Games People (Hate To) Play....

Because I hate rules....and most games....I haven't posted this one yet but I'll stop dragging my feet and just do it dammit...

So, I’ve been tagged. And as much as I hate games of most types (excepting baseball, of course) I decided to play because:

a.) I’m new to the blogging game so it is something to get me started, though I find I have no
shortage of things to talk about – even if I exclude myself – just a shortage of listeners.

b.) I was tagged by the lovely, talented and creative dogfaceboy, and I wouldn’t dare dis her.

So here they are, the rules, so to speak. And if you know me, you know I pretty much believe that rules were made to be broken, so do as you like and feel free to break or make them however it suits you.

1. Write your meme (described below).
2. Include your rules or lack thereof.
3. Link to the person who tagged you, then link to the seven (7) random people you have tagged.
4. Let those seven (7) random people know they've been tagged by commenting in their blog. Also say something nice about their post, unless of course, you can’t think of anything nice to say to about them or their post. In that case, tag someone else.

And now the meme:
Share seven (7) random and/or weird things about yourself.

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Seven (7) Random and/or Weird Things About Moi...

1. I have lived in five different states, in two different time zones, over the past ten years.

2. I have written for five different newspapers in three of those states in those two different
time zones in the past five years.

(Still with me? Good. Numerologists, is there some sequence of lottery numbers I should be playing here?)

3. I am naturally shy, but curious. Journalism has given me a good excuse to pick up the phone and call strangers to satisfy that curiosity.

4. It is unlikely that anyone who has ever met me would use the word “shy” to describe me.
I guess you could say I’ve done a good job of overcoming that. Or something like that.

5. I can not imagine a scenario that would ever cause me to develop either the interest or desire to watch football. No matter what he looks like.

6. I have actually received hate (e)mail in response to a personal ad I posted on Craigslist.

And lastly,

7. I swear I saw Philly Leotardo (of Sopranos fame) getting coffee in the bagel shop this morning. (oh, hell it was the other day okay? Can you tell I’m a procrastinator?)

Last month it was Junior Soprano I swear I thought I saw. He was crossing Colfax Ave. near the Ogden Theater wearing a Rockies hat and carrying a cane.

You're it. Now you play too, dammit.

Here are the folks I’ve tagged:

http://elsewhere.typepad.com

http://www.memrymotel.blogspot.com

http://arizonawriter.blogspot.com

http://downandout.wordpress.com

http://www.notitles.com

http://www.adoggyslife.blogspot.com

Yes, I know there are only five (six if I include the person who tagged me). It’s a sad state of affairs that I don’t have seven friends to play tag with in the blogging world.

A dressing down.....

What do

From Slate, this great medley of moments from "When Rock Show Banter Goes Wrong."

Guy Picciotto upside down

Apathy in D.C.......

I should have posted this days ago....

But perhaps this is why D.C. voters are so enamored with the recovering crack-addict politician Barry.

Apathy, it appears, goes both ways - D.C. voters couldn't possibly have high expectations of their civil servants, with corruption running deep in the layers of D.C. politics, from city government, to corrections officers, to budget analysts, to school officials, to Child and Family Services, to the mailroom clerks in the Health Dept., to the Department of Youth Services.

And while the city is shaking from what is said to be the "biggest fraud ever perpetrated against the D.C. government," politicians are shaking their heads saying "People steal."

This is apparently what D.C. voters expect of their of politicians - crack-smoking and stealing.

So, why not welcome back one of their own.

In support of freedom of speech.....

From my Media Bistro Daily Newsfeed, I found this headline in my inbox:

Post Music Critic Apologizes for 'Crack Addict' Email Remarks to Barry Aide (WaPo)

A Pulitzer Prize-winning writer for the Washington Post has apologized to D.C. Council member Marion Barry for sending an intemperate email to his spokesman. "It's the stupidest thing I've done in 30 years in journalism," music critic Tim Page said yesterday. "I hope people won't judge me on this one explosion."

The story is, after receiving an unsolicited press release from a Barry aide touting Barry's views on a D.C. area hospital revitalization project, Page apparently could not restrain himself, and let loose with this scathing response:

"Must we hear about it every time this crack addict attempts to rehabilitate himself with some new -- and typically half-witted -- political grandstanding? I'd be grateful if you would take me off your mailing list. I cannot think of anything the useless Marion Barry could do that would interest me in the slightest, up to and including overdose."

The Post was all over Page. They did their necessary damage control. They issued statements and apologies and doled out punishments – and I'm still asking myself why.

A simple statement to the effect of: Page shouldn't have used his Washington Post email account to send such a diatribe – would have sufficed. But if said press releases were coming in to his Post inbox, then it made sense that he used that one to attempt to "unsubscribe."

But perhaps the most ironic response of all was Barry's "outrage" and his declaration that Page's vitriolic response was akin to "character assassination."

That might actually be true, IF Barry weren't actually a convicted crack addict felon.

This "outrage" from a man that claimed all laws are racist, including the law of gravity.

But Barry's not the only former Mayor our forgiving American public has pardoned. New England's own hometown crook politician, Buddy Cianci, is out of the clink and on the air, doing talk radio.

Inaugural Blog

As a near-terminal procrastinator - and someone who can't figure out any technology much more advanced than a word document - I have been putting off joining the blog revolution.

But no more.

Here I am with my thoughts on life, writing, reading, people, music, arguments, family, the search for home, and a really good latte.