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how quickly we sell out


“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


there’s need to fear


Last night, I sat on my couch and watched Brandon in seven levels of hell as the No. 1 Tennessee Titans derailed and let the Cleveland Browns Baltimore Ravens take away their shot at an AFC championship.

Fortunately, I still have all of my teeth.

But then, Carolina went down like a sack of wet cement. And today? Wow. Sorry ’bout your luck, Giants fans. Geez.

And now, I’m stting here watching Pittsburgh mount a second-quarter comeback after being down 10-7 on San Diego.

It’s like life got inverted and any normal semblance of NFL playoffs went out the window. It’s almost like a real-life, NFL version of “Vote for the Worst.” It’s like we’re trying to get Sanjaya into the Super Bowl in a match for total dominance against Taylor Hicks.

Someone just needs to get me Chris Daughtry. Immediately.

(Note: It’s 14-10 Pittsburgh now. Much to my happiness. Much to Brandon’s dismay.)

So, I hadn’t really forgotten about the blog, but to say that I’ve been busy is a bit of an understatement. I spent the week before Christmas trying to compact about six days worth of work into two to meet the printing schedules of our other papers. I spent a great, great five days at home, and while I didn’t get the chance to see everybody I wanted to see, it was still nice to be in West Virginia and among people that truly make you feel like no matter where you roam, you have an anchor.

Once I got back from the Christmas visit, we jumped into our New Year’s printing schedule, and then before I knew it, it was almost time for the Obamathon. Wall-to-wall from Wednesday through the big day. I got home at 9 p.m. almost every night last week, and that’s after spending all day compiling things, looking for events, etc.

I have a weekly column now which rocks my face off. I’m so happy to have the chance to actually have a space, every week, for me to write. I’m a dork, but I get excited on Thursday mornings when I see people reading it on the train.

But it wasn’t until I got an e-mail from a good friend of mine last week (a good friend in spite of some pretty whacked out turbulence around the edges), asking me if the Girl of Words had run out of words.

I truly haven’t. I just haven’t had the time to actually stop what I was doing at work to spend 15 minutes or so updating. And I post links to Facebook sometimes whichs gets a discussion going, but it doesn’t replace this. It really doesn’t. I never think people care much about what I’m thinking until someone actually stops to ask.

So, there’s not going to be a show tonight. There’s not going to be a show until after the Super Bowl. In addition to being a little bit burned out, I realize that with the season premiere of “24” tonight and NFL playoffs, I can’t, and don’t really want to, compete. I want to enjoy “24” and the Super Bowl.

So, I’m thinking we’ll be back Feb. 8, which is three days before I turn 30. Woof. Three days before I turn 30. Man.

And maybe I should, at any rate, make time to blog more because it’s great, cheap therapy. I’ve also seen some things floating around town in the last couple of weeks that truly would have made great entries.

But I hope all of you that are still checking in are doing well … I do read your blogs, I think about you often. You’re alright in my book. 🙂


a small break


I thought I’d take a minute to throw a post on my sad, abandoned blog before I finished the second half of my day before starting on the first half of tomorrow and trying to get next week done early … Yes. All of that.

I’ve been so busy lately. I felt a little overwhelmed with it yesterday and this morning, in an e-mail to a friend, I said I was worried I was reaching the early stages of burnout. I just have to forge ahead. I’ll be up for air sometime after the Inauguration.

I’m busting my ass now so I can spend a few days at home with the family. I’m so happy to be going home for a few days. I need the break. I need the time out from DC. I love it here. I really, really love it here. But I think everybody needs an escape.

But for this afternoon, I’ve got two full seasons of “Kitchen Nightmares” on Fancast. Something about Gordon Ramsay dropping the F-bomb (bleeped out, of course) is soothing to me. I finished my column, so now it’s just editing. And lunch. I could really use some lunch.

Sadly, it seems I’ve got more time to post a link on Facebook than I do blog these days. I hope I can fix that soon, because I’d miss this. And Facebook just isn’t a suitable replacement.

But, what’s on your Christmas list this year? I’m delaying the end of my shopping (I’m even trying to go to the inaugural EagleBank Bowl to accomplish this!!) so I’m open to ideas. 🙂


in a nutshell

I would try to blog about what happened to me at work yesterday, but I don’t even think the written word could do it justice. I also don’t want the person involved to stumble upon it (I have a feeling he’s a vengeful, Googley-type) and find some reason to drag me through any more. But let’s just say that my skills as a “people manager” were tested beyond all conceivable limits. I’ve never, in my 10 years in this business, experienced anything like yesterday. I’ve also never, in my 10 years in this business, had a grown man scream like a little girl to keep his freelance job after committing one of the most egregious ethical violations I’d ever heard.

But by the time I left yesterday (now extremely behind thanks to losing an ENTIRE day dealing with this nuclear fallout) I was spent. Just sort of spaced out. I couldn’t even read on the train on the way home. I didn’t have the energy. For some reason, between Columbia Heights and Georgia Avenue-Petworth, I had a vivid flash of Lloyd Bridges saying, “Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.”

This was definitely the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.


did someone ask for a camel?

I am pretty sure that in the stuffed alligator discussion, someone said they wished I’d been mailed a stuffed camel.

Well, wish no more.

The camel joins the as-yet-to-be-named alligator on the desk, but try as I may, I can’t remember who wanted a stuffed camel. If it’s you, lemme know. 🙂


i can’t give it away

I have seriously tried to give this to everybody in this room, and nobody wants it.

Never in my life have I ever been around a journalist who refuses free liquor. Now, more than 20 have refused “Domaine de Canton,” which is labeled as “French ginger liqueur.”

It even came with a recipe book. But once the bottle was cracked and people actually sniffed, it was over.

So now, it just sits on my desk in its pretty bottle. Good marketing, you know? It’s very pretty. And I’ll even admit that some of the recipes in the accompanying book don’t look bad at all. I’d be willing to cook with it, but I do feel pretty confident that ANYTHING you mixed this with would be immediately overpowered by ginger.

But if ginger’s your thing, party on. I got a whole bottle with your name on it.


monday photo essay: mail call

One of the best parts of my job is the mail. I know. The mail sounds lame, but when you get packages almost every day, it makes it even better. Sort of worth it for the persistent phone calls from various agencies and marketing people.

Here’s my Monday, thus far, in pictures.

Hey!! The mail’s here!! The mail’s here!! This is kind of a sizable box. Please be a pony. Or vodka. Or a puppy. Come on puppy! Or pony. Well, vodka would be OK, too. But I’m really hoping for this to be a puppy.

Well, it’s not a puppy. Or a pony. Or vodka. However, I will say I’m more than pleased that it’s a big, soft, stuffed alligator. I’m really happy, actually, that it’s a stuffed alligator. Even better. You don’t have to feed the stuffed alligator.

The to-be-named alligator has now taken up residence with Pig, the guardian of the desk. Pig was happy to have the companion. I don’t imagine hanging out with a bottle of hand sanitizer all day is fun. Now at least they have each other.

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