I went to the local costume parade this Sunday. The overwhelming majority of costumes were Star Wars related. The... I guess not so amazing thing in retrospect is that the parent's costumes were better than the kids. I was especially charmed by a bespectacled, shallow chested Obi Wan with a patchy five day growth of fungus or beard. An ewok could have kicked his ass and shoved his lightsaber up Mrs. Kenobi's full functional death star.

Funny how anything can sound like a euphemism for sex, unless it's Star Wars related.

All the Star Wars folk had their little daughters dressed up as Princess Leia. The version with the ear muff hairdo, not the Revenge of The Jedi version. That would be sick and exploitative.

Second to Star Wars was the complete student body of Hogwarts, including an 8 foot tall Hagrid, and Dumbledore. Again, the adult cosutmes outshone the kids. Especially since the kid playing Harry was suavely picking his nose and fussing...

I got an e-mail from my part time boss. This can get really complicated, so let me explain this: my part time boss is at the same place I used to work full time, but for a different boss. So my old full time boss e-mailed my part time boss, asking if she can spare me for a few part time hours. So, essentially, I would have two part time bosses, in addition to my regular weekday boss in an entirely different industry.

At first my old full time boss asked my new part time boss if she could also spare me a few days in the newsroom, which, yay. I love working in newsrooms, and I'd much rather get indoors this time of year instead of working outside.

So anyways, she forwards the mail to me because that's how she does things rather than replying to my old full time boss. When I finally get with him, the news shifts aren't yet on the table. So I'm hoping. But it would really have been nice to take a leave of absence from my weekday job, which is really flexible like...

At 6:54 this morning, while at work, I started singing along with a Creed song. Not humming, softly adding my vocals, but open throated - leaving Scott Stapp in the wake of my vastly superior talent.

Why? I don't know. I don't much care for Creed, no Creed is on my mp3 player. Running into a Creed song is a work related hazard.

Here's a little word lesson. When an album is self titled, it is frequently called eponymous. It means one who gives one's name to a project. More or less. R.E.M. was clever and instead of titling an album after themsleves, instead titled it "Eponymous". Well played, gentlemen.

For all the pitcures and videos of women of rock I've posted, I have never put in anything regarding Gwen Stefani.



Some half illiterate noisemaker on long haul public transportation I ran into had that stupid...

I read about Halx's baseball catching friend and thought, "who do I know that is a minor celebrity that I can truly say is a friend?"

I've met a lot of celebrities, both minor, mid-major, and major, but actual friends?

I know a guy who worked at some of the same places I've worked as a journalist. He's also worked for NPR and ABC radio. And he has a book out, his fourth. He told me it was about radio.

I met him a few months back when I went to work for an environmental non-profit stumping for money. He does the same thing Monday through Wednesday. We've discussed radio journalism at great lengths and how even the major stalwarts of that practice are not what they used to be.

His encyclopedic knowledge and ability to get interviews on national shows to push his books made me curious. So I googled Larry. I had been meaning to do it because he said he was going to be on the Jim Bohannon show and I wanted to know when....

People who request money on the street for no other service than to leave you alone will be referred to here as "homeless", though they may have a decent home.

I give out my change along my walk from the metro to the place I work in the Hill area of DC. If I have any. Apparently I have enough that some of them wave to me now and then.

I don't do the shun thing unless it's a really cracked up individual.


If I'm going into a market and there's a guy by the door asking for change we can believe in, before he asks I will say "I'll get you on the way out." And I do. Even if they're looking the other way, or maybe packing to move to the bus stop.

Today there was a homeless man across the street from the metro. He...