ve already named my autobiography. I’m not important enough to have one, but when I do write it, it’s going to be called “A Good Idea at The Time” because that sums up my entire life in six words.

11. I’m a really bad procrastinator. I’ll actually rationalize some of it with “Well, I’ll do that in case I want something easy to do later.” I seem to procrastinate more on tasks that bore me, like laundry.

12. I quit my high school basketball team to clear the way for my sister. The coach didn’t want us playing together and in a thinly veiled way said he’d hold her back from the varsity team. I realized I didn’t care about basketball that much. My sister ended up going to college on a full scholarship for it. These things tend to work out as they should.

13. I have two cats — Inky and Walter. Inky was an abandoned black cat living outside the offices of the Clarksburg Exponent-Telegram when she jumped in my car in October 2008 (Hence the name “Inky”). Walter came from the Kanawha-Charleston Animal Shelter and he was days away from being put down. Walter is named after Walter Sobchak, John Goodman’s character in “The Big Lebowski.”

14. Even when I send a text message or an IM, I use proper spelling, grammar and punctuation. It’s a habit of my trade, I guess. If I’ve stopped using capital letters, my day’s really gone bad.

15. I love the TV show “Cheaters.” I know. I know. There’s something really funny to me about a giant white van rolling up and Joey Greco telling you that people who can’t sleep and watch UPN will see that you’re … a cheater.

16. I can’t get out of bed in the morning unless I hit the snooze button at least three or four times. I realize that has to be terribly annoying.

17. I can’t believe that it took me until 17 to get to this, but I’ve been to Groundhog Day in Punxsutawney, Pa., five times. I’m really bummed out that I won’t make it this year. It’s nothing like the movie. Seriously.

18. Though I complain, I secretly love every minute of riding the Metro. In just about eight months of riding it, I’ve seen such a slice of life that a lot of people never get to see. It’s also provided me with countless stories and photos.

19. I’m the most patient and least patient person in the world. It’s a hellish paradox.

20. I’ve done, in some fashion, for a few years, an Internet radio show. It’s gone through several, several incarnations but managed to hang together. It’ll be back after the Super Bowl. If I could have three hours a day on the air somewhere doing something I love as much as radio, I’d be over the moon.

21. Some of the most interesting people in my life today are people I never knew before this year or I knew them, but thought differently of them and finally got past that barrier to actually get to know them. I’m thankful.

22. I’m a fan of the New York Islanders. This happened because of a friend of mine in college who got me started on hockey and he was an Islanders fan. It stuck. I’m glad it did. Nobody’s an Islanders fan. It’s unique.

23. The scariest day of my life, though I never showed it on the outside, was the day I found out my father had a massive brain hemorrhage and nobody knew what was going to happen. Watching his recovery during the past seven months has been so awesome.

24. I layer clothing every day and it’s almost always some form of gray, black or red. I try to branch out, but I can’t. It’s painful. I love gray, black and red.

25. I really want to be a contestant on Jeopardy. I’d probably get killed in categories like “18th Century French Poetry,” but to have Alex Trebek say to me, “Ooooh. Sooorry, sorrry,” would make it worth it.




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