Monday, February 26, 2007

This is my new living room.

While journalists have come up with a term describing black hipsters (blipsters. for real.), they have failed to adequately define the hipster who is immersed in hipster-related luxury products. A and I have labeled this phenomena "Houge" (hipster + bouge), and as the definers of the term have begun retrofitting the house to reflect our expertise. Hence the chocolate colored walls, glowing fire, and (signed! framed!) Shepard Fairey print.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

This is on the mirror at work. It is ironic!

Because I work at a bar.

This is why I don't write lists.

Found this list the other day. I also found another list, which included "belt," "shirt," and "pants," but I didn't get to take a picture of it. This list would only have been made better by "write list" followed by "mark 'write list' off."

Thursday, February 22, 2007

This is the Beginning

DEFFO!: Today we visited the DC grand jury, as pictured above. That is the depressing row of seats I looked at before testifying. Now I know that the Law & Order franchise romanticizes the courtroom, and that legal proceedings are usually bland and whitewashed, but calling this thing a grand jury was a travesty. First, the case we were there for was a purse snatcher, who took A's purse (along with another woman's) when we were at dinner last month. The man charged is apparently a professional, so A and I were expecting that maybe he would get charged with some sort of serious crime, like Grand Burgling or something. The actual crimes he's (probably) going to be charged with: 2 counts misdemeanor robbery and one count misdemeanor credit card fraud (from when he used the other woman's card to buy some guacamole at a restaurant a block away, which led to his capture).

For these three counts, he'll probably serve like a month in jail. The proceedings will take upwards of three months, and will probably cost $864,342.25. Woot!