Thursday, December 21, 2006

Faking It

No joke, if I have to sit here for another hour and "fake work"- I might kill myself. There are really only so many times that a girl can check her bloglines and read WaPo, you know? Dang. I know that sometimes when I'm so weeded, I would pray for downtime like this... but now that I have it, I desperately wish I had something of substance to do. I mean, honestly- this might be the most useless week of work all year. Glad I could contribute.


I'm going to try and post regularly over winter break so that the few of you that read this have something fun to read when you get back to work, but I cannot guarantee anything... Either way, I'll take this opportunity to say Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Feliz Navidad, and Happy Hannukah.


(A coworker forwarded me some of these funny pictures, so I thought, in the spirit of the holidays (and boredom), I'd post a few around this lamo-post.)


love,
DietCokeGirl

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gratuitous gratuity

So, as many of you know, we (Charlotte, Lucy, and I) had our First Annual Chrismukkah Party this year on a blistery winter day (December 7th, y'all). It was v. eagerly anticipated (I'm told) because it was the first party of the year for many- and at this point, no one was had reached their fill of holiday cheer.

And it was quite the little fiesta. No joke. I saw lots of friends from all areas of my life (high school, GW, work, campaigns, bloggers, previous jobs) and met even more. I won't bore you with any more details, but I did want to draw your attention to the receipt (see below). Yes, THE RECEIPT. The receipt that gave me nightmares and caused many a sleepless night for Charlotte, Lucy, and me.

You see, we had an idea of what this shindig would cost us, and believe me- $472 bones was NOT it. We decided to put the cost on one credit card and then figure out how much each person owed the next day. Which was a great idea, in theory, except that when I gave MY credit card (which I gladly offered), I failed to remember that I would likely be tres drunk at the end of the night, and therefore ill equipped to decipher a bill. Details- or so I thought.

All I remember is at the end of the night, we were all so happy and so pleased that everyone had so much fun... and then I got the bill, was appalled and shoved it in Lucy's face screaming, "Seriously?!?! Seriously?!?!" all the while laughing and falling off my chair. I quickly calculated an appropriate tip, again thrusted it in Lucy's face screaming "Is this enough??!?? Is this enough?!?!" and then booked it outta there.

(I then proceeded to attempt to walk home b/c I had no money, and wouldn't until midnight (when I got paid)... Literally- I tried to get money out, and the ATM screamed "insufficient funds" at me, so I tried to coax Lucy to wait until midnight when I'd surely have the deposit available. Lucky for me, Lucy threw me a $20 and made me cab it home. But really- that's another story for another time).

It took us three a good many days to pull out the receipt and figure out the damage done. When we did, I realized that I had tipped our waitress (who was a v. v. bad waitress, by the way) $80 MORE than the already included gratuity. What an asshole I am! It still didn't knock the price down much, but holy eff- I wish I could get my money back. (Don't worry- I would never try.)

So that's the story of the gratuitous gratuity. May I NEVER be this gratuitous again.

THE END.

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Blessed are the Children




** Please note the plaque: "Blessed are the Children: Dedicated in the Memory of the Unborn"

(While canvassing the Saturday before the elections, my turf led me to a catholic nursing home (no really, it did). I decided not to canvass them, but when we passed this statue in the parking lot, we couldn't pass up the opportunity to capture this statue. Definitely NOT our target audience.)

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Great Op-Ed in Roll Call

(I agree with all except the Yankees reference... now that was simply not necessary.)

The Year That Was: A Very, Very, Very Weird One in Politics
Roll Call
by Stuart Rothenberg
December 12, 2006


Every so often, we have a very odd political year. The year 2006 was one of them.
Here’s a little test. Which one of the following things did you expect to happen 12 months ago?Please, be honest.

• Democrats would win the Senate;
• Republican Reps. Jim Leach (Iowa), Jeb Bradley (N.H.) and Jim Ryun (Kan.) would lose in the same election in which Republican Reps. Christopher Shays (Conn.), Jim Gerlach (Pa.) and Heather Wilson (N.M.) would win;
• Virginia Sen. George Allen (R) would find out that he’s Jewish;
• A former Prince George’s County executive and five sitting County Council members — all of them Democrats and all of them black — would endorse the Republican Senate candidate in Maryland; or
• Former Virginia Gov. Mark Warner (D) would announce that he would not run for president in 2008.

And for good measure, let’s add another development. How many of you figured that a sitting Senator would lose his bid for renomination and yet win his campaign for re-election? (I’m not even going to factor in the time in February that Vice President Cheney shot his friend in the face or the e-mail scandal of the fall surrounding former Florida Republican Rep. Mark Foley.)

Like I said, it was a very strange year.

The victories of Shays, Gerlach and Wilson, given the Democratic wave that washed over the country and resulted in the defeat of 21 incumbents, still strikes me as incredible. Two of the three were running against the same opponents who almost beat them in 2004, and all three represent precisely the kind of districts likely to swing Democratic in a wave election.

Their victories should prove once and for all that campaigns matter. Sure, district fundamentals are very important, and the national environment explains many of the House outcomes this year. But if Shays, Gerlach and Wilson had not run the types of campaigns they did, each would have lost. Their efforts allowed them to overcome the national trends that sent other Republican candidates down in defeat.

A year ago, we all were talking about the possibility that the 2008 presidential contest could pit two Virginians, Allen and Warner, against each other. (I remember scurrying to the reference books to find out the last time that had happened.) And now, neither man is a candidate for the nation’s top job.

Then there was the fundraising by the Democrats’ campaign committees this cycle, which, frankly, blew my socks off. Both the Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee and the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee proved their fundraising mettle, with the DSCC outraising the National Republican Senatorial Committee by more than $30 million, $119 million to $88 million through Nov. 27. Wow.

Thinking back to the beginning of the year, nobody in their right mind, and certainly not the folks over at the DSCC, thought that the Democrats would have a chance to net six Senate seats and win control of the Senate. By the beginning of the year, it seemed certain that Democrats would gain seats, maybe even as many as four or five. But the sixth seat wasn’t even a dream. Waves, though, have a way of changing possibilities, since waves come about only when there is considerable voter frustration and anger.

There is one other way in which I found 2006 strange, politically. Normally, after a party sweeps to victory, its leaders (and its rank-and-file members) say their victory was a ratification of their agenda. But most Democrats have been stunningly and unexpectedly realistic about why they won. Over and over, I’ve heard Democratic elected officials comment that the elections were a referendum on the president and his policies.

“The election was largely a rejection of George Bush. Voters are giving us a chance. Our job is to close the deal,” said a Democratic leader days after the results were in. My goodness, how refreshing! Sure, Democrats have an agenda that many Republicans will disagree with, and Democratic Congressional leaders eventually may drive their bus off the cliff. But so far, Democrats are sounding unusually measured.

And of course we all have our favorite nonpolitical surprises of 2006. Maybe for you it was the break-up of Kid Rock and Pamela Anderson or the wholly unimpressive St. Louis Cardinals winning the World Series or Google spending more than $1.6 billion to buy YouTube or even Bob Barker announcing his retirement (next year) from “The Price is Right.”

For me, it was the performance of New York Yankees outfielder Bernie Williams hitting a surprising .281 this year and playing his 16th year with the same grace, class and dignity that he had back in the early 1990s.

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Friday, December 08, 2006

Just let me marinate

Last night I hosted a party with Charlotte & Lucy... and I'm pretty sure I can say that it kicked ass. No- I know I can say it kicked ass, because it was my ass that it kicked all morning... afternoon... and evening... which brings me to my thrilling and ever so exciting night of blogging, emailing, and studying. Boo to the hiss on that one.

Anyway... I fully intend to write more about it, but like many other things I fully intend to do but never actually do (read: run a marathon, climb mt. everest, publish poetry), who knows if it will happen. I guess you'll just have to wait and see. For now, just let me marinate.

(my co-hosts look cute, no?)

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so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye

Can I get a what, what?!!?

Well, session is officially over and the Republicans are one step closer to being officially the minority party. I probably won't consider them dunzo until the new class is sworn in.

Did I mention how excited this makes me?

See ya, Frist-baby...

(Photo courtesy of the New York Times)

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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

One by One

From the UK's Independent:



10 down... 2 to go.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Where's Yours?

Plan B. Where's Yours?


Click it! It's so very clickable.